Now for the play-by-play of yesterday (these are my favorite posts to go back and read in my blog books, so though it may seem like a lot of boring details, I love reading them so I continue to put them in):
Friday started out like a typical day. We got up, had breakfast, I dropped off the kids at school, then Annabelle, Jane and I went grocery shopping. We came home, put everything away, I swept and mopped, and then we picked up Charlie from kindergarten. Once we got home, the kids went outside to play for a little while and while I was in the bathroom, I noticed a little pinkish mucus. I didn't think too much of it because I had my doctors appointment yesterday and he checked me and sometimes when they do that, there's a little spotting, but I decided to call Scott and let him know and tell him to make sure he always keeps his cell near today and to answer it if it's me. I also talked with my mom that morning about different things and gave a heads up to my neighbor who would be watching the kids when we were in the hospital, like I did with Scott...told her it may be nothing, but it may be something.
Elisabeth and I began gluing pieces together for invitations and the other kids played. As we glued I started to feel some cramps in my stomach, but you know, having four little children and being in a non-stop whirlwind of busy-ness all day everyday, I really didn't have much time to think about it. At 430 I told Elisabeth she better get ready for her soccer game because we'd leave the house around 5:05 so we could pick up dad from Firestone where he was dropping off his truck to get a new muffler and then we'd head straight over to her game. She went down to change and I went to the bathroom. That's where all the fun started :). I was bleeding, quite a bit. It was dark red, dripping and there were some clots that were the size of quarters. Luckily, I had a phone in the bathroom with me. I paged my doctor. While I waited for him to call back I called Scott who was on his way to Firestone and told him to come home instead of dropping his truck off. I called Alicia (my neighbor that would be watching the kids) and told her what was going but also said to wait a little while because I wanted to still try to make Elisabeth soccer game. Then the doctor called and our plans changed. He wanted us to come in now. Alicia came over. I called Elisabeth's soccer coach and asked if they could pick her up and drop her back off at home before and after the game. Then I started to notice some more cramps....contractions. But they weren't very strong yet and I didn't have time to time them. Scott arrived a few minutes later and we quickly put our hospital bag together and then we were off. I wish we had paused for a moment to eat dinner before we left because they don't let you eat until after the baby is born. Oh well.
The doctor promised to hurry over though, and he was there within about 6 minutes of the nurse talking to him. By about 1025pm Doctor was there and everything was ready so I had the go ahead to push whenever I felt like it. I pushed three times through the first contraction and out she came! The head on the first push, then everything else on the other two. Nora was born at 10:28pm and Scott cut the cord. The doctor delivered my placenta and gave me a couple of stitches. We stayed in the labor and delivery room until about midnight at which time we were moved to a recovery room. The nurse brought me a sandwich right after Nora was born because she knew I was hungry(I probably mentioned it a few times :)). I was able to nurse her a few times that night and she did fabulously. She slept some but I didn't sleep much because nurses are always coming and going, checking her vitals, my vitals, pushing on my tummy etc. After a couple of hours I had most of the feeling back in my legs and could walk to the bathroom with a little assistance. And now, I'm walking around everywhere and having a hard time sitting still. If they let me, I'll go home tonight. I know I won't sleep well here. My lower back is giving me a little pain and discomfort because of the epidural, but it's not terrible, and the after contractions aren't too bad...though they're at their worst when Nora nurses.
And for the name: The name Nora is a name both Scott and I have liked for awhile. We almost named Jane Nora. We like old fashioned names, names that have withstood the test of time, and Nora is one of those names. Nora means 'honor' and I love that as well. A good, strong meaning. And her middle name, Margaret, is a family name, and if you know the stories of our previous four children, you know we always do family names so that the child feels more of a connection with their family members who have gone before and paved the way. I have several ancestors with the name of Margaret, the closest in line being my great-great grandmother, Margaret Cramer who was a strong, pioneer type woman.We love our Nora so, so much already. When the kids and Scott came to visit us at the hospital, Elisabeth showed me the picture and letter she made for Baby Nora and said something like, "Mom, when I was writing this letter to Nora, even though I'd never met her yet, I felt so much love for her already that I wanted to tell her in this letter." All the kids are thrilled about the new addition to our family, and so are we.