Aurora Rose: Her Birth Story

It's been over a year since our sweeties birth and I am just now getting around to sharing it. I know that I will not be able to account for every single detail like what operating room I was assigned to for my C-section our even the room we stayed in afterwards or the names of our nurses but I do remember the events leading up to her birth, during, and those first few moments I got to meet her. 

My surgery was scheduled for 8:00 am on Saturday, September 20th. We arrived at the hospital at 6:00 am. The boys stayed the night at the hotel with their grandparents and I spent most of the night eating and drinking water until 11:59 pm that is and getting up to pee every other hour until five o'clock that morning. I think I managed to get about three hours of sleep in total. The lack of sleep and anxiety are a very lethal combo when your in your third trimester and about to get cut open for the third time. I was so nervous... You would think I would be a pro by now seeing as it was my third time having major abdominal surgery and I knew what to expect this time around but in all honesty, no one is every really prepared for that.

We sat in our room for what seemed like an eternity just watching the news in silence while the nurses hooked me up to my fluids. Thankfully this time around I didn't get poked a thousand times in my hands like I did when having Talan. That sucked so badly and it hurt!

I remember sitting and just staring at the clock, watching the minute hand move. Time was going so slowly and I swear the minute hand kept going backwards.

When the nurse returned at 7:45 I was both giddy with excitement and nervous as hell. I waddled down the corridor with the nurse and Trev into the operating room. It was freezing and they made me take my awesome owl socks off. The worst part was getting my spinal done. It felt like forever and the sound of it entering into my spine is a sound I hope I don't hear anytime soon. It's a very odd crunching sound as it enters your vertebrae and you can feel the medicine shooting up your back. It's warm and  it works instantly. It started working and I laid back on the gurney before I was numb from my armpits down to my toes. I don't know how long I laid there. It felt like forever. My toes were cold and the medication that they gave me was starting to make me sick. It always makes me sick. I remember shaking uncontrollably and my anestiologiost gave me a warm towel to try an warm me up. 

My vision was blocked by the ugly blue curtain and all I could do was pray to the Lord for no complications and a healthy baby. I lost track of time, fighting the urge to throw up and to fall asleep. It took all of my willpower. Eventually Trevor was at my side. I can't even recall our conversation now... It was probably silly seeing as I was loopy from the medication. He talked, I mumbled a lot, and tried to breath without purging my insides out when I started to feel a lot of tugging and pulling. The thought of someone playing with my insides creeps me out. I tried to think of anything else but I got a little uneasy during this entire process.

My doctor told me I was going to fill lots and lots of pressure and to try to relax. I remember squeezing Trevor's hand tight and closing my eyes. I didn't feel too much discomfort as he pulled Aurora out. I held my breath, waiting to hear her cry. Dr. Rice held her up so I could see her. She was tiny and handed her off to the nurse. Trevor left my side to take photos of her and I was able to see her while they cleaned her up and tended to her. She was just in my line of vision and I just stared off into space and waited for her to cry. After a few seconds she did. I sighed with relief. There is nothing like hearing the sound of your baby's first cry. I teared up a little bit I'm not going to lie. I stroked her cheek and kissed her head when I finally got to meet her. The sound of my voice soothed her instantly. She was tiny and so sweet and I couldn't wait to be more coherent and hold her properly. 


I gazed at my little beauty, taking in her features. Like both of her brothers she had a full head of ebony hair, her dad's chin, and her mommy's nose. She looked a lot like my oldest son did as a newborn. The only difference was the dimple on her right cheek and the light red Angel kiss inbetween her eyebrows. She was pure perfection and I was instantly in love with my baby.  

I got to hold her while they wheeled us from the O.R. to the recovery room. She was so tiny and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was just the sweetest little thing. It's crazy to think that we waited in recovery for over three hours. Time is a crazy thing because I look back and try to remember every detail and it only felt like minutes instead of hours. I do remember her first feeding. She caught on a lot faster than her brothers ever did at nursing and she had no issues at all. Aurora was a very smart little girl from the beginning. 

Today my sweet princess is 15 months old. I love being a mother to a daughter. It is so different than being a mom to boys. She still is as sweet as sugar but has her crazy moments. Sweetheart has a temper and can give her brothers a run for their money. She is one tough little cookie. The Lord has blessed our family and completed it. I couldn't ask for anything more. 


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