So first off, I'm a huge fan of music as you may have guessed. Go to Itunes and listen to Zoe Jane by Staind while you read this, since the song is babe's name.
I didn't name her after this song though.
I have liked the name Zoey for a while and Clay decided he didn't mind it either. And Jane is my Mom and Grandma's middle name, and it's just a delightful name.
So back to our story.
There was one key ingredient missing from the birth of Lucy that I yearned to have with my next.
You know in movies and pictures after the baby is born they place baby on Mom's chest and you can see the joy written all over their face and the instant bond? I wanted that.
I know it wasn't possible with Lucy, she was born early, we were more concerned that she live.
So I really, really wanted it with Zoey.
But I know things happen.
So while pregnant I told Clay that in the event that baby doesn't get to be in my arms, he go where baby is and make that bond.
I'm laying on the operating table, with my hands stretched out, feeling the pressure, praying for baby. (and praying he doesn't miss with all those sharp instruments)
They pulled baby out showed her face to me over the curtain and she was whisked off to the nursery.
Clay followed per my orders.
I'd be lying if I didn't say I was heartbroken, but it was nice to have her out and at least meeting her Dad.
6lbs 11oz, 19 inch
The bath picture has special meaning.
When a baby is born vaginally the fluids in their lungs is squeezed out. That doesn't happen with a c-sec. So they worry about this.
Zoey had fluid in her lungs and she wasn't making the noises she was supposed to after suctioning and all that jazz.
Clay overheard the nurses talking about calling the Dr. And that if they did she would be admitted to the NICU.
He knew how much it meant to me to have her in my arms and he voiced this.
They gave her a bath and that's when she found her voice and apparently got all the fluids out.
Praise the Lord!
Then I was wheeled into recovery, very much awake and wanting my little girl.
After an agonizing hour I met her!
I would post those pix but I just can't do it. No one needs to see how awful I looked. Just picture my joy.
Look how tired that proud Daddy looks.
Look what the vacuum did to my poor baby. See her head was turned.
Here she is sporting some awesome eye wear.
Keeping those on is one of the most annoying things ever and being only 2 days old she was quick to learn how to pull them off.
"Dad, free me!"
I was surprised one to day to receive flowers. The great people I work with sent them to me.
It was so nice to have something pretty to look at.
We didn't get released until Saturday which felt like an eternity for me. Sure I'm taken care of and healing but being confined to one area can wear on a person's nerves. And their are only so many episodes of Friend's you can watch.
We have been to the Dr. since Zoey and I were released. Her jaundice has gone down and there isn't any need to keep getting it checked as long as she is eating and pooping well. Both of which she is doing great. Yay for poop!
O and fun fact.
While they were putting my guts back in my body and sewing me shut the Dr. said that he wouldn't be opposed to me trying for another VBAC. Since both times I got the c-sec were just bad luck. And I had progressed all the way with Zoey it showed that I can progress.
Can I just say that he made my day.
I had such a good experience with the people of Season's Medical in Rexburg and Madison Memorial Hospital. Things didn't turn out how I had hoped but nothing left me bitter or robbed.
And when it's time for next baby let's hope that Dr. is still practicing there so I can go to him!
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