I s'pose it's high time Millie got a birth story post.
In her first three months, Millie has proved to be a gal who likes to get her own way - and I should have seen it coming because my due date came and went with nary a sign of labor. She probably could have sat in their for another week, but my mom and sister were flying into town and I wanted them to be able to see her (and also to clean my house without me feeling guilty about it, muahaha). So we scheduled an induction for the morning of May 7th. We barely slept the night of the 6th, but in the morning we got Jonah all squared away with the multiple kind-hearted people that were willing to watch him (thank you!) and headed off to fill out paperwork and sit in waiting rooms for a couple hours at the hospital.
When it was finally time to go into the labor room, kade got himself situated and I got all cute and dressed up in one of those adorable (psych) hospital gowns. Because I had tested positive for GBS, they hooked me up to an IV of penicillin which was AWFULLLLLL! As she was putting it in the nurse says "Now, some people say that they feel a little burning sensation when they get this, but it won't be too bad." OH. MY. GOSH. I've never broken my forearm but I can tell you I know how it is. Burning? Nah. Let me tell you what it felt like:
You know when you go camping, and your foraging around for wood for your campfire, and you find a thick branch that would be perfect but it's too long? And the only way you can break it is to rest one end on the ground and hold the other end in your hand and stomp as hard as you can right in the middle?
Replace that branch with your forearm and that is what a penicillin IV feels like.
Anyway, after a few agonizing minutes where I just knew I was going to give up the ghost, the nurse came in and hooked something else up to ease the pain. The good news is while my arm was breaking I totally couldn't feel the contractions! But soon after I was asking for an epidural.
The guy that did my epidural took forever to get there, forever to set up, and forever to get the needle in my back. As a nervous joke, I said, "This isn't the first time you've ever done this is it?" Turns out, he indeed was a student, and it very well might have been his first time! It really did take over an hour. Then I had to call him back in because it wasn't quite working. I think to cover any potential mistakes he turned up the drugs to full capacity, because from then on I could feel absolutely nothing. Then I peed on my nurses - but it was their fault. because after the first round of epidural while my legs were slowly falling asleep, I told them I needed to use the bathroom. They forgot, the second round of epidural was administered, I could feel nothing at all, and suddenly a nurse said "Hey, I think your water just broke! Oh, nope, it's urine." And I didn't even feel embarrassed, because I had told them so. I even said, "Sorry, but I told you so."
Anyway, this part of the story gets all fuzzy because it was just a lot of dead legs and waiting. I mean, I'm sure my labor was progressing but I couldn't feel anything. With Jonah I could at least feel something, but like I said earlier, I think my student-doctor anesthesiologist was trying to cover his bases because I felt nothing.
Around 4ish, the doctor came in to check my cervix. He looked surprised and told me not to push because I was ready to go, the baby was ready to go, but the nurses weren't. So they all scrambled to put together their little table of instruments and get the baby bed ready and suddenly it was go time. Dr. Pollard told me to sit up, lean forward and push, and within seconds little Emeline Ivy Anderson was born. Unlike with Jonah, who had meconium in his fluid, they were able to place Millie right on my chest after delivery. I was never sure how I would feel about that sort of thing, but I liked being the very first one to hold my baby - instead of waiting in line behind every nurse and doctor in the room.
She was so tiny! Technically she was bigger than Jonah, but only by one ounce. She arrived at 4:46pm at 6lbs14oz and 20 and a half inches long.
That's Emeline Eunice Knox Riggs on the left, her husband Zial seated. We were debating between Emeline and Eunice, but, well...
So we had been thinking of that name for a while, ever since we found out she was a girl, but there were a couple others we had been tossing around too. The clincher was when I found a song called Emeline, written by Ben Folds, who was - get this - BORN IN WINSTON-SALEM. I mean, that's fate if I've ever heard of it. It's a fairly good song, too. Look it up. But don't look up what it's about, because people on the interweb say it's about a crazy old girlfriend of his. Meh, whatever.
Ivy is another family history name, but it's also my lovely sister's middle name. We decided that Brooklyn needed a reason to be a good person and set a good example for someone. Just kidding - she's the cool one in the family, and is usually the one that brings everyone together, and she's probably my favorite sister.
I had written down in my journal that I was surprised at how soon Millie acted like her namesake aunt. She is a total princess, stays up all night long, and burps like a full-grown man! And I don't think Brooke will be offended that I said that because a) she doesn't read my blog and there is no b. or c.
She looks and always has looked a lot like Jonah when he was that age. However, she has a completely different personality. It's so fun to experience the difference between boys and girls! I don't care what your liberal cousin says, there is a difference and it's totally obvious between these two kids of ours. Jonah was super laid back for the most part - didn't care if I kept forgetting to change his diaper, wasn't picky about bottles or binkies, was content to nurse, liked to sit in his bouncy seat, etc. Millie has a total meltdown if her diaper is dirty, she requires only the finest bottles and binkies, also requires formula (which costs a fortune, even when only supplementing!), absolutely must be held, and is just the cutest little high-maintenance princess I have ever met.
She's a doll and we wouldn't have her any other way!
There you have it. Millie's birth story. A lot less sappy than Jonah's, but I went back and re-read that one and about rolled my eyes at myself. So I decided to give it a break, Jess, and just be real. And what's real is that
we love little Emeline!