Everyone kept on telling me what a great birthday 11-11-11 would be. My due date was November 16th, but Ginger and Edison were born 5 and 7 days early (respectively), so there was a reasonable chance that Baby #3 might come on the 11th. I honestly didn't have a preference--I just knew that the 11th would be a popular day, and I did NOT want to share a room during recovery. 11-10-11 or 11-12-11 both seem like "cool" enough birth dates to me.
So, on November 11th 2011, I found myself at the hospital sitting in triage, waiting for a delivery room (of course they were all full, because everyone wanted to have their baby on 11-11-11). I couldn't help being more nervous about having to share a room than about the actual delivery. (Does anyone else remember "the Office" episode when Pam had to share a room at the hospital? I'm sure I'm not the only one grossed out by the idea of nursing someone else's baby...or them nursing my baby for that matter)
We eventually did get a delivery room (and the hospital gave us flowers and a teddy bear for making us wait). I didn't wait to ask for the epidural--it always takes the anesthesiologist forever to come, and I knew that I'd want it by the time he got there. And I did, no surprise. When he was done he told me that it would take 10-15 minutes for the epidural to kick in.
Okay, I can do 10-15 minutes.
Shortly after that my doctor declared me "ready to push".
Light at the end of the tunnel...meanwhile I'm still waiting for the relief of the epidural. The doctor left and told the nurse to page him when the baby's head was crowning. On the second push the nurse yelled "STOP! STOP! That's the head! We need to get the doctor!"
STOP? Are you crazy? The baby's head is partially out, and you want me to just hold it there?! Meanwhile, I'm still waiting for the effects of the epidural.
The doctor came back after what seemed like an eternity. Then, after 3 more pushes, out she came! "It's a GIRL!" they told me, "a beautiful, BIG girl!" A flood of relief washed over me (not relief from the epidural, mind you): pregnancy was finally over, labor was finally over, my wait to find out if our baby was a girl or a boy was finally over.
She was beautiful, and she was big--9lbs 2oz, and 21 inches long. My Mom, Brandon and I got to hang out for a while and just enjoy her. We took turns holding her and dissecting her features to figure out who she looked like. We watched her cute eyes slowly blink and go cross-eyed and squint at the bright lights. What could she possibly be thinking? My Mom left to go get Ginger and Edison, and I was wheeled up to my recovery room with Brandon following. We couldn't stop talking about how excited Ginger was going to be about having a sister, and how we had totally "called" that the baby was going to be a girl. It took us a moment to register that the door that we had stopped at was a shared room. It was not a mistake. They had given me a shared room.
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| Ginger was immediately fascinated by her baby sister. |
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| Edison was much more interested in the mechanical workings of my hospital bed. |
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| Ginger had been asking for weeks if she could hold the baby when it was born. So of course that was her first request upon entering the hospital room. |
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| She tried to tickle the baby's fingers. No reaction. |
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| Edison didn't acknowledge the new baby, there were more important things to do. |
Just before leaving the hospital, we named Carlton Baby #3 "Penelope Jayne Carlton". We call her "Penny".
...and, for the record, I got the HUGE shared room all to myself (and Penny of course). Thank goodness!