Roughly 12 hours. Not to much pain. Easy epidural. 1 push later. She comes . .
Welcome baby Rosemary Pearl. You are so sweet and adorable. I already love watching you and holding you. Mommy is so glad that this was much easier than your crazy sister Camille but I will leave that up to her to tell everyone the story. Just know that Em is safe and doing fine. Baby Rosemary is well too and nursing like a champ. And me, I think it's time for bed.
One would think that after 21 solid days of not posting you'd think that meant I had a baby by now and just forgot to tell you. Well, here's a clue to what's going on around here:
See that?
Yep, still pregnant, not budging. She's a smart one, my Rosemary, and has learned about the drastic drop in temperatures here in Frozen Tundra and has opted to stay in until Spring. If I thought the screams of her sister were enough to frighten her, the screams of her Mama freezing must have just tipped the scales.
But that is alright, I'm getting by, somehow. I was mentally prepared to not deliver before or around my due date. I knew I wasn't going to be one of those women and it works out for me. See that post below? The one listing all the things we still hadn't done yet? We did them, every last one of them so now I'm much more prepared.
So, really, that is all I have to say to for now. I'm off to lift heavy objects, jump up and down with Camille, basically anything I can do to inform Rosemary of her eviction notice.
When I was pregnant with Camille, I was totally prepare for her arrival to come in October. I had every single thing set to go: Carseat, stroller, rocking chair, diapers, wash clothes, Desitin. Everything was all nicely organized in pretty little piles all ready for our shining star to make her appearance. The pack n play had been unpacked already and played with once and packed back up and put nicely under the empty crib which was not filled with outgrown toddler clothes but instead a very curious big grey cat (which to this day I swear is part Puma). We were ready, Lamaze was taken, diaper bag was set.
I freaked out in the middle of the baby section at Target last night.
I am no more prepared for this baby as I am for Camille to go to Kindergarten. I have nothing, nada, not one single diaper. Sure sure, I have all her clothes in her drawers, which is a good thing because she'll be going through those quickly with no diaper on. And let's just pray that Rosemary doesn't get a diaper rash on her diaper less bottom because we have run out of Desitin since Camille got potty trained, I realized this at exactly 7:08 last night. And if she needs a bath? Hahaha! Maybe the cat can come over and bathe her seeing we have no bath seat and no wash clothes thanks to our friend hard water that totally ruined our last bath seat which, I loved with all my heart and shed a little tear when it broke.
Nope, not a damn thing, not even a stroller. See, I want this double stroller, I love this double stroller. Why, you ask? Well, apparently, unlike any of my or D's siblings, we inherited the Giraffe gene in the family and we look quite hunchback when strolling Camille as strollers apparently are only designed for the vertically challenged. But this stroller, it's biggest complaint for people is that the handle bars are to high which means they are perfect for us.
Oh and let's pray she nurses, because I haven't even unpacked the bottles.
Yeah, I did a baby registry like 3 months ago one night while I was bored but the poor thing sits there all by it's lonesome covered it dust. I just don't have the time to actually think about it.
There is no point here really except to announce to the whole Internet how unready I am and am sorta thanking my uncomfortable lucky stars that we still have 3 weeks left to type up directions to Target so my family members can run out in a mad dash and buy some damn diapers when they come!
A few days back my sister asked me a question about when the baby comes. Honestly, I don't remember the question but I do remember this: I responded to said question by saying something along the lines of worrying about in January to which she said, sorta as I don't remember her exact wording but it doesn't matter here, January is next week.
*Thump*
That was the sound my head made when yesterday, it turned January. I have exactly 23 days until my due date. 3 1/2 weeks until my due date. On Friday I'll have only 3 weeks left until my due date.
People, in a few shorts weeks I'm having a baby, another baby.
When I went to the doctor's on Monday I was mildly disappointed when he very casually snickered at the thought of me coming early and instead assured me that my body is loving this pregnancy and it's his best guess that I'll be pregnant up until my due and maybe even a few days afterwards. I would disagree with him but sadly he's a pretty smart guy when it comes to baby's as he's the top dog doctor at my delivering hospital and is so wise like that that he's going to Mexico next week with his residence from the hospital to teach a remote village how to properly deliver babies. At the moment I was bitter but then I realized that by saying I'd be on time, we're only talking like 3 1/2 MORE WEEKS.
*Deep breath just taken*
I'm excited about meeting Rosemary. Let me say that. And let me also say how much I do love my unborn child. I think it's going to be great being a Mama to two girls and am comfortable already referring to them as "The girls".
But I am sad also.
I absolutely adore Camille. I hate the thought of being away from her so much that I don't think she'll be going to Preschool. I just adore that funny little child and don't like not being with her day and night. She truly is amazing and if you haven't met her in person, I suggest you do it someday. The thought of another child invading her little space, honestly, it makes me a little sad. I worry about how Camille will feel and if I'm jipping her of something, I don't know what, but just something I won't be aware of. Will she still be happy and enjoy her days with me? Will she still know how much I completely adore her? Will I adore Rosemary as much as I adore Camille? What happens if I adore Rosemary more?
I know it will all work out. Plenty of people have more than one child and the oldest child adjust perfectly. They don't see it the way we, the parents do and we end up putting all this worrying in for no good reason so I just try to not think about it.
