So, I am new to this whole blogging thing but have thought about doing it for awhile now and can't wait to share our fun filled, sleep deprived, dirty diaper, days, with everyone! My first post is going to be a little about our lives leading up to the arrival of our sweet Penelope. Here we go-
Lets start off on September 8, 2012. Our wedding day. Nothing shy of perfect. After a LONG year and a half engagement, we were READY! I over think just about everything and always prepare myself for the worst, yet most people would say I am pretty laid back. Luckily I keep all of my craziness to myself. Anyways... Our wedding turned out so beautiful and we couldn't have asked for things to have gone better. Our family and friends surrounded us and I married my fun loving, goofy, best friend. I am not a gushy, lovey girl....but I have my moments.
Fast forward- November 9, 2012
Almost exactly two months after our wedding...
It's just after midnight, and its officially my 22nd birthday! I am waiting for Michael to get home from work, thinking about where we should go for my birthday. Pretty excited to let loose and have some fun with the hubby. And out of nowhere.... I realize I SHOULD be on my period. (Sorry for too much info) I look at my phone, count the days, and then head to our bedroom to grab a.... You guessed it. Pregnancy test. I thought there was no way. I am just stressed, busy and late. As I waited for the negative lines to show up, I had an overwhelming feeling come over me and I started balling before even checking the test. The feeling became a reality when a tiny little plus sign showed up that would change our lives from then on. And Michael got a call at work he'll never forget!
So now officially pregnant-
With talk circulating about his warehouse closing where he had worked for the past 8 years and his desire to get back to his (small) hometown of Glendive, MT, we decided that he accept a job offer for the railroad. I was admittedly a little less than thrilled for this move. I was pretty comfortable where we were. My friends and family close, a nice home, and more than 5 dining options :) But I supported my husbands decision and trusted that we could make anywhere home if we did it together. So we put the house up for sale, and packed up all of the wine glasses we got for our wedding first... No need for them now. Damn! And we are off.....
Getting ready for baby.....
I knew it was a baby girl from the start. I can't explain it, I just felt it. Only girl names came to mind, I had dreams of the delivery, and it was always a girl. Weird, right? Michael refused to believe me and thought I was just crazy. But on February 14, yep, Valentines Day, we saw our little GIRL. It's so much more fun to quit calling her "it" or "baby"...it became so much more real and it was finally time to shop! My obsession with headbands has really become a problem.....yikes.
Our birth plan....
As some of you may or may not know...I chose, yes (gasp) chose, a scheduled cesarean section. This decision didn't come without much consideration, sometimes feelings of guilt and most likely some judgement from my peers. But hey- it just felt right. The women in my family have had terrible times trying to give birth vaginally, usually resulting in emergency c-sections. Not to say that would for sure be the case for me but I wasn't going to take the chance. The last thing I wanted to do was be in hours of labor putting stress on myself and our baby only to go have an emergency surgery. I wanted my birth experience to be calm and to feel somewhat in control of our situation, and to me, this was how. Some may think this is selfish, and I won't try to justify it. But I will say that if other soon to be moms are contemplating this decision, that my experience was completely positive and I came out very happy with my decision. Fun fact 1 in every 3 women end up needing a caesarean.
Her arrival....
I think I got about 15 minutes of sleep the night before she was born. I wasn't scared but just so anxious. I couldn't wait to see what she looked like and to see those feet that had been kicking me in the ribs for so long! So at 5am I got out of bed and into the very last shower I would take before being a mom. I wasted a lot of water that day while standing there rubbing my tummy and feeling her move for the last little while inside of me. Something no one else will ever feel and something I will never forget. Don't get me wrong... I pretty much hated everything else about being pregnant but these are the little moments that made it all worth it. As I made my way to the hospital I was surprised and a little proud of myself. I thought I would be an emotional wreck on this day but instead I was very calm and couldn't wait to see Michael. He had been working nights and would be meeting me at the hospital at 7am when he got off work. What a trooper, right? Went to work at 11pm and knew that 8 hours later he'd get to meet his baby girl! So just as I got checked in and changed, in walks Michael. Remember how I said I was nice and calm, well I can't say the same for him! I just love him for his sweet, emotional, caring ways. He was so supportive the whole time. Other than the arrival of a healthy baby, my biggest worry was the spinal block I'd be getting for the surgery. I hate needles and the thought of one in my spine completely grossed me out. I am happy to say that it was relatively easy and quick. Big relief. So as I lost feeling of both legs and became suuuuper relaxed I laid there, waiting for Michael to come back in and get this show on he road. Teary eyed the entire time, Mike held my hand and repeatedly asked me if I was OK. I told him I was wonderful...and I wasn't lying. That spinal block was my best friend :) About 10 minutes in, I felt some pressure, heard my doctor say "oh lots of hair," and she was out! Screaming, just as I had hoped for. Hearing her cry was unforgettable and I couldn't contain my own emotions. The 2 minutes it took for them to clean her up and bring her to see me for the first time seemed like an eternity! Once Mike brought her over, she was nothing like I had expected. She was tiny, dainty, hairy, beautiful. You just can't prepare yourself for that specific moment. Meeting your child is....to be simply put...pretty damn neat.
Bringing baby home....
Nerve wracking. Whoa. I have taken care of my fair share of babies working at a daycare and all but it is so much different having a little 6 pounder staring at you, depending on you for the rest of her life! Reality set in. Luckily my dad came for a week and helped us out. Talk about proud grandpa! I think he would have stayed forever if he could have. But since I was recovering great and Penelope was being such an easy little baby, I sent him home. So there I was, my first night alone. Mike back at work and grandpa Ross back to Billings. Just Penelope and me...oh and the random demon baby that decided to possess her that night!! It just had to happen, her first terrible night. She's crying, I'm crying, and the dogs are looking at me like, "what the hell, mom." Luckily we made it through the night and we will chalk it up to her showing me who's boss. Already? Perfect.
So that is a little about us. Pen is now 5 weeks old. Which is crazy. Time has flown by and we are loving every minute of getting to know the ins and outs of our little girl. I will do individual blog posts so that anyone who wants to keep up with us can!
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