On Saturday the 21st, I started having mild contractions while at the hospital for a follow up appointment from Friday. There was a pattern to them (as I was hooked up to monitors at the time) but they were not inspiring any progress, so they sent us home.

These continued through the weekend. Monday morning, my water broke at home shortly after Eric left for work.  I called the hospital, called the husband and off we went. Very calm drive to the hospital, very little pain.

By 2pm they had confirmed that my water broke and our wonderful doctor said he would do the surgery that day instead of Tuesday, when we were scheduled.

I was prepped for the surgery and in the operating room at 5pm. Eric was able to join us by 5:30ish and our little girl was born at 5:39.  Eric watched the procedure over the drape and proved the anesthesiologist who was standing inches behind him, ready to catch, wrong by remaining conscience.

We were back in the room by 6:30ish.

For the next 4 days I watched my husband become a dad and be totally awesome and intuitive. Love him more than before, if possible.

I recovered with little pain due to my doctors awesome pain control methods and even hosted a few visitors.

We slowly gathered a handful of skills to succeed at breastfeeding. I learned it’s much more of a team effort than previously thought.

We left the hospital on Thursday which felt great and sad at the same time. I actually still miss being there. The staff was so supportive and knowledgeable and the atmosphere was so healing that I could have stayed for a week or two more.

Here’s our Delaney Kate

…all 9lbs 12 oz of her.

After a few days of settling into the idea, we are coming to terms with the idea of a c-section.  Of course, we just wanted a happy, healthy, peaceful start for this little girl.  We met with a doctor at Woodwinds yesterday and were very happy with our conversation.  He went into detail about the surgery and what happens and why and barring any complications, he said it is pretty relaxed.

It’s all about me letting go, which I’m not very good at.  This little chick is already teaching me an important lesson.

We are heading back down to the cities today to follow up from yesterdays appointment.  If everything is still stable (my blood pressure and baby’s fluid levels) then we’ll schedule for early next week.  If something is off, we’ll have a baby today. Who knows…we certainly don’t.

Well, our lovely little girl has flipped.  Into the breach position.  Her parents have also flipped.  Into stress related comas that require a lot of denial and couch sleeping.  Mom is devastated because this is the opposite of what she was going for with a natural delivery and birth. Dad is mad too, told her she is grounded.

We may be having this baby tomorrow (Friday) or maybe Saturday or, if my elevated blood pressure wants to cooperate, then on our due date, Wednesday, August 25th…via c-section.

Oh, and because I can’t pronounce the name of it, I just call it the Icing on the Cake: I also have this: PUPPP

Good thoughts appreciated…