I tried so very, very hard to tell you all this on Monday, but the hospital had such a slow internet connection that I couldn't.
But this is what I wanted to tell you. I went in for my regular non-stress test on Monday morning and that night, I got this:
Eden Heather Jacobson, born 10 p.m. on March 8. 7 pounds, 20 inches, and perfectly healthy.
They induced me because my ultrasound showed that the amniotic fluid was way too low. It should have been at least an 8 (I don't know 8 what) and it was a 3 (but I don't know 3 of what). So they said, "Hm. We're walking you over to have a baby."
So I called Kenny at work and said, "I know when Eden's birthday is going to be," and I was right.
Anyway, they started the pitocin at 1:00 and I had Eden at 10:00 on the dot. The contractions before the epidural were brutal. Then they gave me the "happy-dural" and I played Settlers of Cataan with Kenny and my friend Jaymee until they told me to push. And don't hate me, but I only had to push through 1 1/2 contractions and that was that. (I'm not telling you about the excruciating pressure on my tailbone for the hour before that where I was convinced that the baby got confused about where she was going to come out. And about how the epidural didn't help with that so much. You're welcome, DeNae.)
I have two blond boys so I was taken aback when baby Eden came out with a head full of dark hair.
Anyway, in the first picture she looks just like every newborn picture, but she's really pretty. I'll get up some better pictures later.
We're already home and the boys are goofy for her. We were mostly ready for her, so that's nice, but my sister flew in this afternoon for a couple of days to help us fill in the gaps.
In the mean time, I'm feeling good and trying not to think about all the sleep I'm going to be losing over the next three months. I'm just watching this baby girl sleep and loving her.
P.S. Four of you guessed March 8. Using ye olde random generator, the winner is: Laura Moffit! I'll be in touch soon about what you win.