Our precious Makenzi Hannah James was born Wednesday, February 20, 2013 at 7:21am at Mercy Hospital in Oklahoma City, OK. She was 6lbs 15oz and 20 inches long. She arrived via scheduled c-section, as perfectly and easily as we prayed she would! We left home at 4:30 to arrived at 5am as we were scheduled. It snowed giant, beautiful snowflakes the entire way to the hospital. All was calm on that perfect morning, even mama’s heart and nerves.
We arrived and they immediately got to work. I took those final steps as a pregnant mama to the bed as they hooked me up to monitor the baby and get me ready for surgery. I rubbed that giant belly one last time, as I laid there waiting for them to wheel me off to the ER.
I was much more calm for this delivery than I was with the last, but also much more emotional. Since we are planning to adopt our next child, we just aren’t sure if we will have another of our own. Maybe we will some day, but there’s that chance we won’t. This could be my last time to do this. As hubby prayed over me before they took me back, tears just poured as I realized how overwhelmingly blessed we have been.
Finally after what seemed like forever, it was time.
The surgery went perfectly, and in no time we had our third perfect daughter. She was beautiful and all was just right. As they finished sewing me up, and I watched Brook holding his newest obsession I fell so much more deeply in love with him. With our girls. What a blessing and miracle they all are. After doing this three times, you realize how precious and miraculous it really is each and every time.
Once they got me back into bed and placed her in my arms, I was in love. We were taken back to our room for recovery. It was time for her to eat, and thats when the waterworks started all over again. I had made the decision very early in my pregnancy to not breastfeed her. It was a decision I made for all of us. I needed to be the best mom I could be, and that was a sacrifice I needed to make. It was VERY difficult to not have that time with her to be able to feed her myself, but I knew it was the right choice.
She was beautiful, easy and precious. With wrinkly toes and pouty lips.
Recovery was tough. This was by far the most difficult of my three c-sections, and took me the longest to recover. They had a really hard time getting my pain medicine figured out for me that first day, so it was a really tough day. I was thrilled to see family and friends come in and introduce the girls to their new baby sister, but it’s all kind of a blur to me and all I remember is the intense pain.
My three perfect miracles, my heart so full I thought it might explode.