Lenora's Birth Part 1
Since she has been around for almost 10 months, I thought I should put down her birth story. It has been a really hard year learning how to parent two children. Lenora's birth was traumatic and hectic and I have been on an incredible journey that I feel is just now starting. But, let us begin at the beginning.
May 2, 2009 I am scheduled for my second ultrasound. This is a very important scan as it will determine whether I am able to have a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After C-Section) or if I will have to have another C-Section. This is very stressful to me because this is my last pregnancy, and I really really want to have a VBAC. My weight gain has been steady but not too bad, however I feel like the baby is big going in.
I am right.
The ultrasound technician shows me a picture of my little girl's face. I cannot believe the detail, I almost know what she is going to look like and she is beautiful. She has my Mom's chin. I remember thinking how weird it was to see her so clearly while she was still inside me. So clearly as to define her characteristics.
Later that day, the Doctor calls me. It is the same Doctor that delivered Faelyn, and I am most relieved that it will be her. She tells me the news.
The technician has estimated that this baby is nearly 11 pounds. We are scheduling a C-Section. How is Wednesday for you.
I am kind of blown away. Freaked out. Wednesday was the earliest I wanted to go. But it was weird to Chose my daughter's birthday. I was hoping to hold out for Saturday, only so that she would share her birthday with her god mother. Only so that Katie could be home to help me. Only so that I could have just a few more days with Faelyn.
We scheduled for Wednesday, May 6, 2009 at 1:00 p.m.
Just like that.
Now. There was some OTHER drama that day. I don't really want to go into it, but it was terrible and awful and family business. I was just astonished at the selfishness. Astonished at the universe for not giving me just one day to absorb my own drama. To process things on my own. I guess it was the universe telling me that I should just deal with my own stuff. But it was a very hard day.
It would get harder.
May 2, 2009 I am scheduled for my second ultrasound. This is a very important scan as it will determine whether I am able to have a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After C-Section) or if I will have to have another C-Section. This is very stressful to me because this is my last pregnancy, and I really really want to have a VBAC. My weight gain has been steady but not too bad, however I feel like the baby is big going in.
I am right.
The ultrasound technician shows me a picture of my little girl's face. I cannot believe the detail, I almost know what she is going to look like and she is beautiful. She has my Mom's chin. I remember thinking how weird it was to see her so clearly while she was still inside me. So clearly as to define her characteristics.
Later that day, the Doctor calls me. It is the same Doctor that delivered Faelyn, and I am most relieved that it will be her. She tells me the news.
The technician has estimated that this baby is nearly 11 pounds. We are scheduling a C-Section. How is Wednesday for you.
I am kind of blown away. Freaked out. Wednesday was the earliest I wanted to go. But it was weird to Chose my daughter's birthday. I was hoping to hold out for Saturday, only so that she would share her birthday with her god mother. Only so that Katie could be home to help me. Only so that I could have just a few more days with Faelyn.
We scheduled for Wednesday, May 6, 2009 at 1:00 p.m.
Just like that.
Now. There was some OTHER drama that day. I don't really want to go into it, but it was terrible and awful and family business. I was just astonished at the selfishness. Astonished at the universe for not giving me just one day to absorb my own drama. To process things on my own. I guess it was the universe telling me that I should just deal with my own stuff. But it was a very hard day.
It would get harder.