Things I remember about the birth of Macey…

It was hot out.

I was plagued with false labor.

I told my doctor I was tired of being pregnant and he said “How does Friday sound for a birthday?”

Ambien (sleeping pill) makes me nuts.

Be it a nervous habit, or wanting to just look good meeting his little girl, Paul primped in our hospital room mirror countless times.

The nurse couldn’t get my IV in, and Paul had to leave the room.

I was scared of the Poticin.

Paul and I took turns playing our hand held Yahtzee game, until I couldn’t hold it from shaking so bad, and he kept kicking my butt anyway.

Epidurals are wonderful (side note: Paul left the room)!

The doctor went to lunch.

My water broke.

She was coming…NOW!

My feelings when they were telling me not to push because they were not ready. Ready or not she was coming.

INTENSITY!

Endearingly I remember my husband’s head right up by my own, and then noticed how he was breathing right along with me. Big deep breaths while I pushed. He was so into us.

Dr. Yeagley to the rescue. Unfortunately my doctor never made it back from lunch so it was Dr. Yeagley that made it just in time. Which was ironic to us because the handful of times that I had false labor it was Dr. Yeagley that we saw at the hospital. He had a knack for cheering me up on the handful of times we had come in thinking “this is it” only to be sent back home.

I remember the nurse telling me to look down and see my baby, and when I did my gaze was meet with the deepest, biggest eyes in the world staring right back at me.

LIFE!

Paul stayed close to me, until I told him to go and meet our little girl.

Her reaction to her daddy…she threw up.

She had taken a big swallow of amniotic fluid and was sick with a belly ache the rest of the day.

Gavin was so excited to meet his new sister! He along with my mom were our first visitors.

Paul was still squeamish from some of the things he had witnessed.

I felt great! Better than I had ever expected after everything with Gavin. I could get up and move around, and took a shower.

Macey was a natural at nursing.

Papsy was beaming when he got to hold his new granddaughter for the first time.

My husband was great and went out to Bob Evans to get me the turkey dinner I was craving, along with a piece of coconut cream pie and a large sweet tea!

Best part about it, was at the end of the day everyone went home and I got to have baby Macey all to myself! I got to hold her, talk to her, tell her how glad I was to finally meet her. I got to rub her dark hair and take in the smell of her. I got to check out her fingers and toes all over again for good measure. I got to enjoy her. And I wondered to myself if she was ever going to grow into the biggest eyes I had ever seen on another person. My life had come full circle. And the family that I had always dreamed of was finally complete.

Happy Birthday Macey!