Dec 12- It was Charles' bday..we went up to the city for a family xmas pic and also get some car business done, my mucus plug came out and I had a haunch she might come that day...
Finally when we went to pick up Ryan at Awana, I knew the cramp isn't just occasional thing, it was definitely labor pain. So, we went to the hospital directly around 10 pm. Mandy came and picked up Ryan to bring him home.
Once we were admitted, I was dilated to 4. They asked me for pain med and I said sure. That's when my nightmare began. The anestheisologist took forever to put the med in and once she did, I was shocked to be numb to the extend that I did. I could not feel my leg and upper body....the feeling was so scary seeing people move me and yet I didn't feel a thing. When I had to push, I didn't know what the heck I was doing but she came out. 6 lb 7 oz 19.75" at 12:01 am. With all the hoopla, she just had to miss her daddy's birthday.
When I wheeled to the maternity room, I remember telling Charles that I'd better be able to walk again. I was genuinely scared for being paralyzed. The helplessness was unspeakable. Then it literally took 5 hours before I could feel my legs again. What a relief!
While keep Katelyn in the room, I was feeding and resting in a bad position and it brought on a massive muscle pain and headache. Finally once we got home, I was nursing her on the bed and it probably also caused my pelvus pain as well. That was excruciating. I literally looked at my king size bed in tears because every time I had to climb in and out of the bed, my pelvic muscles would hurt so badly and it radiates down my back thigh. I prayed and ppl gave me chinese pads and finally it took 2nd week for the pain to go away. I remember thinking there is no way I am having any more babies....vaginal stitch pain, headache, milk engorgement and stress, and then this pelvic pain, that's way too much. But those days still passed. I don't know how I got through them.
Katelyn has been a joy. I didn't get to enjoy her much at the hospital with all of my own problems. But once we are into the 2nd week and things are more routine (well, at least my milk is enough for her now and not much aches and pains on my part), I definitely got to slow down and think about what she really means to us. I remember thinking I would pray that I would be there for her confinement. Somehow I just think that a woman's blessing is definitely to have her mom take care of her during confinement. I thought about my mom alot one night....just imagining how life would be different if she were around. These last few days, I am more struck by the fact that we really brought a new life here and we would need to start training her up all over again. The weight of responsibility finally sinks in. I try to enjoy her while feeding her. I relish the sight of her grabbing on my shirt and her other hand rest on her head while she feeds. I giggle at all the funny sounds she makes. Ryan has been loving to her. He loves to kiss her and touches her hair. He enjoys holding her too. He is adjusting fairly well except that he has some usual disciplinary issues that we need to deal with.
We still cannot tell whom she looks like yet. But we just take each moment slowly and treasure the time now. As I look at her fingers and toes, I cannot help but marvel at the creator. God made her in my womb. Thank you for the gift, Lord.
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