
She was born on June the 6th. 7 lbs 10 oz, 20 inches long. I woke up that morning at 5:00 am having small contractions. They didn't hurt, but I called Shawn at work anyways, just so he knew that there was a possibility that she could be born that day. Most of you know that he drives a semi and is gone 12 hours every day to Indiana. He wasn't sure if he should go ahead and come home or not, but I told him to just do his job because I wasn't having any pain, and it could take all day.
He stopped and prayed after we got off of the phone and asked God to have me call him right back if she was to be born that day. I was doing dishes at that exact moment and felt like I should call Shawn, so he knew that God had given him an answer and he should come straight home. It's a good thing he did, because she was born at 12:55 pm and he would have been 4 hours away at that time.
We were supposed to be released on the 7th, but Ella had high bili levels and had to spend the night in the Special Care nursery. She looked so pitiful in that isolete with those 'sunglasses' on. I could only take her out once every 2 hours to nurse her. Luckily, the next morning we were able to be released and she went to her pediatrician this morning and was declared 'perfect'. (of course, I already knew she was perfect, LOL).
She went to her first baseball game today. (Don't try walking through a little league ballpark in a small town with a 3 day old baby... everyone that knows you, and many that don't, will stop you, wanting to see her, LOL... But, since most new parents love showing their baby off, it was okay, LOL) She slept through the whole thing and I was so nervous. She was in my arms and everytime someone yelled 'HEADS UP' I would lean over her to block her and Shawn would stand over the two of us to make sure that nothing hit her. With little league, balls go wild all the time. At one point I got up to run to the car to grab something, and as soon as I was a few feet away, a wild ball hit my chair! I cannot believe how close it was. I told Shawn that we need to get her a tiny, pink batting helmet, LOL. Instead, I think I may watch the games from the comfort of the van from now on.
The boys both love Ella soo much. Cody is constantly rubbing her head (he says that her hair is silky) and Deuce just wants to keep rocking her. When she started crying earlier today, Deuce started acting like a court jester to try to make her stop, LOL. I think it crushed him that she won't respond to that yet.
I need to go pick up the living room a bit. Someone from church is delivering dinner to us tonight (I am becoming quite spoiled by that, LOL.... dinners are being delivered every night through Thursday) and I hate that the house is sooooooo messy. One friend that came over to baby-sit the boys while Shawn and I took Ella to the Dr. this morning did my dishes and another friend offered to come and do my laundry on Tuesday (I can't bring myself to accept that, LOL). I've been feeling great (I bounce back quickly after giving birth) and feel guilty by accepting the help that others are offering. But it has all been such a great blessing. One friend in particular watched my boys 2 days in a row this week and ran me home from the hospital on Friday (our minivan broke down this week- Shawn is fixing it now- the timing really stunk!). She also organized all of the meals from people at church. Her husband is helping Shawn with the van and I am thanking God for such good friends. I don't know what I would've done this week without her.
Wel, now to attack the living room. I'll post a link to her hospital photos when they go up on the web.






