Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Ava Nichole

Ava is four years old. I can barely believe it. At about this time (eleven o'clock) four years ago exactly, they were wheeling a little tiny bundle of blankets and pink into my room. Nick had already seen her, held her, rocked her in the nursery. I had briefly glimpsed her, all wrapped up and with her hat on, while I was on the table, and I remember thinking 'Oh, thank God she's pretty.' Shallow and superficial, yes, but also truthful. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on! My biggest regret (seriously!) is that I was having some sort of panic attack because my epidural was all the way up to my ears and I felt like I couldn't breathe, so instead of gushing over her, I just blurted "Wow, that's my baby? I can't breathe!" and barely gave her another thought until I hit the recovery room. (Three and a half hours later). Ugh.

Since I didn't blog back then (what was I doing!!!???) I decided today to bombard ya'll with pics from those first few days. Seriously, she's so beautiful, you'll want to see these ;)

This was my last belly shot, about two weeks before she was born, three and a half before she was due. Ya'll, I thought I was HUGE! And for those of you who haven't seen me preggo with the boys, you probably think I was. PLEASE! I was that big the day I found out I was pregnant with Scott, he just grew to a forty pounder overnight. And Warren...sheesh.

This was my beloved nursery, which I still miss terribly. There will always be an ache in my heart for that perfect room. And this is before we painted it and Grandpa Kenny hung the wallpaper.

All right, now this next shot was at 2:43 in the morning, I'm laying in one of those little triage gurney, scared to death that the nurse is going to come in and tell me that I'm not in labor and I have to go home. When I woke up at one thirty, I thought I was literally going to die. I had NO IDEA it was going to hurt that bad! Seriously!!! And my habit is to cry when I get overwhelmed, so that's what I did. I guess Nick's habit is to take my picture while I'm crying. After being an L&D nurse for a year, I looked back on the pic and you can see that she's not doing too too great even then. Isn't that crazy? I know that everyone thinks doctors do too many c-sections, and I still wonder every now and then if I'm missing out by not having experienced a vaginal delivery, but my motto is, I certainly would rather they have cut her out than for her to be born retarded, or dead. So that's my theory on that one, in case you were wondering.

In my room, after that glorious little miracle they call the epidural. Again, knowing what I know now, the mask is never a good sign. I'm so glad I was clueless back then. This was 4:40, so it must have been right before they ran in a grabbed me, leaving poor Nick stranded alone in the room with no idea what was happening to his wife OR his baby.

Cut to 10:53 (according to the picture file) when they finally brought me my baby. Oh, my daughter. Isn't she just the most precious thing you've ever seen?

Our first family photo. Man, we were so clueless back then. I just want to shake that woman and say "Stop taking pictures and go to sleep now! You have no idea what an easy baby she is!!!

The day we were supposed to go home. I look happy because I have no idea that I'll be in that dang room for the next five days. Doesn't she look like a doll? And that's a PREEMIE dress because we figured that babies are small when they come out (we actually had no idea.)

When we finally did get her home, I cried for hours and tried to get Nick to take us back, where we were safe. What an idiot. Hormones, I blame the hormones.

So that's the abridged version of Ava's Birth Day. I love that little girl more than I ever thought I would love anything in the entire world.

1 comment:

  1. I cried over this post. So sweet. We love Miss Ava! And we miss y'all. Come baaaack! And now Aimee and Luke and Owen are leaving? Geez, guys.