Monday, May 28, 2012

Cheaper By The (Half) Dozen

In the wee hours of the morning on May 25, we had a wee baby:

Margaux Julia VT was born May 25 at 2:27 am, weighing just 5 pounds 7 ounces - tiny but perfect!

I had hoped not to go into labor before school ended, with all of its attendant little events and administrative chores; and I had also hoped she wouldn't come before our neighborhood's School's Out Pool Party - why?  Because no child should miss out on a free sno cone because of the birth of a sibling?  I don't know, people!  But lo, right after I got the children to bed after the pool party - BOOM.  I started having contractions, rather intense ones, about four minutes apart - there was no gradual crescendo here.

So PVT and I launched out into the night to the hospital.  The nurse checked me; I was only 2 cm dilated, and my water was still intact, but they decided to keep me because "after 4 C-Sections, you're in a whole other realm."  Right.

After what seemed like hours of worrisome digging, moaning, griping and sighing on the on-call surgeon's part, we finally heard Margaux's lusty cry.  If there is a more glorious sound on earth to a pregnant woman, I don't know it.

Then I heard her weight - just 5 pounds 7 ounces!  I fretted about this while I was being reassembled:  why so little?  Surely it wasn't my nightly meth habit?   Nah.  My diet?  Not perfect - there were chocolates and cookies in there, but surely God doesn't require sainthood from pregnant women, suffering so much as they do from various indignities already.  But I ate plenty of greens, vegetables, fish, cheeses and nuts, so that couldn't be it?  My only theory - that the surgeon corroborated - is that my uterus is slowing disintegrating into a big mess of scar tissue (it was apparently transparent in a few places).  The fact that I keep producing smaller and smaller children may not be coincidental.

Fortunately, though, her wee-ness is only a footnote; she is healthy in every way - already a champion eater, pooper, pee-er, and listener, fascinated by voices.  Her siblings adore her.  We are all rather smitten with our new little girl.
And now I am home, happily on Percocet, my leg and horrifying veins slowly improving, and I find myself with all this post-delivery adrenaline:  I should be doing something great!  Writing a book?  Remodeling the house?  Tonight, however, I came to my senses:  that "something great" will be recovering well from my fifth C-Section, feeding and nurturing my newborn, and keeping the rest of the clan reasonably happy, healthy and alive.  That will be pretty freaking great enough - the rest can wait. 

For a very long time, if necessary.  


tracy said...

Congrats! she's beautiful!

MCW said...

Congrats! She looks so tiny in your boys arms. Hope you are already feeling better!

What's Cookin Stacey?? said...

So happy for you all!!!!

Amelia said...

Congratulations, she's completely adorable! She was also born on my husbands birthday, so that just makes her that much cooler.

Travelpoet said...

Thinking of all of you as you settle in.... Congratulations and much love from Aunt Kristie!

kforbes said...

Congrats! Can't wait to see the latest of the beautiful VT children.

Logical Libby said...

What a lovely, lovely girl. Enjoy.