We have a new little sister around here!
Miss Olivia Linnae is now 11 days old, which means the newborn time warp is already beginning.
[How could she be nearly 2 weeks old already?!]
She was born with lots of soft, dark hair--even more than her big brother Adam, who had the most up to this point. In fact, I think she most resembles him, out of all the kids.
She was a healthy 8 lbs. 8 oz.
Listen, I know I was huge at the end, but even now looking at her I can't really imagine how she fit in my stomach. So glad she's here with us on the outside!
I forgot just how snuggly and sweet these little ones are.
And that newborn cry gets me every time, especially the chin quiver.
It's even cute in the middle of the night (though admittedly less appreciated as such!)
She's a calm baby--it takes her awhile to work up to really getting mad about something.
If I can wake up quickly enough to her little "getting hungry" noises, sometimes we avoid the crying part all together.
We are loving on her every chance we get!
She is universally adored by her older siblings.
We have had many conversations already about how she is part of our family now forever and ever, so there will be plenty of time for everyone to have lots of turns holding her.
Someday she may even learn to sleep on her back in bed, rather than while being held.
6 days old.
Her birth story is short and uneventful, as I suppose most planned C-sections are.
Here it is:
We went in 2 hours before the surgery was to take place.
After lots of paperwork and some surgery prep for me, we walked down to the OR.
I got an epidural/spinal block in the OR.
Once that started working, the doctor and surgical team came in.
She was born about 10 minutes later. Yay!
While she got cleaned up, I got put back together again.
Then it was down to recovery for an hour and a half (with baby), after which we went to our room, where we stayed for the next couple of days.
I will say that her birth stands out because of how good I felt.
We have learned a bit with each one how different medications affect me.
So a chat with the anesthesiologist beforehand about what to give me (or not) resulted in a delivery where I was lucid, and not throwing up or on the verge of passing out.
So that made it extra nice.
Someone at church asked me what my plans were for July.
I said NOTHING!
I had enough plans in June to last me the entire summer!
We will get out and about if we feel up to it, and stay home to play if we don't.
I am just soaking in this time with her, because I know it passes so quickly.