Ok, so ALOT has happened since I last posted. I am typing this while Whitten Claire Matthews (5 days old) is resting snuggly in my HotSling. She loves this thing and so do I. I have 2 free hands to work with.
Last Tuesday (9/16) I left work around 6:00. We ate dinner around 6:30, then I sat down here at the computer to e-mail some friends with an update from my doctor's appointment earlier that day. (Not that it matters anymore, but the doctor said all was looking good and she scheduled me to be induced this week, but I may go sooner on my own.) After the e-mails I was going to update this blog. So, Teresa, I finished your e-mail and hit "send". At that very moment (7:00pm) my water broke! Talk about getting freaked out! I yelled in the most terrified tone of voice "Aahh, Martin, my water just broke!", followed by repeating several times "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! THIS IS SO GROSS!". We made it to the hospital by 7:40. (The hospital is less than 15 mins. away, but I needed a little time to freak out some more.) I didn't have any contractions until they actually got me back into a room and hooked up to everything. EVERYONE TAKE NOTE: GO FOR THE EPIDURAL. Pre-epidural I had never felt such pain in my life. Thirteen hours after the water broke and after an hour and a half of pushing, Whitten made her entrance, but not easily. She scared the daylights out of us. She was not crying and barely moving. I couldn't see anything, but the room was silent with nurses hurrying about, so I knew something wasn't right. The NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) nurses were called in. I was crying, of course. I could only see M's face, which had fear written all over it. As we later found out, her cord had gotten wrapped around her neck during the delivery and cut off her blood supply and she was face up instead of face down. They took her to the NICU where she stayed for the first day and a half. Seeing the other babies in there while we were visiting Whitten made us realize just how much God blessed us. We got to come home Friday night around 6:00. My mom stayed with us. I pray I can be the kind of mother my mom is. Martin is awesome, too! I have the best support one could ever ask for. M even went to school Friday. He had 2 tests that he studied for while in the hospital room. I urged him to go home to study and even spend the night to get some rest b/c my mom was there to help me, but he would not leave us.
Whitten had a visit to the pediatrician today. They wanted to see her before the usual two weeks because of her stay in the NICU. The doctor was impressed with how well she is doing considering her rough entrance into the world. She has lost only fractions of an ounce, which is very unusual for breastfed babies. She'll return for another check up next week when she's 2 weeks old.
The pictures above.......the one of all of us was taken last night (4 days old). The one of Whitten (2 1/2 days old) is in her coming home outfit with a pink hairbow & pearls, of course!
We are so in love with our baby girl!
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