was the sound of my little girl taking her first breaths last night.
Wow. What a week it has been!
As you can see from the last post, God has answered our prayers. We can not believe our sweet girl came into our lives just seven days ago. We are all so incredibly smitten with her and we're just enjoying this phase while it lasts, knowing she won't stay like this for long... sigh.
For now, we love to watch her sleeping peacefully or when she's alert and wide-eyed making all sorts of expressions. She has not been a big fusser so we're just trying to count that blessing, fully aware that could change at any moment! Either way, she is one adored little lady. Mommy has been spoiled not just by Maelee, but also by the doting daddy and Nana-Lin (Becky's mom), and an amazing church family who has made sure we are all well fed. We're all excited to see her Pop-Pop (Becky's dad) and Uncle Dan (Becky's brother) this weekend. It has been a joyous time, indeed.
April 22nd was quite a day- much different than expected or "planned" (hehe). As always, I enjoy making lofty plans, fully aware that things most likely will not go at all how I envision. The labor/birth was about as different as I could've imagined! I didn't expect to be part of the 10% of women whose water breaks, nor did I expect a shorter than average labor, and I especially did not expect thigh labor! I didn't even know that existed!!! Well, trust me, it does. And it stinks. Bizarre? Yes. But pretty awful.
We had hoped to stay at home in "early labor" as long as possible (we had labor projects, mind you- cleaning, some remaining preggie pics, etc...), so when we went to the hospital, traveling by NYC's finest MTA bus with only Becky's purse in hand for our scheduled non-stress test, we were pretty bummed to learn that we weren't allowed to leave as my membranes had, in fact, ruptured. We were ecstatic at the prospect of seeing our little girl soon, but didn't want to be stuck at the hospital the whole time! Ironically, it was all for the better as the intensity kicked in and picked up pretty immediately, never letting up until her arrival that evening.
There seems to be an idea out there that "short" labors equal "easy" labors... Well, I don't think ANY labor could qualify as easy, and while I feel incredibly blessed and fortunate that there were no complications or unnecessary interventions with mine, and I'm certainly thankful that it did not go on any longer, it was still the most difficult, intense, and yes, painful, experience I have ever been through.
But, it was oh-so-worth it, and we are truly thankful for God's little gift to us! Steve and my doula, Lisa, got me through (despite Steve's sore hands from pretty much rubbing my thighs for 8 hrs straight or so) and my parents arrived about 20 minutes after she was born. Again, not part of the "plan," but an amazing experience for us all.
We have now finally gotten through the hundreds of pictures her Pop-Pop and Nana-Lin took and some beauties that Steve shot so there is a sampling below, as well as a slideshow of MANY more, and a video Steve and I took on her 4th day of life.
I'm still dazed, but she is treating us well. More pics are sure to come soon!
After enjoying some time on mommy, Maelee gets to look into her daddy's face-
not even 30 minutes old













And here's a slideshow of many, many more pics:
And a video of her sweetness on day 4:
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