We are in the midst of the brand-new-baby-sleep-deprivation stage but I wanted to share a bit about Hope’s birth. Don’t worry, nothing graphic!
Hope decided to arrive very, very quickly. So quickly that I didn’t get my beloved epidural, didn’t get the antibiotics for group B strep, and my doctor had to run to the room. I’m just glad we made it to the hospital. And I’m glad I was in the labor and delivery room and Hope wasn’t born in the elevator. I don’t remember much of what happened but I do remember the nurse yelling, “Dr. Apgar, we are about to have a delivery!” I’m not normally a crier or screamer but I think I was doing a lot of both! After a few pushes, I yelled, “I CAN’T do this!!! How much longer????” My doctor said, “One push and this baby will be born.” It was two pushes but I’ll forgive her.
And yes, Dr. Apgar is related to the Dr. Apgar who invented the Apgar scale. Hope scored a 9 on that scale.
Despite the pain of a non-medicated birth (ouch!), Hope’s birth really couldn’t have gone better and now we have a beautiful little girl. Three beautiful little girls. My cup runneth over!
NY Grandma has been insisting for weeks that Hope would be born Saturday, January 30th because of the full moon. NY Grandma is smart like that! 
Allison also guessed January 30 on the Anyone Want to Guess post. Congrats to both of you!
Dave took this picture. Sweet, tiny baby.
I wrote the following post Saturday afternoon and planned to post it Sunday morning. I named it Twiddling Our Thumbs. Well, lots happened Saturday night! God certainly answered my prayer that Hope would be born soon. In between feedings, changing diapers, and cat naps, we are working on a couple of posts so stay tuned.
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I’ve organized the laundry room closet, the pantry, Lauren’s closet, Carmen’s closet, the newborn stuff, and the kids’ cupboard (lunch containers, bottles, Carmen’s formula, etc.). This is the all the stuff I was dying to do while on bed rest and never thought I would have the chance.
Sixteen weeks ago, I never would have imagined I would be 39 weeks pregnant and Baby Hope would yet to be born. It strikes me as ironic that for 13 weeks I laid on the couch and prayed that she wouldn’t come early. God certainly answered that prayer! Now, I am praying that she is born soon!
In addition to cleaning out the pantry yesterday, I made animal pancakes for Lauren. Fun!
