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My goodness, I have dropped the ball.  Bubs is already two months old and I haven’t posted since we left the hospital. Please don’t feel left out, though, because my own mother has been begging me for more photos for weeks.  It’s not that I’m not taking pictures of Bubs, it’s that I don’t have the time for all this electronics business anymore.

First, I must tell all you ladies still working towards motherhood: Keep at it. I’m still finding myself looking at Bubs thinking, She’s here!  She’s finally here!  She’s really, really, really finally here! If it wasn’t for our perseverance (a.k.a. stubbornness), she wouldn’t be.

Without further ado, allow me to introduce you to Bubs.  She’s almost eleven weeks now, but this is a picture from either her first or second day. 

Her birth was pretty nuts. I’m very happy with how I labored – I dilated relatively quickly, but then got stuck at what they called “9+” for three hours because she was sunny-side-up and I had a little piece of cervix left.  I couldn’t help but push for the last hour or so, and then when I was finally 10cm dilated, I pushed for two more hours and she was very close to crowning and got stuck.  I negotiated with my doctor to try the vacuum, he told me it was going to hurt a lot, so I finally gave in to pain meds and got an epidural that took several tries to finally get right (yes, it sucked, and I still have bruises on my spine).  After several contractions of me pushing and the doctor pulling, she still hadn’t crowned and her heart rate dropped and the meconium flooded out of me.  She was stuck and failing.  We were rushed to the OR for an emergency c-section, and she was born about 15 minutes later, healthy and crying.

During the first few weeks, we had almost every issue we could have faced with breastfeeding, but again my stubbornness paid off and it has been great since she was three weeks old.  Now that she’s doing well with the feedings, she is refusing to take the bottle (stubbornness, the next generation) and I’m having to drive back and forth to daycare several times each day on the days I work, although I’m constantly about two minutes from quitting my job (and I’m only back part-time).

It’s so incredible to interact with her, it’s almost heartbreaking!  She smiles often, and seems close to laughing… I cannot wait for that to happen.  Watching her with D is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.  He’s an even better father than I imagined and seeing how happy they make each other is worth all that we went through during the five years it took us to get her here.  She’s really, really, really here!

I don’t know what the future holds for us as far as more children, and I’m sad that I don’t have all the time in the world to worry about that later.  As soon as my period returns, the endometriosis will return and we’ll have to make a decision to either try again right away or risk it taking over again.  But we’ll make those decisions when we must.

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