GRAND RAPIDS, Mich. (WOTV) So I’m officially back to work after seven weeks of maternity leave. The number one question I’m getting is a sympathetic, “How are you doing?” My answer is, “great!” Most people are surprised by my perky, happy to head back to work attitude. It may be hard for people to understand, but when you read my maternity leave diary you’ll understand my desperate need to re-find a routine, have adult human contact and not spend my day cleaning up “accidents” from a potty-training toddler.
Don’t get me wrong, spending a day snuggling my beautiful baby girl and making memories with my sweet little boy have sure been fun, but learning to be a mom of two is an adjustment and an adventure every minute of every exhausting day. Let me start from the beginning…
On Sunday Sept 28th, I spent the night moping around the house, throwing myself a pity party because there was
still, “no baby”
Kinsley’s Birth Story
On Sunday Sept 28th, I spent the night moping around the house, throwing myself a pity party because there was still, “no baby.” Though I still had a week to go, my recent check-ups pointed to a baby “any day” and with my first child coming a week early I had high hopes to meet our baby sooner than later. Trust me if you’ve ever been 39 weeks pregnant, every minute of that last week or two feels like you’re waiting for water to boil!
I woke up Monday morning, dropped my son off to daycare and headed off to my 39 week checkup feeling frustrated. When I arrived the doctor said, “Boy I’m surprised to see you! I thought for sure you’d have that baby last week!” Yeah me too, I said with a disapproving frown! He then reassured me it would be soon, and boy was he right. An hour later I started to feel contractions while enjoying a nice fall lunch on the patio of the Electric Cheetah. Who doesn’t deserve a scrumptious lobster club sandwich before they spend the rest of the day in labor and pushing out an eight pound baby! I think the lobster sandwich splurge seems only fitting! So I started secretly timing my mind contractions on my handy “contraction timer app”, as to not freak out my co-workers that I was going to go into labor at lunch. Our running joke the past nine months had been my water breaking in my boss’s car, and I don’t think he would appreciate that much. When I arrived back to work I called my mom, then my husband and then the doctor (in that order) who advised me to head to the hospital right away.
We arrived around 2:30 p.m. and by 9:25 p.m., (and less than 10 minutes of pushing) our baby was born! The doctor held her up and said, “Well, what do we have here?” My mouth dropped and my husband yelled, “It’s a girl! You got your girl!” and of course he started to cry. My jaw was on the floor. I couldn’t believe it! A girl! REALLY?! I was so shocked I couldn’t even cry. People, this is the beauty of being surprised and not finding out the gender. It’s so amazing, you can’t describe it. I promise you will enjoy that moment so much more than finding out at your 20 week checkup! Hands down. They placed my baby girl on my chest where she cried and snuggled up. A few minutes later I looked over at my husband who I saw texting.
“Who are you texting?” I asked quizzically.
“Our parents,” he replied innocently.
“You didn’t tell them it’s a girl, did you?” I asked horrified. He couldn’t possibly have spilled the beans to the people I was most excited to tell myself (and who happened to be on their way to see us at the hospital).
“WHAT! No you didn’t!”
“It doesn’t matter. Look at her, don’t be mad,” he said trying to get out of the dog house.
He was right, how could I be upset with this precious baby girl in my arms. After an hour of deliberation between “Emersyn” and “Kinsley” we named our 8 pound 2 ounce baby girl Kinsley Kay (after my grandma who would have just loved Kinsley to pieces). She was 20 1/2 inches long and simply perfect. The good news was I got to tell everyone her name, including my mom. My mom grew teary-eyed to hear that we chose her mother’s name as Kinsley’s middle name.
With a smooth delivery we were transferred to a room, where we, and baby Kinsley, were taken care of around the clock; from a meal being delivered to our room, a drink whenever we needed it, pain medications, and lots of relaxation and quiet time. At night we had them take the baby to the nursery so we could get some rest (I advise all new moms to do this because you only get that luxury for a few short days). The next day grandma and grandpa brought “Big Brother Easton” up to meet his new sister. Boy, was he excited! He wanted to hold her and kiss her and he even got to go to the store so he had his own present to give to her.