The day was a blur for me. On June 15th, 2012, Mr. P and I woke up at 3:30am. Farm chores had to be completed before we could head to the hospital to finally meet our precious D. Of course, that's when the clouds broke open, giving us some much-needed rain, but at entirely the wrong time for our tight time schedule. If you aren't familiar with goats, especially spoiled-rotten goats like ours, you may not know that goats refuse to go out in the rain. And it's not like pulling a dog around where they don't want to go. One, they weight a LOT more and two, goats were made to climb mountains, so their legs were designed for 'stopping.' When a goat doesn't want to go, it doesn't go. So, in this torrential downpour, me just hours from delivering a baby, we had to set up a make-shift milking station since they would not trek the less-than-100-yards to the garage to be milked and get breakfast. It worked, they weren't happy that we rushed their breakfast and made them walk 5 feet in the rain, but it worked. Thankfully, my parents had taken R and B with them Thursday night so we didn't have to worry about getting them ready. We frantically got ready after being soaked through, climbed in the van, checking the rain gauge on the way out to see that we had gotten three inches of rain in an hour and a half. And of course, the rain stopped the minute we pulled out of the driveway. We arrived at the hospital just a few minutes late where the poked, prodded, questioned, hooked me up, and left me to watch the seconds slowly tick by until my 7:30am surgery appointment.
This is us waiting semi-patiently in the prep room. I was uncomfortable at this point, having been poked a few too many times, freezing in the tiny gown, and having a very full bladder from all the fluids they were pouring in my IV.
My very last belly shot.
Mr. P is ready for surgery!
Nana is ready for surgery
And here we go!
D was born at 8:04am. She weighed 7lbs, 7oz and was 19inches long. She was perfectly healthy, and barely cried, I'm sure because she was just as uncomfortable as I was.
Holding my baby girl for the first time.
Daddy introducing R and B to their baby sister
They are enamored!
D after her first bath. She wasn't happy during the bath, but was pretty content under the heating lamps.
Mr. P, D, and I, all ready to go home!
So, now we've been home a week and our baby girl is 10 days old. What a whirlwind it has been! I don't remember much from the first two days in the hospital - probably from the combination of pain meds and benedryl to overcome the itchy side effects of the spinal for surgery. But, what I do know is that we have all adjusted to her arrival quite well. She is already sleeping 5-7 hours at night, helping Mama recover a lot faster. She eats like a dream, doesn't seem to be bothered by the constant chaos going on in the house, and is pretty content until you've made her wait too long for a meal, or if you're changing her diaper.
We have been beyond blessed. God has given us another beautiful, healthy girl and we couldn't be more thrilled. We feel like because of our obedience to His plan, we have been given extra blessings with this sweet girl, who has made the transition from two to three kids seem like a breeze so far.
We love you, baby D! You've only just arrived and we can't imagine life without you!
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