Ta Da!

Finally. I know, I know.

Here are some photos of my amazingly perfect daughter:

Hi guys!

Jane Nicole Wilson

born December 19 at 9:03am

7 pounds 4 ounces

18 inches long

(you can't imagine how time consuming it is to stare at her beautiful face all day long - I have no idea where the time goes!!)

So here's the whole story from December 19th:

1:45 am - woke up and rushed into the bathroom (skip this part if it grosses you out) to find that my pants were SOAKED. I'm not talking sat-in-a-puddle wet, but more like jumped-in-the-pool soaked. Um, I guess my water broke. I sat there for 15 minutes to figure out how to stop the flow. Everytime I stood there was more and more dripping! I went from - "yey, my baby is coming early" to "oh my god, this baby is coming today"! I took a shower, put a newborn sized diaper in my pants, and paid the bills.

3:00 am - no contractions yet, so I called the doctor. The one on call told me to wait to go to the hospital until contractions were regular. So, Blaine & I went back to bed (well, I just read and started to time the (very mild) contractions that started around 4:15 am.

6:00 am - My contractions had been regular, although still very mild, so I sent an email to some family and friends to let them know we'd be headed to the hospital. Called the doctor at 6:20 to let him know we'd be there around 7:30. Then, we took this last picture of me pregnant:

Me, preggo, at 6:38 am Dec 19th

8:00 am - my Dr. shows up & verifies through ultrasound what the nurse suspected when she first checked me: the baby is breach (butt down - like the letter "V"). He keeps talking about all the options, but how the safest option is to do a ceserean, but I am just tearing up and trying to focus on what he is saying. The whole time he is talking he is patting my knee and people are moving around quickly. He tries to comfort me by saying that they are just available and the surgery room is ready, so we can just go in there now - but it is not an emergency. Meanwhile, someone is shaving my downtown, someone else is hooking up the IV, someone is strapping on some leg compression boots, and still someone else is asking me to sign all these papers, and I am leaking tears the whole time. It sure seems to be moving quickly.

9:03 am - Jane is pulled out! I hear the Dr. say "well, she's definitely a girl!" followed by some wailing. I am so drugged up that I just cry and wait, cry and wait for someone to show me my little girl. Blaine is so enthralled with watching the surgery that I have to insist that he go to the baby. Here is the very first picture of our girl:

Jane's first photo

10:00 am - I get to hold my little girl for the first time in the recovery room. Warning: the next photo kinda shows my whoo-haas. Blaine almost refused to take the picture, but I insisted on having a picture of the first time I held my baby. I still couldn't feel anyting from the chest down - I'm talking not being able to wiggle my toes - weird! Anyhow, you can tell that I'm all drugged up still, but the wide eyes are for the miracle baby that I am holding.

11:00 am - wheeled into the hospital room, where Alice and Howard were waiting for us. Here is our first ever family picture:

The next few days were totally a blur of gracious visitors, trying to get out of bed, feeding a baby every 2-ish hours, being woken up by the nurses constantly, staring at my beautiful girl, staring at Blaine staring at our beautiful girl, and nearly passing out in the hospital shower.

Thank you to everyone for visiting and loving our baby. We can't get enough of her!