Our little girl Violet was lifted into the world three weeks ago yesterday, on July 22nd, 2016. I say “lifted” because she was a c-section birth. A friend told me the story of her daughter’s c-section by sharing that the nurse had said, “Some babies need to be lifted into this world rather than pushed.” We’d scheduled the c-section for 39 weeks but I was being monitored every other day during the last month of my pregnancy. It looked like Violet had some complications, and potentially IUGR. But once I went on my maternity leave (so much earlier than I’d planned!) and rested, she began to catch up and grow appropriately. The potential complications we were worried about ended up being because her umbilical cord was wrapped super tightly around her neck three times! What a relief to hear her sweet cry and know that everything was fine. She was a little bit of a shrimp at 5lb9oz + 18.5″ (she eats A LOT now and is catching up nicely), but she couldn’t have a bigger piece of our hearts. Seeing our doctor hold her over the screen for the first time was the most powerful moment I’ve ever experienced!
Before her birth, I had tons of anxiety — I was worried about bonding with her, or the onset of postpartum depression or any number of things that could go wrong. But what actually happened is that as soon as she was in my arms, my body knew what to do and the bond was immediate. I know not everyone has that experience and I definitely consider myself lucky to have bonded with her the way that I have.
That doesn’t mean there haven’t been missteps and tears. Sleep deprivation is absolutely as much of a b*tch as everyone says it is. Violet is a good baby and rarely cries for more than five seconds, but if she does, it can be maddening to try to figure out what’s wrong. And the transition from being independent to being a mother has had its stressful moments. But overall, C and I are beyond smitten and already can’t imagine our lives without her.
Our dear friend Cecily (you might remember her from taking our wedding photos) came to our house when Violet was 12 days old to capture her before she grew out of her squeaky newborn-ness. We’re in love. ❤