We just got home a little while ago — I convinced my OB to discharge me early because I was going nuts in the hospital. Labor started Saturday night, my water broke Sunday morning, and things were going textbook for a while. Then, by Sunday evening, I was starting to think that something in the universe was trying to pull me back but ignored it. Sunday evening turned into night, night turned into utter and excruciating pain and exhaustion (since I hadn’t really slept since Friday night), night turned into morning, and morning turned into the end of my dreams of a natural birth. Dilation had stopped at about 9 cm even though the contractions stayed on top of each other, and my anxiety was mounting though I didn’t know why. I hit the 33 hour labor mark, with membrane rupture reaching 25+ hours, and my OB said he thought it would be best to do a repeat c-section. I was furious, and devastated. I was also exhausted and knew somehow that he was right. I talked it over with my husband, got some cheerleading from the nursing staff, and agreed to the c/s.

Camilla Rose was born February 16th, 2009, at 8:39 am via c-section. She was 8 lbs 14 oz., 21.5″ long, with 14.5″ head & chest circumferences, and a head full of curly black hair. She was alert incredibly soon, and showed a loop of cord wrapped around her shoulder — that, coupled with her head/chest sizes, sealed the deal that she wouldn’t have been able to come out vaginally anyway, and has helped me come to terms with her section. She’s absolutely perfect, and has been winning over the heart of everyone who sees her. She’s nursing well, though she has a bit of an impatient latch and my nipples are the sorer for it. I can’t wait for my milk to come in.

I missed JR beyond belief while in the hospital (we had him with a sitter because JR would have been too upset seeing mommy labor the way I did, and because he would have gone nuts just sitting at the hospital) — he got to meet Milla, and is mindful of her tiny-ness, but not that convinced that he wants her around me. Little man still wants me all to himself, but is ever-so-slowly warming up to her. Daddy is absolutely in love with her, and has admitted that she already has him wrapped around her finger.

I’ve got some wonderful pictures, and will post them sometime tomorrow after I attempt to sleep between her constant nursing sessions. Thank you all for keeping us in your thoughts ♥ ♥ ♥