Emelia Michaela Haag
February 9, 2012
7 lbs 5 ounces, 20.5 inches long
Its been less than a week and I'm so in love.
Delivery was very different this time around--having a scheduled C-Section is a very surreal way to "deliver" a baby--if you can even call it that!
I woke up early that morning and took a shower and spent a few minutes cuddling with Oliver in his bed. Oliver had a low grade fever (arond 101) and a yucky cough for a few days and when he woke up on day three and still had a temperature I knew we had to send him to the doctor.
I called my sister and let her know she wouldn't be taking Oliver to daycare but would need to take him to the doctor instead. The C-section was scheduled for 9:30 am, and I was able to get Oliver an 8:00 am appointment.
We left Oliver with Auntie and headed to the hospital with strict instructions to keep us posted. We went to the maternal assessment center. They took my vital signs, monitored the baby's heartbeat and then I basically sat there for two hours waiting to walk back to the OR.
Those two hours were horrible because my emotions were swinging between being excited and anxious about meeting the new baby, and being worried about Oliver. Susan called, as instructed and Oliver had pneumonia and the flu, and (obviously) would not be able to come see me and the new baby until he had been fever free for 24 hours.
My heart was breaking because Oliver's wasn't feeling good and just wanted to be with his Mama (and Papa) and instead his world was about to change in a major way! Autie was awesome, and took good care of Oliver, but of course, it is not the same as Mama and Papa.
I walked to the OR that morning swimming in feelings of guilt, excitment, sadness, stress and anxiety. Like I said, it was surreal.
The C-section itself went very smoothly. Andy got to be the one to tell me "it's a girl" and I cried, it was an emotional release I really needed.
Here are some pictures from the OR.
I love how her weight is displayed over her soulder. She showed off a healthy set of lungs, screaming angrily the entire time she was being cleaned up. The nurses and the doctors all commented on how fiesty she was.
Thats my girl!
And that is how our little family of three became a family of four.