Hard to believe...

Maggie Pauline Doll

Named after my dad (Paul Callaway, and Adam's late Grandmother, Doris Pauline Doll)

It's hard to believe almost week ago I sat in a hospital bed posting how thankful we were to finally able to get Maggie delivered. It has truly been a whirlwind since then. I can't even put into words the gratitude I feel for how smoothly the delivery went after the stress of the 48 hours before. Having an amnio was one of the scariest things I have even done. Then the waiting and and the feeling of frustration as my baby's health and mine was determined by a number the hospital (or it's insurance lawyers) felt was suitable.

Around 2:30 that Friday morning I started contracting, and by 4 am I was ready to soak in the fabulous Jacuzzi tub. As soon as I got out and dried off, I was hooked up to pitocin to get things going faster than they already were. The doctor didn't want me to have a long labor in fear of my blood sugar crashing again. Well, that was no problem considering how fast it all went!

Grandmas and Aunts ready to meet Maggie!

Adam called my mom around 7 and told her to get ready! I am willing to bet she already was. Kerry came around 9:30 after getting my boys dressed and ready for school and mom's day out. My sisters Brandi and Molly arrived shortly after as well. *thankfully I was blocked by then and they didn't see me angry and in pain, or they might not ever have babies!*

I went from 4 cm to 10 in less than 90 min. I had the perfect epidural, the pain was minimal, but I still felt every contraction and lots of pressure. With the boys I didn't feel much at all, so I never knew when to push.

Adam was an awesome coach. So gentle and patient with me. He never let go of my hand of was far from my bed. His care and love for me was so evident. Even after she was born, I had to tell him to go look at his daughter, he didn't want to leave me.

Daddy looking in awe at his new daughter
Some Snuggles with mommy

I was so thankful also to share this experience with the amazing women in my life. It was a miracle I felt my mom's and sisters could enojy, they tearfully accepted. I am usually not big on having people in the room, but being our 1st daughter, and last baby, it felt right. I don't regret it at all. My sisters, Molly and Brandi (A little emotional!)

By the time Dr. Fueille arrived, I was crowning and taking lots of shallow breaths, wishing I had gotten more epidural at this point!

Our doctor flew in from a surgery across the street, threw on his scrubs and booties, and after a few good pushes, our little Maggie was born, at 11:48 am. She had a head full of dark hair (explains the heartburn!) and beautiful.

Maggie a few minutes old

There were tears all across the room, and my heart and body finally relaxed, took a deep sigh of relief as I looked at my healthy baby.

Skin to skin with mommy. I am so happy here.

I would have to stay it still hasn't sunk in. Even after 5 days now.

Meeting her big brothers!

Miss Maggie weighed in at 6 lbs 6 oz. and stretched out to 19 inches long. A little peanut...

I am so in love with her. As well as her daddy- she already has melted his heart. I have lots of good stories to post about our transition , but frankly, I am exhausted, and it took a miracle to sit and type this. Here are some more pictures and look for some more to come!