In honor of Mother’s Day, I thought it was time I sat down and shared Ada’s birth story.
Oliver and I flew back to the states in early February when I was about 34 weeks pregnant. I found a doctor quickly and got everything settled for her arrival. Staying with my parents and my in-laws for a month was so nice. It was a blessing to have their help with Oliver while we were getting over jet lag and getting settled in. Oliver had a great time getting to know his grandparents as a toddler instead of the baby he was when we left.
At 35 weeks I had my first ultrasound since my 20 week checkup and found out that baby girl was breech. I was hoping for a trial of labor with her since Oliver had to be delivered via C-section because he was breech, but this seemed to dash that hope. Baby girl had plans of her own. Every week after that she would flip again. The next week she was head down and by the 38th week when she was breech again we scheduled the C-section for 39 weeks.
Hubby arrived in the states a couple weeks before her due date, which was great since she her birth was scheduled for less than two weeks after his arrival. Once the jet lag had worn off, it was go time. We arranged for the grandparents to watch Ollie while we were in the hospital and off we went.
We arrived at the triage unit and got settled in, ready to meet baby girl, when they told us she wasn’t breech anymore. That was a shock because its very uncommon for a baby to flip so late in the pregnancy, they typically don’t have the room. But our girl was extra difficult. We had a choice, we could go through with the C-section as planned or we could go home and wait and see if she arrived on her own. It took us a couple of hours to decide what to do. On the one hand, I had accepted the repeat C-section and was ready, on the other I didn’t want to jump the gun if I was going to go into labor that night. We ultimately made the tough decision to go home and see what happened in the next couple of days.
After three days, and no progress, we went back to the hospital and prepared to meet our girl. Hubby had picked a name and I wanted him to tell me in the OR after she was born, but after the emotional week before her birth I couldn’t wait any longer and he couldn’t hold it in. He told me while they were prepping me for surgery that her name was Ada Rose.
I walked in the OR while hubby waited outside for me to be ready. It helped that I had experienced a C-section before, I wasn’t quite as nervous this time or shocked at how cold it was. I was doing ok until the spinal kicked in and hubby wasn’t in the room. Just like last time, it felt like a long time until he was allowed in. I had already started crying by the time he arrived and I’ve never been more relieved to have him by my side. He kissed me and held my hand and wiped the tears off my cheeks. And all at once, our lives changed forever and our baby girl was born. While she was getting cleaned up, hubby went over and watched. He brought her over to me and I fell in love with our sweet girl.
It’s been two months now but it feels like yesterday. Big brother is adjusting to having a sibling, but for the most part just wants to give her kisses and hugs. We love being a family of four and can’t wait to continue our Vietnam adventure with both kids.