Welcome to the 8th post in a series of birth stories that will run from August through September, Birth Story Celebration. Keep checking back on Tuesdays and Fridays for new, awesome stories of the miracle that makes us parents! Today’s story is from Lisa!
Lisa is a former preschool special needs teacher who has been working as The Director Of Household Operations in the “Spoon” household for the past ten years. She has three daughters ages 11, 8, and 6, and a husband who works in sales and travels quite a bit for his job. Lisa started her blog, The Golden Spoons, over three years ago. She enjoys writing and has enjoyed the personal connections blogging has created. She also enjoys a good cup of French Vanilla creamer with a little coffee added in, belting out her favorite songs when she is alone in the car, and trying new recipes that her family will most likely not eat. She is not crafty, but she is organized (most of the time) and is a church/school volunteer extraordinaire.
The Baby That Made Me A Legend
At our house, we go through what I call the “Birthday Blitz” every August. My hubby, my oldest daughter, and my youngest daughter all have birthdays within a five day span in early August. It is crazy. And, it is only natural, I think, that during this blitz I reminisce about the births of my girls.
I will always be indebted to Emily, the youngest, because, through her birth, I became a legend. Only for a day or two and only in a very small circle of people, but still, a legend. You see, Emily August is pretty hot, humid, and torturous here in North Carolina (even if you are not hugely pregnant and responsible for two other children who were, at the time, 2 and teetering on 5). I was terribly uncomfortable and, really, just plain miserable. I was more than ready to have my third and final child. So, once again, we headed to the hospital one Saturday morning to be induced four days past my due date. (All three of my girls chose to arrive late and all three needed a little extra coaxing to finally enter this wonderful world.) My labor was fairly easy (thank you sweet epidural) and quick. At 5:05 pm, Emily was born.
During the delivery, the midwife made a comment about being glad she had just returned form a conference on shoulder dystocia and seemed, briefly concerned. Very soon, though, and without much difficulty my sweet Emily was born. Immediately, the medical staff and my husband started commenting on how big she was. To me, she just looked like a beautiful newborn baby girl, especially since my other two were not small potatoes either. As is the standard procedure at the hospital where all my girls were born, my husband went with her to the nursery where they weighed and bathed her. When he returned to the delivery room where the nurses were still working with me, he had a smirk on his face and said to everyone, “Guess how much she weighs.” Some guesses were made, mostly in the 9 pound range. I didn’t believe any of them. However, everyone was amazed when he announced the answer: 10 pounds 2 ounces! Yep – 10.2 pounds – that is not a typo!
She was the biggest baby anyone remembers being born on either side of my family. As far as I know, none of my friends have had a baby that big. In fact, she was the biggest baby the nurses remembered being born at that hospital in quite some time. The next day, a nurse actually came into my hospital room and asked to check my incision, assuming I’d had a C-section. She couldn’t believe I hadn’t. One or two other nurses came in just to take a peek at the baby that had everyone talking. Friends and family went on and on about her size. And I, the mother who gave birth to her, became a legend (albeit briefly and mostly in my own mind!).
Emily came home from the hospital in size 1 diapers and size 3-6 month clothes. The first thing I had to do was remove all the tiny newborn clothes I had so carefully placed in her nursery furniture drawers and replace them with larger items.
That sweet big little girl is now six years old!!! She has a huge personality that commands attention. She is the baby of the family – she knows it and uses it to her advantage whenever possible. She keeps us on our toes and makes us laugh. She gives out hugs and kisses like they are going out of style. She is the girliest girl of the bunch and loves all things princess. I am certain that her size at birth was simply an indication from above that she is destined for big things in her life. I look forward to seeing what is in her future; I just hope it doesn’t all go by as fast as the last six years have gone!