Two weeks ago today we welcomed our precious baby girl, Hazel Elizabeth, into the world. I don’t know if I can, or will ever be able to put into words the intensity of emotions that have been my constant companion the last year leading up to this day. The stress and anxiety of caring for Henry through his trials and tribulations, while also being pregnant and exhausted, and trying to wrap my mind around what it would be like to have a daughter, which completely terrified me…it’s been a struggle to keep my head above water. Thus the absence here, and in many other areas of my life.
But then she came. In 4 hours my sweet and beautiful baby girl came and it’s been complete bliss ever since. It will never cease to amaze me how pregnancy has me swearing we’ll never have more children and then this beautiful creature is in my arms and I would do it again a hundred times. Another discussion for another time, but I sure am glad that God made it that way…
And while I would say, let me share the short version of Hazel’s birth story with you, the story itself is quit short. After weeks of early labor symptoms, labor still seemed far away and I had slid into a major case of the grumps, waiting impatiently but trying to prepare myself to go past my due date. Then, the morning of March 29th, 6 days before her due date, Hazel came fast and furious into the world. I woke up at 4am with contractions 10 minutes apart. By 6am I was waking up Drew with contractions 3-5 minutes apart. We were at the hospital by 6:45am and Hazel Elizabeth came into the world at 8:13am, all 7Ibs 2oz of her perfect in every way. I dilated 5 cm in one hour and pushed for aprox. 11 minutes and it will go down in the books as the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
It was a complete whirlwind and I was just glad that everyone made it in time. And while it sounds like I’m on an award show, I have to thank a few people: obviously my incredible and hott hubby, who ran red lights, basically carried me into the hospital and was my pillar of strength. My precious friend Brenda who stood by my side, squeezed my hand, and prayed me through the whole process. Our fabulous midwife, who was so talented I want more babies just so I can go hang out with her. And our friend and birth photographer, Sara Martin of Sara Joy Photography. All the images below are hers and I’m deeply grateful that she agreed to capture this special days for our family.
With all of this said, and the story told in it’s basics, I’ll say that I’m still processing a lot from Hazel’s birth. I could still be pregnant right now, and though she’s been here for 2 weeks, it all went so fast I still can’t believe she’s here sometimes. And as it always is, it was the most life changing and intense experience of my life. Henry’s birth changed me because it was long, exhausting and in the end I became a Mother. This time I walked away having faced a mountain called natural birth, that I thought I was not strong enough to climb, and yet I did, and I am again changed. I fought for this precious baby girl: I fought for her conception, I fought for joy and peace throughout my pregnancy, and I fought a war to bring her into the world. She is already teaching me so much and I can’t remember a time when I did not know her beautiful face.
Welcome to the world Hazel Elizabeth. You totally rock our world.