Well, as I am sure many of you already know, Peanut officially completed our family just one short week ago. We hoped to have this post up sooner, but it seems fitting that on the night of her one week birthday we are able to reflect back on the blessing and miracle of life we experienced. This may be a little windy, but thought that for those of you that are not close by to us might enjoy reliving the day with us.
One week ago today, Amanda was induced at 5:30 AM at North Kansas City Hospital. I don't think that either of us slept much the night before in anticipation for the day to come. Before leaving the house on an early December morning, my sister Courtney called me just as bubbly as ever and having a hard time containing her excitement about becoming an Auntie. As we were circling around the hospital to the admitting parking lot, we came to a pedestrian crossing where there was a lady bundled up in her stocking cap and overcoat that appeared to be crossing the street in front us, but was very slow to do so. Me being the polite and cordial driver that I am, slowed down and allowed her time to cross. She did not and looked just as confused as when we first pulled up, so I blurted out, "Come on you kooky lady, cross the street!". About this time, we were close enough to see that it was indeed Courtney who had made Dad get up at 4am to get to her to the hospital before us so we could have a picture coming to the hospital!
Upon arriving, we got checked in and as soon as they told us our room number on the 7th floor, I knew that everything was going to be okay. We were assigned to room 717 for our delivery, which for those of you that don't know me that well, 17 has been my soccer number my entire life and is my lucky number. Obviously, the good Lord was giving me a sign that not only was my wife and daughter going to be okay during the labor, but that I too was going to be able to be the support that she was going to need.
They started the pitocin drip shortly after getting into the room and by 8am, the Doctor came in to break Amanda's water. We were very blessed to have the most unbelievable delivery nurse named Mary. She is a traveling nurse that was from close to Goshen, Indiana (where Amanda has family), was our age and just "fit" with our personalities. We spent lots of time just chatting and laughing with her throughout the day...I'm sure people thought it was weird when they heard laughing coming from our room during many parts of the day. Mary was a HUGE part of why our experience was simply wonderful!
Around 9:30 or 10:00, the contractions become much more intense and painful. This is when we decided to get going on the epidural, which was not a quick process. Knowing that Amanda wanted (and needed) the epidural, Mary looked out for our interest and did not check to see how far Amanda was dilated so that the anaesthetist would not have a reason not to give it to her. He showed up around 11:30 and completed the process about noon. The time up until the medicine kicking in was probably the hardest part of the day and my amazing wife breezed through it. At one point when she was in pain, my mom was in the room with us and she gave her permission to say anything to me or call me any names she wanted, but Amanda's reply was just how much she appreciated and loved me (now she claims it is because she knows that Momma Marty would let her say it then, but never let her live it down afterwards!).
Immediately after the epidural was in and the doctor left, Mary checked Amanda and she was at a 10. (No wonder she had been in so much pain!)My mom thought for sure Amanda was going to end up having the baby before she got the epidural. We attempted to contact our families and let them know where we were and that things were moving along fairly quickly for a first time mom. I think that it was before we got to the pushing that we discovered the Foster's had car trouble on the way down and were going to be delayed in getting to the hospital.
Luckily, the epidural slowed the labor a little and we just had the most peaceful and perfect birthing experience. I think most people have probably picked up on the fact that retaining consciousness during the process was a concern for me, but everything was just fine. I ended up being a much more active participant than I had ever imagined. When Amanda started pushing, the nurse asked me to sit on the bed and hold one of Amanda's legs while she held the other. Of course I was a slightly nervous about this but from that point on, I witnessed the most beautiful and miraculous thing that these eyes have seen.
The nurse called the Doctor in shortly after 4:00 and with a few short pushes, Clare Elizabeth Brown was born at 4:22pm. She weighed 7lbs 7ozs and was 20.5 inches long. Again, I have to give all credit that I can to my wife because she was absolutely and utterly amazing. I cannot even put into words how to express my thoughts and feelings for both my girls, but it is very humbling and aweinspiring to witness!!
The Foster's made it in time to spend time with their first grandchild and niece when we were moved up to the 8th floor. It was fun to see their excitement. We went home right at noon on Friday and have settled in now at home! It was great to be home. Clare had her first doctor's appointment on Tuesday and everything went well. She was almost back up to her birth weight..she is a good eater. :)
For those of you that do not know, Clare is named after some very important people in our lives. She is named after her two living great grandmothers, Clarine and Elizabeth, and her Aunt Beth (my sister). Not only does she share a birthday month with her old man, but also his initials.
We were graced with loving visits from family and friends while we were at the hospital and even now! We feel so lucky and blessed to be surrounded by such incredible friends and family.
We thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. We love you all more than we can say and hopefully we will be able to add more frequent updates during late night feedings, etc.