
Alicyn Catherine was born September 7 at 4:57pm. But first, let's back up to September 1. I had an ultrasound that day and then I saw my doctor. The ultrasound measured her at 10 lbs, 10 oz! The doctor said, "okay, we have some options." He explained that he didn't think she was that big, but because of my size, it was hard to get an accurate measurement and ultrasounds tend to be off a pound or so in either direction. He said he also didn't believe that she was that big. He felt she was probably closer to 8.5-9lbs. So, we could try and deliver vaginally and risk that she was big and possibly get stuck (and jack my girly bits up in the process) or we could schedule a c-section. The catch though... because of my pudge, I would have a much higher chance of getting an infection. After a lot of contemplation (and crying) I decided that I just couldn't risk doing anything that could hurt or even kill her. I was willing to sacrifice my own well-being for her. So we scheduled the c-section for September 7 at 1pm. We got to the hospital at 11 and they started prep, but told me that I would be pushed back because of emergency c-sections that day, so the clock rolled around to 3:45 and they where finally wheeling me back the hallway. They got me all ready, gave me the spinal, (which was amazing, I must add!), brought in C and started. It was a weird feeling. I could feel the doctor pull her our of my ribs and I could feel myself deflate, but it didn't hurt. Then I could heard the nurse say, "I see a lot of hair!" and then I heard the doctor saying, "That's a big baby! That's a big baby!" Then I heard crying erupt in the OR and I lost it and started to cry. The doctor said to the nurse, "is she crying?" and he peeked over the curtain and said, "What's the matter, dear?" I sniffed and said, "I've been waiting since New Years Day to hear that!" Then I heard the nurse say, "10, 9! 21 inches!" and I was like, "Holy Crap!" After that, things started to get fuzzy. I was starting to doze off and I was watching my pressure drop on the monitor. C kept tapping me of the head, saying "wake-up."
Finally, they got me closed and took me back to recovery where I finally got to hold my baby. My mom told me that I kept telling her, "I can't believe that was in me... I grew her." We were in the hospital for 4 days and we've been doing great. I've been moving around really well with my c-section, with only some mild separation of the incision on one side, but a week in and there is no infection. The baby lost some weight in the hospital, enough to be concerned, but she is back up to 10lbs, 5 oz. They said she has enough to spare. :-)