8# 10.5 oz
Note: The following is Aspen’s birth story, which includes a photo that may make some people squeamish. Don’t scroll down if you are one of those people.
The morning of the 19th, I awoke to a contraction and what felt like a very painful kick. As I laid there, I wondered if there was any chance it was my water breaking…something that NEVER happens to me. I finally got the courage to get out of bed, and sure enough…GUSH!
Ty was 2.5 hours from the hospital at our new home, and I was 45 minutes from the hospital, staying at my mom’s house. My mom took me in and Ty started his trek up to the hospital.
I could barely feel my contractions, and the one harder one I had, I watched as baby’s heart rate fell. The next time I had a stronger contraction, I avoided looking at the monitor and just practiced my breathing. After a while, it became apparent something was not right. My OB came in to talk to me. I told her I felt like something was wrong and that I needed a c-section. She said she agreed, but she was afraid I was going to fight her on it because of how hard I had worked to VBAC and then VBA2C. But, I knew in my heart, something wasn’t right.
The nurses and doctors worked quickly to get me prepped and back to the OR. I was very nervous. Ty kept tabs on baby’s heart rate while I prayed I wouldn’t have any more contractions.
It was very difficult to get baby out, but finally, our little one came into this world, and Ty announced baby was a
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G I R L
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She was my smallest full-term baby. She could actually fit in the newborn diapers and outfits! She has a smattering of darkish hair, and long feet, fingers, and toes!
After surgery, Dr. let us know what the trouble had been. (here’s the squeamish part…)
Aspen’s cord was a big twisted mess. It was near her head and was being compressed even with the small contractions. Potentially, the cord would have come first or pulled and tightened up, cutting off her oxygen. The strangeness I was feeling was God-given mother’s intuition.
There are other aspects to this story that I will share along the way, but I wanted to end this post with the story of how Aspen got her name.
We knew if it was a girl, the middle name would be Emelia. Emelia was Ty’s paternal great-grandmother’s name (an old world German name meaning hard-working – just like our Emily’s name). The spelling included our little Emily’s name as well as our daughter Melia’s name. The really neat part about this was that while the name did not include any part of our only other daughter’s name (Megan), little Aspen was born on Megan’s 14th birthday!
As for the first name…as a family, we have always been drawn to Aspen trees. The beautiful wood, the way the leaves shimmer in the light as they change color in the fall, the fact that a forest of Aspen trees is all on one root system, intertwined; separate, yet part of a whole all reminded us of a beauty only God could create. It seemed a fitting name for a much-longed-for little girl.
So, if you are looking for me, you’ll find me smiling and staring at this tiny little beauty. We are all feeling so very blessed!