my sister is a MOM

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.)

 Look how precious she is.  Told you - cute as buttons.