March 5, 2012
Peyton,
I can’t believe you are already over a month old. I had every intention of writing this over the month but you’ve been such a Velcro baby that it’s been hard to type everything I wanted to say with one hand. I’ll try to sum up the last month quickly while you are asleep. (I just set you down that which means I probably have about twenty minutes!)
You were originally due on January 23rd. Since I was two weeks early, I was positive that you would be too. But two weeks early came and went and then so did your due date. We did go to the hospital on a false alarm two days prior to your due date but they sent me home.
The closer we got to February, the more I hoped that you would hold out till then because I like February’s birth stone and flower so much better. (This will come in handy if your daddy ever decides to buy me a mother necklace with your birth stone!) Your daddy couldn’t wait for you to be born because I was freezing him out of the house. The only good thing was that I saved us a ton on our gas bill in the months leading up to your birth.
After being over a week late, Dr. Windolz scheduled for me to be induced on Thursday, February 2nd. Granny Potter was hoping that the doctor would wait a few more days for her birthday but we were very excited to have a little Groundhog’s Day baby!
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| Getting started |
We got to the hospital at 6:00 am. I knew I needed to get my rest the night before but I could barely sleep a wink. I got up at 4:30 that morning so I could do my hair and makeup before going in. I wanted to look nice in my first pictures with you. They placed me on the medication at about 7:30 am. The morning was pretty slow going. Granny and Grandpa Potter, Grandpa Stanley, and Grandma Stanley all came to the hospital to eagerly wait for you to get here! About 1:30, things began to move along fast! They called Dr. Windholz to get to the hospital quick! He arrived about 10 minutes before you got there.
One of the first things he said about you was that you had a ton of hair! I was excited about this because I was positive you were going to be bald like you daddy and I really really really wanted you to have hair like I did when I was a baby.
And then you were here! I couldn’t even imagine how much I would love you the second that I saw you. You had the prettiest dark blue eyes and a mess of dark hair. (You woke up! Please forgive any typos because I’m cuddling with you now.) Your daddy did NOT want to cut your umbilical cord (he gets grossed out about stuff like that) but when the time came, he did.
I’d like to note that you pooped all over me as soon as they gave you to me. The official weigh in was 8 lbs 9.9 ounces and 20.5 inches long. I remember thinking your feet were incredibly big for a newborn and everyone thought you got that from your daddy but later on we found out that my newborn feet were actually longer than yours!
Everyone was so excited to see you! Aubrey’s mom brought her when we were moving to our recovery room. You could hear her hollering all the way down the hallway “Where’s my baby sister? I want to see my baby sister!” Aubrey was so happy about seeing you that it made me want to tear up. (In case you’re wondering when you look at pictures, Aubrey had a fake hair extension in her hair from school that day. She didn’t really have a streak of orange hair.)
Grandpa Stanley brought you your first rose. Great-Grandma and Grandpa Stanley also sent you roses. Our hospital room sure was busy with all of your visitors! Everyone thought you were a gorgeous baby.
That night, despite having virtually no sleep, I could barely close my eyes because I couldn’t stop staring at you. You got hiccups at about 3 am and I remember being torn between being worried and thinking how incredibly adorable baby hiccups were.
We had your hospital pictures taken the next day and I couldn’t believe how strong you were! You were lifting you head so far up that the photographer was amazed!! I think it’s because we had nicknamed you Baby Viking and all those strong thoughts made its way to you in my tummy.
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| You stuck your tongue out for over half of the pictures! |
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| Look how strong you were!! |
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| This was taken when you were three weeks old. |
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(We nicknamed you Baby Viking because your dad and I always joked we would have Viking sized children. It’s also how we decided on your name. Peyton was one of the few names your daddy and I both liked. I really wanted your name to mean something and found out that Peyton meant “from the warriors village”. I thought that was incredibly appropriate for a Baby Viking. Your daddy also said that he knew you were going to be a girl before we even went to the sonogram because of this. He said that with the way your name fell into place that he just knew that you’d be a girl. Also, because I know that I like knowing things like this, if you had been a boy we were going to name you Shane Douglas.)
We took you home that day. Your daddy took a week off from work so he could stay home and help. Aubrey’s first time home with you was that Saturday. Aubrey couldn’t stop loving all over you. That night, Aubrey heard you crying during one of your multiple night-time feedings. Aubrey didn’t realize that sometimes babies cry for little things and came running out of her room saying “Is Peyton ok?!?!?”
That weekend was incredibly busy! We had so many relatives come in town to see you. Your first time going to church was that Sunday. You were so good and slept for the whole Mass. I was on the church choir and the whole choir was anxious to “Ooooh and Awww” over you.
To Be Continued...
Leaving your baby in the morning can be hard. Tears are not unheard of on the way to work - especially if Peyton was being particularly cute or cuddly right before I left.
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