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So Lilith Anne (My sisters and Mom picked Lily Anne but we wanted to give her a grown-up name just in case) was born October 2nd- right on her due date. I started having contractions at 7 am on the first and held out on going to the hospital until 6 am on the 2nd. We were 100% effaced and 7 cm dilated, so we were close to her popping out when we arrived- however, because I have gay-ass fibroids, she couldn't complete the descent and we had to go the c-section route, so I felt like a total failure. But I would have made it the rest of the way w/o an epidural, cause I'm a fucking trooper. She was born at 1140 am with a full head of curly black hair (which has since lightened and worked itself into a permanent mohawk) at 8 lbs and 10.6 ozs, 20.5 inches long. She started smiling, focusing her eyes and lifting her head in the hospital- my baby is an overachiever.
It's weird to me that she prefers me- she really is such a beautiful baby- she has her dads nose and hair, but she has my mouth and eye-shape.
I had only gained 3 pounds in all dring the pregnancy, and when I was weighed at my 4 week check-up, I had lost 24 pounds. This is awesome.
It's weird to me that she prefers me- she really is such a beautiful baby- she has her dads nose and hair, but she has my mouth and eye-shape.
I had only gained 3 pounds in all dring the pregnancy, and when I was weighed at my 4 week check-up, I had lost 24 pounds. This is awesome.