SECONDS AFTER BIRTH AND THE FIRST TIME I HELD HER |
Irelynn Grace arrived on Canada's 150th Birthday. Jordan and I will officially be sharing our Wedding Anniversary with our little girl for the rest of our lives. July 1st of this year also marked our 5th Anniversary as husband and wife and while we didn't have time this year to acknowledge the celebration, we instead were blessed with the most precious gift...our second baby girl.
Looking back over the past year, even before I became pregnant there were so many thoughts running through my mind in regards to having a fourth child. After one of my best girlfriends and her husband welcomed their 3rd child on Canada Day last year, I often thought to myself how perfect that would be if it ever happened to us. At the time I wasn't even pregnant so I knew the chances of it happening were slim to say the least. Fast forward a few months and we were overjoyed to find out that we were expecting our 4th...and to make things even more exciting, he or she was expected to arrive just in time for Canada Day. So there it was again...that thought, that possibility that we would become a family of 6 on the same day we got married 5 years ago. But still, I knew the chances (although better) were still just a slight possibility.
For the next nine months we prepared for his or her arrival. In February, we were thrilled to find out I was pregnant with another little girl. It seemed our growing family was now truly complete.
Before we knew it, it was June and her due date was just weeks away. Months of anticipating her arrival soon turned to days. My official due date: June 27th. Unfortunately I was experiencing absolutely no signs of early labour. The following morning I met with my doctor and he encouraged me to consider an induction on June 30th, due to minor complications I had been dealing with in the weeks prior. I was hesitant to book the appointment. However, he said that if I changed my mind I had until that evening to cancel. My routine tests that day showed our little lady was happy and continuing to thrive inside my belly, which lead me to believe allowing her to stay put for the time being was best for both of us. Nevertheless I hummed and hawed that entire afternoon about the possibility of being induced and although I was ready and eager to meet her, the thought of planning a scheduled arrival made me feel very uneasy. I had already been induced once before and the entire experience was one I'll never forget. Our third born came into this world very quickly. He was born not breathing and as a result he had lost all colour and his body was limp. It was horrifying to say the least...laying there thinking my little boy wasn't going to make it. There were several events that day that could have and should have been done differently but in the end, all that mattered was that he survived.
Looking backing over that day was all I needed to make my decision. That evening, I cancelled my appointment and was feeling very content knowing this baby would arrive when she was good and ready. As a result of the cancelation, my doctor scheduled me for another routine check-up on Canada Day. For the next 36 hours nothing changed. I thought to myself it was going to be days before she arrived, then on Friday morning I began having contractions, although they were very inconsistent and far apart. They continued into the evening and through the night, although I was still able to get a fairly good night sleep. I woke up on Canada Day feeling the same and was very excited for the day's festivities. We had plans to go for a barbeque and take the kiddies to see the fireworks for their first time...but first I had my appointment. I quickly got dressed, grabbed my purse, kissed the family goodbye and headed to the hospital. I had every intention of being home within a couple hours.
I checked in at the front desk and made my way down to the Maternity. Within minutes I was hooked up to wires and the baby monitoring had began. Everything seemed great...perfect I thought to myself, now they'll let me go home. Then the nurse, under my doctor's orders decided it would best to do an internal exam in order to determine whether anything was happening. Then it happened, the one thing I never thought would..."You're not going home anytime soon, this baby is coming today" she happily announced as I sat there in disbelief. I told her to check again but she insisted it was only a matter of hours before we would meet our little girl.
After I had chance to gather my thoughts I called my husband immediately and told him the news. "We're going to have a Canada Day baby", I told him before even saying hello. His response was literally, "Are you kidding me?". I think in that moment, we both couldn't believe it was actually happening and yet it didn't matter, we didn't have time for discussion. I just told him to hurry up and get there.
My mother and husband arrived not long after with all of our bags and belongings. My labour was progressing quickly and although I had planned to forgo the epidural, I began to experience labour pains like never before. Needless to say I quickly changed my mind and asked for the epidural, but unfortunately after several attempts it was unsuccessful. The anesthesiologist offered to try once again but by then it was too late. Our little girl made her entrance within minutes...she came out screaming and I got to hold her immediately. I can't even begin to describe the overwhelming feelings of love, relief and excitement that circulated throughout the room. She was finally here, strong and healthy.
I suppose some things really are meant to be...and if you didn't think that before maybe now you do, especially after hearing our story. It was almost too good to be true...Irelynn Grace arrived at 5:10pm on Canada Day and our 5th Wedding Anniversary. She was also 1 of 5 babies born at the hospital that day. My sister-in-law pointed out that 5 might just be her lucky number;)
She is now almost 2 weeks old and we have been home since July 2nd. It has been a wonderful, crazy, chaotic, stressful, tiring and memorable couple of weeks. Every day gets a little easier but no day has been easy. Life will never again be easy but it will forever be full of love, adventure, excitement and chaos...just the way I like it.
Here are some of the images from our first days together as a family of six...
Have a wonderful weekend!
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