July 3rd started off with anticipation. Nervous anticipation. I knew it would be that way. You don't survive last time expecting much peace out of experience number two. Surgery began promptly at noon. My sweaty palms ended up being a nice accompaniment to the sub zero temperatures of the seemingly empty operating room. Nurses, anesthesiologists and Dr. Lin, my super hero, gathered round. Micah held my hand and we waited. At exactly 12:31pm, Miss Alexis Tara joined our little party; weighing in at 6 pounds, 5 ounces and showing off her healthy lungs like it was her job.
Sister's a beauty with a full head of dark hair and several facial expressions that remind me of her big brother.
It was the, "You're going to be fine... but" that I didn't see coming. The bloody sheets and the "Let me go get the doctor" at 4am. She was right. I was fine. I didn't think so at the time, but it turned out okay. Unlike last time, I was well taken care of and communicated with through the whole process. I'm thankful for nurses that take their jobs seriously and make their patients feel more like people and less like science experiments.
Big brother rocks. He's been a trooper this week and is getting used to Sister being in the world instead of in Mama's belly. He's incredibly gentle and likes to give kisses when prompted.
Two beautiful babies and a wonderfully loving husband who knows how to take care of his family better than anybody else I know. My heart is full. I am blessed.