(This is a journal post direct from our family journal. G is baby boy, C is big sister.)
23 January 2012 ~ Happy Birthday, Q!...
You just couldn't wait to join our family and decided to come out with a bang...on your brother's birthday!
Last night I had some minor cramping, but it was nothing to write home about. A few extremely minor contractions that were miles apart in the morning. Again, nothing major. So I put a few toys in front of Griffin to keep him busy and came up to take my "I might be starting labor soon and should shower" shower to which I had three contractions in a row. Hmm. It was around 10:20a so I went to get a drink and then, at 10:30a, the rolling contractions started. Now, I was busy with your brother but I'd say they were coming every minute or so. I had previously told your father to keep his cell in his pocket so, while sitting on the toilet (in all my labors this has been the *only* comfortable place) I called his cell...and the HR Manager answered! It seems Daddy was getting a new phone and Tim was moving over his contacts and assorted junk. Ugh! So I called his line...no answer! Then contractions got more intense to me calling the main line and telling Kasey to track down Daddy. It took her a few minutes and then she came back to tell me he was on a call. I. Don't. Care. Get him!!! He said he was on the way while I felt things really moving. I laid on the sofa to start moaning and sweet G laid down on me and followed my moans. What a sweet boy. Around 11:30a Daddy got home, fed your brother, ate lunch and cleaned up while I sat on the toilet. Around noon he said we should go to the hospital so I told him to get ready. Perhaps I wasn't clear enough that things were intense, but we were moving in slow motion. 12:15ish it got to the point that I wasn't moving. So when Daddy came back to get me around 12:30 I said I simply couldn't move. Contractions were rolling on top of each other. He asked if he should call 911 and I just nodded. All the while my body took over and I didn't have to push because your head came out in two contractions. Thank god the 911 dispatcher told Daddy to yank me off the toilet literally the second before you came out! So, I'm on the floor holding you, making sure you didn't hit the dirty floor and I hear Daddy say "they're here" to the dispatcher. The dispatcher had to ask Daddy to find out a gender! Our big surprise and we forgot to look - a beautiful, baby girl. A slew of men came in, cut the cord and wheeled us out in the ambulance. They were super sweet and it was wild that your first car ride was an ambulance with the sirens on!
We got to the hospital and we were the talk of the town! You weighed in at 7 pounds 15 ounces (you pooped on the way out so the nurse said you were most likely 8.1 - still my smallest baby), 20.5 inches and a 13 head. You're tiny compared to your siblings! You also required the least amount of stitches - 2 internal ones to stop the bleeding.
The only complicating factor is that you're Coombs positive so that puts you at a higher risk of jaundice, but that didn't keep us from leaving the hospital at just over 24 hours. That place is not restful!
C and G simply love you. C can't stop touching and kissing you and whispering how much she loves you! G just says "baby!" and smiling at you.
Welcome to our world, Quinn Amelia MyLastName FamilyLastName! We are so happy to have you!