Paisley Dawn Armstrong was born Wednesday, June 25th, 2014 at 9:06am.
She weighed 7 pounds, 6 ounces (Papa Terry won the bet and guessed her exact weight!) and measured 20 inches long.
Shameless-parent-boast-alert: she scored a 10 out of 10 on her APGAR test. This score measures the newborn’s muscle tone, color, reflexes, pulse and breathing. Dr. Anderson and most of the nurses in the operating room said they’d never seen a baby score a 10 before!
She is perfect.
C-section went smoothly minus a few tidal waves of nausea–nothing the anesthesiologist can’t fix–and loopiness, swelling, soreness, exhaustion and hot flashes brought on by a generous cocktail of pain meds.
Finn was so excited to meet Baby Paisley! He wanted to give her kisses and hugs and loved the car she gave him in the hospital.
He’s hesitant around her, not interested in holding her at all and I think he’s wondering why she’s still in his house. But his overall reaction to her is positive and gentle. Prayers answered.
Our parents and friends have been so helpful the past five days–helping us care for two kids, brewing large pots of strong coffee, and feeding our mouths.
Baby girl has gained an ounce since leaving the hospital on Friday and no jaundice. Breastfeeding is going very well; however, sometimes I wonder if she’s part snapping-turtle. Ouch. I mean; ouch!
This birth was way too easy compared to Finn’s. Joey and I were sitting in a quiet hospital room rocking our little angel and wondering when something traumatic was going to happen.
Our fingers search for the shunt on her skull–a shunt that doesn’t exist, obviously. My mom was relaying our pleasant experience to my brother Chad (working at Yellowstone National Park all summer) and said, “They’re getting to experience birth the way it should be.” Chad The Wise One replied, “I disagree. Finn was exactly the way he should have been; and so is Paisley.” You’re right, Chad. Though Finn didn’t score well on his own APGAR, Joey and I are blessed with TWO Perfect 10’s.
We are in love. Sleepy, snuggly, deliriously in love. All over again. (And Happy 8th Anniversary to my Love, Joey!)