My baby sister went into labor on February 6. She spent all day in the hospital with contractions and would not dialate. Around midnight, after only getting up to 3cm her water broke and the doctor decided it was time to go in and get the baby via c-section on February 7. My sister was amazing, she was so strong, laboring and waiting for her daughter. Wow. Her daughter. This is a mother.
Baby is doing fantastic, eating, the whole nine. Baby sister is doing great too. She's sore but doing really good considering she had major surgery. I am so happy to write that. With all the things that can go wrong and weren't going according to plan, I am so glad that when people ask how they're doing I can answer honestly, they are good. We got to visit the baby at more reasonable hours on her birthday and got to see her try to open her eyes and watch as they changed her diaper for the first time. I will be sure to tell that story when we have an argument around her 18th birthday and she thinks she's old enough to date boys. Listen little girl, I saw your first diaper change, I know you.
This was the first time Matt had held a newborn and she didn't protest, in fact, she was pretty cool with people carrying her.
Gotta tell you, I am really honest (almost too a fault) when it comes to the cute level of babies and my niece is amazingly beautiful. Sure it sounds like the exaggerated pride of a new aunt but she really is a stunner.
I am completely madly in love with her though. I couldn't get enough time holding her and I keep staring at her pictures today and can't wait to see her again tomorrow after work. I wonder why this baby feels different, maybe because she's our family, the blood running through her veins runs in mine. And knowing she is part of our life from here on out.
Life has changed for all of us.