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Thursday, March 31, 2016
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Friday, March 11, 2016
The house grew quite pretty quick as all the boys were tucked in bed and sung their last song for the night. I handed off the baby to dad and stood at the kitchen sink.
I have never been the one that liked doing the dishes or even really cared for picking up the house at the end of the night. But somehow after having Andalyn I turned into a mom that couldn’t wait to accomplish all those mundane tasks.
Here I was listening to my 2 year old snore through the monitor I had placed on the counter and felt the heat hit my hands as I started to grab the dishes to clean off the food. That somehow was prepared that evening even though I had a clingy baby attached to my hip.
How’d we get here?
How was it possible that I was my mom in this moment? I don’t remember becoming her but I slowly did. Here I was in a kitchen like hers in a quite house with my kids asleep after a long day doing what she’s done.
I thought about that each time my hands hit the water. I scrubbed another dish, placed it into the dishwasher and paused just for a moment to hear my baby whimper but quickly calm in her daddy arms.
Did he think the same thing as me? Did he wonder how he became his dad so quickly and naturally?
I finished the dishes and found myself picking up toy cars and bouncy balls and helping them find their way back into their toy bins. When I finally sat down the baby fussed and was tossed back into my arms where I nursed rocked her back to sleep.
I sat there silent next to Cody who was watching basketball and thought about all the things that will need to be done the next day. But this time it was different, I wasn’t mad that I wouldn’t be getting all well-deserved me time that before I would crave. Instead I was happy at the thought of it all.
I couldn’t wait to tackle the library with all the kids in tow and was excited at the thought of them running down the dirt road as we’d take the dog on a walk. I even felt good about folding the laundry again.
These tasks although I have done them every week for a good 12 years felt new because I was doing them now, like how I remember my mom doing them.
I pictured my young kids looking at me as I gracefully pick up this toy here, throw a load of laundry in there. Laugh with me like I did when I was young with my mom as we have a dance party in the kitchen while dinner was cooking.
I accomplished a lot this week. My house has been cleaner than ever before. I even scrubbed the toilets.
The dog and kids have been out of the house more than once, I cooked food, real food. I uploaded all my pictures off my camera card and even got some ready to print. I got all the errands done and paid bills and I have a DVR filled with shows yet to be watched.
There is comfort in that.
Knowing that we start off life in such a small little way and end it bigger and more important regardless if it just putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher at the end of the night like your mom did before you.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Everything went wrong when you surprise us that you were coming.
My pregnancy was not at all easy like it was with your brothers. I was sick a lot, food was not something I wanted to eat (unless it was roast beef sandwiches from Arbys.) I broke out in rashes that covered me from head to toe, my liver started shutting down and my doctor was a jerk.
We had a scare that something was wrong with your heart so they had us redo your ultra sound. Which we never did find out for sure that it wasn’t because well, my doctor was a jerk. So we took it just as no news is good news. You would also kick me all the time and had never ending hiccups.
You tried to come early a few times and I had to go to the hospital and stop you from doing so because you were still so tiny and I don’t dilate.
And then the day arrived that we picked out February 1st, 2016.
Your dad and I excitedly packed the last few things in our bags that morning, dropped off your brothers to school and grandmas before we drove up to the hospital.
They took us back to our room where the nurses checked you and tried to give me my IV more than once. Which wasn’t that successful. I had to hold my hand a certain way or it wouldn’t drip the meds I needed and they even had to bring in another nurse to get that in.
But we didn’t think about that, we thought about you.
Your dad and I talked calmly about what it will be like to welcome you into the world. We chatted about how it was when we were here years ago getting ready to welcome your brothers.
We talked about how you were going to be our last little one. The last to do all the firsts and for us that felt like how it was supposed to be.
It turned 1pm, the time we were supposed to be moved into the surgery room but our doctor was late. Then when he did arrived he checked on his other patients before getting to us so we waited again. We finally got back to the room a half an hour later where we were greeted by the anesthesiologist.
He was to input my epidural which wasn’t successful and he tried for a good 20 minutes or so stabbing me in my back trying to get it too work. Finally after the moved me around a few times they got it in but I was left with a really bruised back.
Our doctor finally arrived and started the surgery to get you to us.
He started the cut but ran into some scar tissue from your brothers so he had to make the cut longer. And when they finally got to you, you were so far down that you got stuck. So stuck that I had 2 nurses jumping and pushing on my belly to try to remove you.
I could do nothing but laugh.
They finally got you out and we heard nothing.
No cry, nothing.
Your dad exactly walks over to where the nurses were cleaning you but they sent him away so they could get you to breath.
You were in such shock to be out into this world that it took a good few minutes for you to choose to breath.
But you did.
Then you cried.
Hard and loud which made me cry because I was so happy to have you here.
They were finishing removing my tubes but my IV wasn’t administrating the meds so I wasn’t clotting like I was suppose too. I started to get sick and could hear the doctors rushing to figure out what was happening all the while your dad was taking pictures of you and being with you.
After a few minutes they figured out that it was indeed my IV causing the issues and corrected.
They closed me up.
They moved us into our room and I finally got to hold you.
There you were, so tiny with a lot of dark brown hair and light eyes.
I couldn’t help but beamed with joy to finally officially get to met you. You launched on my breast with no issues and we spent the next hours there together with your dad by our side. It was the most amazing moment of my life. To see you, my daughter a girl I’d dreamt about but never knew I would actually get to met.
Anadalyn Joy Christensen
You were born into our family on February 1st, 2016 at 2:12pm weighing in at 6 pounds 13 ounces 20 inches long.
All though your arrival was a surprise and full of twist you were the most magnificent little girl we have ever met.
Welcome to our family.