I think I'll share picture in two or three waves, with no real rhyme or reason to them other than that we had multiple devices to take pictures with and so far I've only downloaded the pictures from one device.
So, these are the pictures from the camera.
Months ago when I was still very much pregnant with Phoebe, we were discussing her impending arrival at the dinner table—how we needed her to stay in for so long (and she did exactly that; bare minimum sort of lady, I guess) but also needed her to get out in a timely fashion. And thus it was that my children were introduced to the idea of "induction."
My due date was December 2, but Phoebe would have been induced on November 25 whether she wanted to be born then or not. For health reasons. The kids needed an explanation of what an induction was and since we tend to get a little...rowdy...around the table sometimes I explained it thusly:
"It's basically when the doctor decides, 'We're gonna yeet this fetus!' And they give the mother some medicines that help kickstart the process."
We thought the phrase "yeet this fetus" was so hilarious that we decided to save it for the birth story. But then I wrote the birth story and completely forgot to title it "Operation: Yeet this Fetus" (the post about our preterm labour scare could have then alternatively been called "Operation: Keep this Fetus"). Anyway, it was particularly funny because we often referred to in-utero Phoebe as "Phoebe the Fetus."
So here are some more details about her "yeeting," hospital stay, and homecoming.
First of all, here is the single picture Andrew took during the labour and delivery.
I think he was too in awe of how quickly everything went down to really think about taking many pictures. I mean, Alexander went fast, that's true. But literally all Andrew had to do was snap a few pictures and he was here. Phoebe's labour was technically faster than Alexander's, though we were at the hospital for longer...because we left for the hospital before I'd experience any recognizable contractions. Had we waited for me to have contractions...this baby would most definitely have been born while driving along the highway (because the route to the hospital is under construction so there's no where to pull to the side for an emergency; we would have had to just keep driving (and thank goodness this happened in the middle of the night when it only took us fifteen minutes to get to the hospital because when Andrew drove to the hospital in the middle of the day it took him over an hour to get there)).
Anyway, things seemed to be pretty slow going.
Sure, they checked me in and I was at six centimeters. But then contractions were just boringly every five minutes or so. Sometimes eight minutes. And I just had to lie there attached to an IV. Very boring.
Andrew realized that in our panic to leave the house he hadn't grabbed his laptop (so he could work on the revisions he needed to do). He considered going home for it but ultimately decided there wouldn't be time for that. And he was right!
He said the only two contractions closer than five minutes apart were...the two I pushed for.
Usually they let the mother hold the baby for a while before they do the weighing and measuring and everything, but they had to take Phoebe away, anyway, so they could help her clear her lungs a bit so they just weighed and measured her then.
At some point they gave her a bath. I can't remember if this was before or after they brought her back to me. At some point they were finished working on her but I was still getting stitched up, so I told them to let her Daddy snuggle her for a minute. So he really got to snuggle Phoebe before I did! But I didn't take any pictures because I was sitting in stirrups still.
Here she is looking all sweet:
And here we are doing some skin-to-skin snuggles, feeling a little worn out:
And here's Andrew looking like someone dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night (oh, yeah...that happened):
Here's Phoebe looking a little like Alexander:
One of Phoebe's funky ears:
This is just showing what a little koala bear she is. She likes to grab onto things—like my arm. My hand is like that because I'd just finished tilting her to help her burp/choke/cough out more amniotic fluid. She grabbed my arm with her little hands, little sweetie.
Here's Andrew, showing off how well Phoebe enjoys diaper changes (she hates them, by the way):
Here's a little baby yawn for people who like baby yawns (I know I do):
And here's Phoebe asleep:
I really need to write more about the hospital stay. I was an...adventure...
Spoiler: We broke a bed!
But I'll write more on that later because this is clearly turning into more of a photo dump. I'm just...tired...and people want pictures...and I'm still figuring out how to type one-handed while holding a baby. I used to be really good at it, but I'm a little out of practice.
Anyway, we stayed at the hospital, repeatedly set off the alarms, broke a hospital bed in the middle of the night...and...
Then we came home!
The kids were all excited to meet Phoebe.
The cat has no idea what to make of her and won't come near her.
We say she has the Phoebe-jeebees.
All the kids have said something to the effect of, "It's my turn to hold the cat. I mean...baby."
They're so used to bickering over who gets to pet the cat when that they're having trouble channeling that energy onto a baby. I mean, obviously the bickering part they have down. It's really a terminology thing.
Another thing I'll blog about later...
Anyway, here's Rachel with Phoebe:
And here I am, pulling off a radiant I-haven't-slept-in-days look in the early morning light on Tuesday morning:
Our pediatrician only does baby well-visits first thing in the morning so her appointment was somewhat early (I believe her next appointment is even earlier). This is to avoid mingling these new babies with any sick-patient appointments (most especially COVID patients, who they only see in the late afternoon). Anyway...
Here's Phoebe and Daddy outside of the doctor's office:
Perhaps we'll get around to a photoshoot tomorrow. Today I had to finish a big work project (like really had to) so that was mostly what I did today (but now I can rest).
Here's Zoë pleased to be taking her turn:
It's too bad we didn't do a photoshoot because the lighting was perfect!
Here's some more holding upstairs...Benjamin with Phoebe:
He was pleased I let him hold her while I finished up a homework assignment (such a responsible helper, he was):
Zoë also wanted to prove that she could be a responsible helper. So I told her that she could hold Phoebe while I put away some of our hospital-stuff mess. It started out okay.