Since we live roughly 45 minutes from the hospital we were delivering at we decided to be induced a week early. I didn't want to give birth on I-15 and I definitely didn't want Sean to be at work when I went into labor considering it is extremely difficult to get ahold of him while he's there. Since baby girl decided to stay inside and bake my induction date was July 15th.
Our journey to the hospital didn't start out too smoothly. We got almost to the freeway and I realized I had forgot my phone. Once we went home and got it, and finally made it back to the freeway, Sean was "in the zone" and decided to get off on I-215 as if he was going to work. We were about 15 minutes late to the hospital. I was a nervous wreck.
When we arrived at the hospital and buzzed through to the nurses desk inside the locked doors we were told to sit down in the waiting room and wait. My nerves were immediately shot. We had everything planned, a babysitter for Nix, the laundry was done, the house was clean, we had enough groceries to last us quite a while, and they were thinking about sending me home. A not so friendly nurse came out and told me that even though my Dr told me he would meet me at the hospital at 7:30 am that morning, 3 walk ins had come in before me and they were priority. I was told to go home and not get my hopes up on having a baby that day. I asked if I could speak with my dr, because the whole point of me being there a week early was because I lived so far away, and if i was sent home that would defeat the purpose. She told me dr's never come until their patients are well into labor. I knew my dr was NOT like that. If he told me he'd meet me then I knew he would. She told me they would call me by noon to let me know. Luckily Sean's sister lives literally a block from the hospital. They were nice enough to take us in, make us delicious french toast, and let us hang out until we knew what the heck was going on.
At about 9 am not shortly after we were (kicked) out of the hospital I got a call from my dr. He told me he was very upset that they had sent me home. He was there waiting for me and nobody even told him I had arrived. He promised me I would have a baby that day even if that meant meeting him at his office to have him break my water so that they couldn't turn me away once I arrived. I think he could tell I was more than a little rattled. He assured me no matter what we'd meet our daughter that day. About ten minutes after that the hospital called and told us to be there at 10:30.
My last picture pregnant. It's crazy how much smaller I was this time compared to Nixon, and I am 2 weeks more pregnant here than I was with him.
They broke my water around noon. Baby girl arrived at 9pm. They say your labor the second time is usually half and mine was exactly that. At about 8 they told me I was going to "rest and descend" for about a half hour. I didn't do this with Nixon and I HIGHLY recommend it. It's amazing how much easier it made everything. After that my amazing nurses came in and told me to practice push. After about 1 second they were screaming STOP STOP! My dr was called to another delivery and baby girl was ready. Not pushing when you desperately need to push is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Sean just kept telling me how much hair she had, and I couldn't hold back the tears.
After what seemed like forever my dr arrived. And 2 pushes later Vivian Lou was born
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6 pounds 6 ounces 18.5 inches long
My amazing Dr. I honestly wouldn't trade him for anyone
Sean, Nixon, and Grandma Kimmie staring at Vivi girl
We didn't know what we were going to name her when we go to the hospital. We had narrowed it to a few. I had multiple dreams of a little girl with lots of dark hair named Vivian, but we all know how crazy pregnancy dreams can be. As soon as Sean told me she had lots of dark hair I knew it was our Vivian
Our first family photo right after the delivery
Opening some of his big brother presents
Proud and extremely handsome daddy
I love this picture
NaNa and Vivian
It's crazy how much she looked exactly like Nix when she was born, and how different she looked within hours of that.
Giving his sister kisses for the first time. He was so adorable with her. Kept telling her shh shh shh it's ok sister. And if anyone would talk above a whisper he would tell them to please be quiet because they were going to wake up his baby sis
skin to skin is probably my favorite thing EVER. Since
Vivi girl was so small for her gestational age, about a pound under the average, she had to have a glucose test every 4 hours for most our hospital stay. I honestly think skin to skin help her blood sugar and temperature stay where they needed to be so she could stay with us instead of in the nursery.
First bath the morning after she was born. She didn't make a peep. All the nurses kept asking me if I had taken anti-depressants while I was pregnant because she was so mellow and that's how babies are if the mother takes them while pregnant. I definitely didn't, we just have an extremely mellow baby.
We are so grateful for this girl. We couldn't feel more blessed and happy.
More to come on our sweet girl!