|Feeling glamorous in my hospital gown|
They broke my water at 9:30. When I started I was at a 1.5 dialation and 30% effaced. Checked me at 12 and I was dialated at a 3 and 40% effaced. They checked me every hour and I was going pretty slow. At 1:00 I was at a 4, both at 2:00 and 3:00 I was dialated to 5 and 60% effaced. 4:00 I was at a 6 and 90% effaced, and then at 5 I was at a 10, "You are ready! Let's get the Doctor!" They called for Dr. Smith, he came down and suited up. One push for the head and they cleared out her nose and mouth, another push for her body, and she was born at 5:14 p.m. She looked blue and was totally covered with vernix (that white cheesy stuff) and I'm looking at her wondering as usual if everything is okay, cause she wasn't really crying, but the nurses didn't act alarmed or seem to show that anything was wrong. Corey took a picture of her over at the little place where they were rubbing her down and getting her weight and scores ~
Corey headed out soon after she was born to get the kids and I had time to just stare at her in wonder and take some pictures. He was back an hour later and they were excited yet so quiet, like they seem to know there is something sacred and reverent about the little soul they were meeting. We went over to my overnight room and Sophia finally gets to see the "baby" we've all been talking about when we've pat my tummy.
Once inside, I said Dad got to hold her first (he still hadn't hardly had a chance to see her yet, and we need him to see her so we can figure out a name!) Let the love begin.