Josie's birth story is a lot like Grace's, a low-stress scheduled c-section. One difference this time was that I got to have a few ultrasounds toward the end of my pregnancy, because I am technically in the "high risk pregnancy" category. It was pretty cool to get to see the baby again before she was born and get the reassurance that she was developing just like she should. Two days before surgery I had an ultrasound and the tech said it looked like she was 7 lbs. 8 oz. and I thought that sounded like a perfect size baby and I was very excited to see if she was right.
One of the nice things about having c-sections is knowing exactly when I'm having the baby and being able to get everything done and ready for her arrival. I did lots of "nesting," getting things cleaned and organized in the house, but I eventually reached a point where I just felt like I was waiting and that I would never make it to the big day. Of course, the 17th finally came and we went in to have our baby girl! This time the surgery was at 11:30 instead of 7:30, so I didn't have to get up extra early and I felt well-rested and ready. We went into the hospital at 9:30 a.m. and did all the pre-op, visited with my in-laws and waited for the surgery.
Richie took a bunch of pictures of me just before surgery, I took some of Richie and he posed like he was a busy and important doctor and Sayda took a nice picture of both of us.
At about 11:45 a.m. we walked down to the operating room and twenty minutes later little Josie was born. Lying on the operating table I kept feeling like this wasn't real and I couldn't believe that we were doing this again. It seemed so surreal for some reason, and suddenly I heard my baby crying and they showed me this tiny perfect little girl.
While I was getting stitched back up they brought Josie over to me and let me hold her on my chest and she grabbed ahold of my thumb and we sat like that for a few minutes. It was a really special moment.
We were in the hospital for three days and we had lots of visitors and Josie got lots of love.
After fasting for hours before the surgery, I finally got to eat things on the "clear liquid" diet. Yum!
Before we went to the hospital I thought I had a name picked out for the baby, but I wasn't completely sure about it and I really felt like I needed to meet her before I knew what her name was. It turned out that the name I thought I was going to give her was not her name and it was a little difficult coming up with a name. Earlier this summer I really liked "Josie" but Richie was never on board. When I mentioned it in the hospital, I just felt like it was her name. Her middle name is my mom's middle name and her first name was inspired by one of our good friends from grad school, so she is named after two people we really love.
Sophia couldn't wait to hold the baby.
Grace kept saying she wanted to "hold my baby sissah" and "I love my baby sissah."
Little Richie was afraid she would cry so he wouldn't hold Josie and this was the best picture we could get of all four of them together.
When we came home I was greeted with these pictures by Sophia.
And these banners by all the kids. Richie did the one on the left, Sophia's is in the center and Grace's is the pink one on the right.
Richie's banner has "space"
and the "ground." I love the family picture he drew at the bottom.
Now we are home and loving the cuddles that come along with a newborn.
Richie finally got up the courage to hold the baby and she didn't cry or anything.