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November 6th at 12:24pm one tiny little cry erupted from behind the curtain separating Husband and me from what was surely a gruesome scene as the doctor and nurses worked to bring our little one into the world.
One little cry and our world completely changed.
She still didn't have a name. The nurses that had prepped me for my surgery were kindly reassuring that the name would come. I was a wreck, scared out of my mind for the next part... the surgery part and I finally lost my cool, quietly crying into my chest, pressing the top of my head into the nurse standing in front of me as the needle for the spinal block was put into my back. My resolve was lost.
Husband was brought in, covered from head to toe in blue hospital garb. Oddly enough, the blue scrubs amplified the blue in his eyes and he looked calm and strong--excited, but calm. He was sat near my head and the medical team informed us that they had already begun the procedure. "This is so weird," I remember telling him as I felt his hand on my head and nothing from my chest down. The nurse gave him a tissue to mop up the tears that were still quietly streaming from my eyes.
Lord knows what was going on behind the sheet. It must have been a textbook surgery because my doctor leisurely talked with the nurses about his son and a few colleagues they had in common.
And then we were told she was almost here. To be exact, my doctor said, "just a few more layers." And then there was the little cry and nothing as been exactly the same since.
With big blue eyes and a head full of light brown hair, she weighed in at a respectable 6 pounds, 2 ounces and measured in at 18 and a half inches long.
Speechless and overwhelmed my tears of fear changed to tears of joy. Before I knew it I was in recovery with my tiny new family learning to breastfeed and being poked and proded by several nurses. The OR nurses were right, a name finally came to us. We went traditional and looked to family names for inspiration. Her name is Elizabeth Aldon and we think we did a good job... but of course, I'm biased.
She is perfect in that way that all babies are perfect and we couldn't be more proud. These days she calls the shots. Simply leaving the house takes hours it seems and most days if I can find the time to wash a few dishes or fold a couple of pieces of clothing, I'm on cloud nine.
Yes, everything is different with just that one little cry....
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