My sister had her baby last night! A baby girl - 7 pounds 2 ounces and 19 inches long. They named her Alexis.
I hear she's gorgeous. I imagine that she is adorable. And someone might even use the term, "Udderly Precious" to describe her. Except that I really have no actual knowledge about how she looks, since no one has sent me any pictures of her yet. She could have two heads for all I know. But I bet they'd both be cute as buttons.
So do you want to hear the details? (Of course you do, silly.)
I had locked myself in my bedroom and was waching Ugly Betty online. It was a rough day - I'm perfectly entitled to locking myself in my room the second Husband walks in the door.
I was excited to see that my sister was calling me - it was like 8:30-ish. "I think I'm in labor!" she says. She told me about the caster oil she drank that afternoon. She's a brave girl.
At about midnight she texted and said, "I'm in labor!!!" and it was real, actual, not going anywhere labor. So then I got really excited. But also nervous. Because my brain doesn't think about normal things like, "Yay, a baby!" because it's too busy thinking stuff like, "What if something goes wrong?!!" My brain is horribly warped, I tell you.
I talked to my mom at about 1:30 AM. She was at the hospital. They broke my sister's water. They gave her an epidural. She felt like $5 million after spending the last 3 hours having contractions 1 minute apart. (Plus my family likes pain killers - I'm not going to lie, pain killers are THE BEST.......ever.)
At 2:02 AM (yeah, I was way too excited to sleep) I got the text:
"They are doing an emergency c-section."
Those are pretty much one of worst phrases you can hear when someone is having a baby. Of course they aren't the only words, or maybe even the worst. But they're bad.
I called. My mom was scared. I guess the drs and nurses were running, literally, to the OR. I learned later that it was because the baby's heart rate dropped and wasn't coming back up. It was serious. They knocked my sister unconscious, they barely let in my brother-in-law to see the two minute birth. I sat on the edge of my bed and crocheted really fast because I was distracting myself.
Twenty minutes later my mom called again. The baby was fine, my sister was fine (albeit still unconscious - but fine.) And we all let out a humongous, PHEW.
Then I went to bed.
And those are the details - from my point of view. (Because that's where I was.)
And the second someone feels like sending me a picture I'll post it right here. (And we can all find out if she has two adorable heads together.)