Friday morning, as I sat down to update an overdue proposal, I get that text from Ellen. Boy oh boy. There would be no accomplishing tasks today. Nevermind the arrangements I needed to make for the wedding tomorrow. How could anything else matter?
Ellen went to the doctor for a check up and they elected then and there, to take her over to the hospital and induce her labor. Mom and Dad and I all called each other to compare notes and information. Lee headed home to grab the hospital bag. His family was already on the way from Florence. What an exciting ten minutes.
And then we waited. Inductions take a full day to get going. Olivia wouldn't get here until at least lunchtime on Saturday. So I reluctantly headed out to the shop and made fluffy white centerpieces at warp speed. Something told me that if worked quickly, Ellen's labor would also go by quickly but that was not true. Throughout the day we received uneventful updates. We were told that things would really spice up at 3 a.m. when they give Ellen the pitocen. That's what should start the contractions and make Liv want to abandon ship. Mom and Dad made a hospital visit for the sake of it. I labored away and eventually went out to supper with Brett and Jeff who would choose to stay out late, partying on King Street, while I went home to sleep but laid awake in bed worried about Ellen and tomorrow's wedding. At 3 a.m. I wondered if Ellen was scared or hurting or excited and I questioned the chances that the first drop of pitocen would spit Liv right out and we'd all miss it.
I woke up at 6:00 with a text from Ellen that said the pitocen wasn't working. Liv was not bothered by the contractions, content to stay curled in that warm bungalow forever. We decided that she's probably going to be stubborn like her mama. The wait continued and I got to work making wrist corsages that seemed even more stupid than normal because my unborn niece is far more important than a tacky floral tradition. (I hate making wrist corsages.) Big Mama arrived at 9:00 to help me load the car and she was bright and delighted. It was obviously not about the wedding setup. We made the trek out to Seabrook where we spent the day driving in circles to complete one of the more poorly organized weddings I've partaken in. (It all worked out well and looked lovely. Just the getting it there was obnoxious.) Mom and I talked the whole time about Ellen and what should be happening and what's the plan and did she text you yet? Did she call Dad? What have you heard?
Just before lunch Ellen told us that the Doc suggested the possibility of a c-section or perhaps waiting another 24 hours to see if Liv gets motivated. Mom and I carefully read the text message and shared our thoughts with each other. I'm glad we were together for this uncertain waiting period for we certainly would have annoyed our spouses with our commentary. Years later, we left the wedding setup and drove back into town.
At 5:30, Ellen called to tell me the Doctor was going to do a C-section at 6:00. She was scared and I didn't like it. Because I had to drive back out to Seabrook to teardown I had to stay put. But Mom and Dad headed straight for the hospital where they would find out that they were not allowed up to see Ellen until two hours after delivery. They said that's "just the stupidest" and then went to a nearby Outback Steakhouse where they ate things and waited. Dad was beside himself with giddiness.
I laid on the couch with my phone in hand and waited and waited and at 6:14 received this photo for "Aunt Lu"
Please note how great Ellen looks in her post-delivery photo.
She has reached an all-time high of photogenic annoyance.
Those pouty Ellen lips! Those tiny fingers!
Knowing I wouldn't get to visit that night just killed me. More sweet photos arrived on my phone while Brett and I packed up candles and blooms.
I woke up early on Sunday and immediately looked over at Brett. I was ready to go to the hospital right away and thought that waiting for him to wake up and get dressed and disassemble whatever item would catch his eye that morning was not going to work for me today. I stared at him, willing him to wake up. He stirred, so I made a loudish noise - enough to capitalize on his shallow sleep state. He peeked one eye open, saw my face, and recoiled with a start.
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to wake up!" and I beamed my giant teeth at him.
Sweet Fella got right up and threw on some shoes and escorted me out the door. We made a quick coffee stop and were by Olivia's side by 8:30.
Lee was so chatty and happy and excited. He bounced around the hospital room telling us stories from the last two days with gusto and enthusiasm and a few gagging sounds. Ellen had done great. A real tough champ. She had a glow.
Lee immediately put Liv in Brett's arms and we all cooed and grinned and stared. Why does one feel inclined to stare at a baby? Liv was 5 pounds and 3 ounces and 18 inches long. She's the most perfect little healthy thing. Ellen laid in her hospital bed slurping a concoction a nurse had brought her. She looked sleepy and happy.
Finally, after nine long months, I got to hold Olivia.
She wiggled and scrunched her nose and I melted. She teased me with fluttering eyelashes but wouldn't show me her blue eyes. She yawned and I saw her tiny teethless gums and her pouty Ellen lips. She has long fingers and skinny arms. I could have stayed all day.
For Sunday dinner, Mom, Dad, Brett and I ate Ellen's favorite meal in her honor and we played Shanghai because we don't actually get to play it when Ellen is present.
Unbeknownst to us, that night Ellen would get up to use the bathroom and her gross baby incision would bust open and cause for emergency surgery. Apparently some fluid built up behind her stitches so she'd have blown anytime. I've come to hate the word "fluids". Lee called Dad at 2am to tell them they were knocking her out and it was a huge, painful ordeal. Ellen screamed and cried and it all sounded horrific. Lee held Liv and kept it together until it was all over and Ellen woke up again. They both seemed traumatized. Even the nurses said it was awful.
But they are champs and were bright and merry the next morning. Mom went for a quick visit only to leave the hospital 6 hours later because she can't get enough of Liv. She's obsessed with that baby. She's said she finally understands, it IS the best to be a grandparent.
For my second visit to baby O, Lee let me feed her by taping a tiny tube to my pinky and cramming it into her tiny mouth. It was special. She showed me her blue eyes. I crappin' love her.
Wednesday, they were released from the hospital under one condition; Ellen's gross baby wound stays attached to a portable machine that slurps goop out of her gut for three weeks. Mom and I met them at home to help them get situated, which really means that we stared at Olivia while Lee unloaded everything by himself. They had dressed Liv in her first little outfit and we don't think she liked being clothed. Stono Pup was on the porch, staring in at her family and leaping high in the air and drooling on the door. Lee wasn't up for a pup introduction just yet.
Big Mama can't get enough of Olivia. She tickled. Giddy. We didn't really expect this from her.
Big Mama has had a high-anxiety two years, caring for her parents and whatnot. We haven't seen her like this in ages and it's the most wonderful thing.
Everyday I ask Ellen what Liv is doing and she sends me a photo of her sacked out on Ellen's chest. It's the best.
Today, even though I have a wedding tomorrow and I'm not quite ready, I plan to go over and stare at my two favorite girls. I don't want to miss a thing and it's going to go by too fast.
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