It's about time!

Wow, after a friendly reminder that I have not introduced the newest member of our home (thanks Audra!) and a friend discovering and reminding me I have a blog (Hey Josh!) I pulled it back up. Much to my dismay my background had a snowman on it. Gesh! That guy would only last about 2.5 seconds outside today. Time for some updating.
Our lives are not too action packed and no way will I bore you with what has been going on since December in our lives...BUT I will share with you about our sweet little addition to our home. No, I am not talking about any structural changes to our house (however another bathroom would be nice, and a functional basement, and a bigger kitchen and bigger laundry room hehe) I am talking about sweet little Eliza Christine.

Miss Eliza Christine was born March 4th at 1:09 pm and weighed in at 7lbs 12 oz and 21 inches long. Now most people will say, that is a good sized baby, pretty average in size and I would agree. However miss 7 12 coming in after her brother who was 9 lbs 11 oz and the rest of the siblings around 9 lbs, she was as I liked to call her, Dainty.

I am going to rewind the story a bit and tell about her birth, which in itself was alot different in ways than the others as well. Actually alot of my pregnancy was different, less weight gain (nice) not as much pregnancy sickness but more illness that I couldnt kick, like colds, sinus infection, bladder infection.

Anyway back to the big day. We arrived to the hospital and went through all the get changed, hooked up to the monitor, IV put in, blah blah blah, oh yes and for those who dont know, this was a planned c section and our 5th one too. So we are hanging out waiting for everything to get ready, I am texting with my sister (Hi Dawn!) and watching Tv. Chris is reading the paper, pretty normal stuff for us pre baby. They come and get us to goto the recovery room to wait until it was time for me to go in the C section room and get my spinal block. Some someone who was to be there wasnt able to get there right away so back to our room we went. Well, they had already moved my bed to outside the recovery room so I kicked back as good as a largely pregnant woman can in the recliner. Still texting with my sis to let her know what all is going on and talked to my Dad on the phone who had gotten turned around in town and needed help to the hospital.
Finally they came to get us and I went into the surgical room. Now they dont allow husbands back there while they are putting the block in, which is ok as mine doesnt like needles. Now the anesthesiologist was a VERY tall man and he had the bed raised up so high I didnt even have my feet on the stools they give you to put your feet on while they put the spinal block in. So was just a bit difficult to get my back right to help him out with nothing to push my feet on. He got the necessary stuff in and they laid me back while the spinal was kicking in and got me all prepped to go. Only the spinal never took. They tested and waited and repeated several times. Finally the anesthesiologist leans over to me and says "the block isnt taking" (really? so those pinches of pain were not my imagination?) "we are going to have to put you under." I was stunned by this and really not aware of any other options so I agreed. Now this also meant my husband would not be in the room either, since I would not need a support person. This I hated. We had already planned on getting my tubes tied while they were in there and neither of us were going to be able to see the baby in her first minutes outside of me, not the way I had pictured going out of my season of having babies. So, out I went.
I remember them waking me and I was in the recovery room, my nurse was asking me questions that I could only nod or shake my head at. My mouth was super dry as they give you a med to dry out your mouth while the tube is down your throat and my throat was a bit sore. (I kept thinking to myself, now I understand what Jarrett goes through) I was also in ALOT of pain. I remember my nurse asking me if I was numb, they assumed the spinal was just taking awile and would kick in, well it didnt and I was hurting really bad at the incision. So they qickly started me on Morphine with the PCA pump, I kept refering to it as my friend and truely it was! On top of the incision pain they were giving me pitocin to help stop some of the bleeding. The doctor told me I had alot of scar tissue and it bled pretty bad and found out the next day that I was pretty close to needing a transfusion but my blood count started to go up on its own. (whew)
It seemed like forever before I even realized my husband was in the room, I heard him talking to the nurse who was checking the baby. He took my hand and I wanted to cry, but couldnt, all I could do was stare at the ceiling and breathe through the pain and suck on a washcloth to wet my mouth. Finally I was able to ask him how big she was, figuring upper 8's at least. I had to ask him a couple times to make sure I heard him right. She was born at 1:09 and it was after 3:00 before I was taken back to my room. Completely abnormal from what we were used to. With the others (except Jarrett) I was able to nurse the babies in the recovery room and look at their sweet faces right away. Not this time, because I was out of it and in pain they had Chris give her a bottle and it was a couple hours before I could really look at her face and really see her. This being part of the reason she was nameless for a day and a half. We went into the hospital with 2 girl names Eliza Christine and Evelynn but not sure on the middle name. Like we had done with some of the others we had to see her to decide, and we couldnt decide which one she looked more like. We decided on Eliza but the poor little thing, her mama called her Evelynn a couple times :) and in my foggy mind was worried we picked the wrong name.
The day after she was born I got a call from the anesthesiologist to see how I was doing and if the block had taken later. I told him it had not. He said they were going to be doing some investigating as one of his colleagues had the same thing happen to another woman and she had to have a general as well. Both of us having medicine from the same batch and they were thinking it was bad, so they had pulled all if it from that batch. I am glad, I would hate to have someone else go through that. I never did hear anything else about it.
All in all, we got our sweet little one, she is very precious and has killer smile. She stares right into our eyes and she has this look of maturity in her eyes, alot like Jarrett had. In fact her personality is alot like his as a baby.
We are now enjoying this last season of having an infant and it is exciting but scary and sad to move past as that has been what has defined who I am for so many years. Now I have to find a new me in this new season of life. Scary, but I think it is going to be a fun adventure!