born the eighteenth of february.
five pounds and fourteen ounces of poop and crying and gassy smiles and all over perfection. (whenever she has gross diapers i'm always like "jane! good job, baby! your body works!")
jane is a tiny thing. weighs almost the same as a small sack of potatoes. everybody keeps asking how early she was born for her to be so small. "oh haha" i say, "she was only four days early. shes just a small little thing." which, i guess was to be expected if this was my baby bump at 39 weeks.
i started feeling contractions at around midnight. only they weren't your textbook contractions, it just felt like really intense gas. i didn't realize it could be real contractions until around 4am when i thought "maybe i should time these because dang this hurts SO bad."
i called labor and delivery around 6:00 to ask them if i should be coming in and they told me it was my call, but since it was my first baby, i could probably do with laboring at home for at least another hour. i hung up and was like "H NO mikie go get the hospital bag."
the whole fifteen minute drive to the hospital was excruciating. i checked in, they put me in a room to make sure i was progressing enough to be admitted.
the nurse was all "OH you're dilated to a seven!" SEVEN. can you even imagine if i had taken the advice of the nurse on the phone and labored at home for another hour!? jane would have been born at home! that would be horrible because there's no magical anesthesiologist at home. (all hail the epidural!)
jane was born about thirteen hours after i felt that first contraction. it feels like we've had her forever and i already don't even remember what we did before she was born. (its probably because we're so sleep deprived.)
welcome to earth, jane baby. we love you and we like you. (raise your hand if you're still so so so so so sad that parks and rec has ended forever.)
(ps this is my 100th post.)
(shout out to my kid.)
(sorry for all the instagram reposts. i'm too tired to take more pictures.)
(i have a kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
