Callie Jeanne – the first year

Rather than feeling guilty for not documenting anything besides Callie’s delivery, I’m just going to move forward and talk about the highlights of our sweet girl’s first year of life…

sweet baby girl...




















Some physical characteristics
- You are a petite little “jelly bean” (one of our many nicknames for you)
- You were born at 7 lbs 1 ounce (35th percentile) and 19 inches long (50th percentile)
- You now weigh 17 lbs (6th percentile) and are around 27 inches long (30th percentile)
- Your hands and feet are tiny (you get it honest—from Mommy)
- You have smooth, fair skin and black, curly hair (some have mentioned resemblance to Snow White)
- You have NO teeth, but that doesn’t stop you from eating everything that we eat
- And have I mentioned all of your hair??  And your beautiful curls??




 

























Such a sweet temperament
- You have the sweetest, softest voice
- You give away smiles freely
- You point and smile when Mommy comes in the room
- You wave and say “hi” (2 syllables; in your whispery voice) to everyone
- You give the best kisses
- You say “nigh-nigh” (in your whispery voice) before bed—it’s terribly cute!








































Smart & Sassy
- You are very curious
- You do this cute thing with your mouth/voice—mainly in the mornings—where you do kind of a cross between a whistle and a “shh” while looking around the room and inspecting things (and you’ll note “uh-oh” and point if you see something out of place)
- You love to explore and learn (your Uncle Adam says that you’re always planning or scheming)
- You move faster (rather than stopping) when you hear us tell you “no” or “stop”(little rebel sassy-pants)
- You love playing peek-a-boo (“where’s Callie?”) and will hide behind your hands for an unusually long time before revealing (“there she is!”)


Busted!



Exploring the tupperware cabinet a little closer...















Using "the force" to read books


















You made this face (along with a funny sound) a lot when you were 6-7 months old




















Specific things you LOVE
- Music: we sing a lot in our house (we make up songs to just about anything), and you love it!  When you hear a song, you immediately smile and begin bobbing up and down / back and forth and clapping.




















- Baths: when you know you’re headed to take a bath, you start kicking your feet and smiling.  When the water comes on, you squeal and kick.  You love to play and splash and blow bubbles with your sissy.





















- Greeting “sissy” in the mornings: whether it's in your room or hers, you love seeing Eden in the mornings.  You greet each other with big smiles and lots of hugs, then you play on the bed together for a little while.





























- Tags and Rugs: your “lovie” is a hippo-blanket thing, but it’s not really the blanket that you cling to—it’s the silky tag.  And when you are playing with your toys downstairs, you’ll just randomly stop and lay flat on your belly with your cheek to our soft rug.





































- Balls and Books: your Daddy is SO happy that you love playing with sports balls!  And you already have a better arm than your big sister. J  You also love books.  Specifically, tiny books that you can hold in your hand.  You always have something in your grasp—and it’s usually a ball or a book! 









































Milestones that we actually documented
- You lost your umbilical cord at 12 days old (obviously I documented this "milestone" way back when I thought I'd be on top of things...)

- You slept on your tummy for the first time at 13 days old (yes, we went against mainstream advice—but hey, it’s the only way you would sleep—and you still sleep on your tummy!)

sweet girl sleeping (no, this was not at 13 days old; this was at 11 months old)




















- You took your first trip to the zoo at 17 days old (we HAD to get out of the house!)

you (thankfully) slept almost the entire time in the sling!
















- You first slept in your crib (rather than the bassinet in our room) at 1 month old

- You went to church for the first time at 1 month old

- You took your first trip to the beach at 2 months old

beach beauty!



















- You first rolled over from belly to back at 4 ½ months old

- You got your first taste of food (avocado) at 6 months old

yummy!  yes, you liked it!




















- You crawled at 7 ½ months old (while Daddy was on a mission trip in Haiti)

so proud of yourself!



















- You easily transitioned from nursing (birth-6 months) to bottles (7 months-11 months) to straw cups

one of your last "bah-bah's" around 11 months old



















one of your first tastes of milk around 11 1/2 months old





















While Mommy Works
Our family is blessed that Mommy only works 3 days a week, and it’s all done from home.  When you were 4 months old, you first went to Primrose for daycare.  Your main caretaker was Marta, and even though you were only there for 3 months, she developed a strong connection with you.  She keeps up with your development (and pictures) via email and our blog.  After Primrose, we were blessed again to find Jessie to care for you at our house for 3 ½ months.  Jessie spent a lot of one-on-one time with you and helped with your development.  She read a lot of books, played music for you, and helped you learn to crawl.  After Jessie, we were blessed again to have Aimee care for you and Eden at her house.  You love going over there to play with Britain (and Eden), and I know Miss Aimee and Mr. John have a special place in their heart for Sweet Callie.

The early days we’d rather forget
As an infant, you weren’t exactly the easiest baby.  You cried.  A lot.  Mommy and Daddy felt so bad that we couldn’t figure out what you needed.  And we stressed out over all of the crying.  Supposedly Daddy was just like that when he was a baby, so I guess you got that honest, too.  Your crying mostly happened in the evenings and into the night.  It was like you were so tired you didn’t know how to stop crying and just fall asleep.  We tried all kinds of things to make it better.  Some worked (Mommy stopped eating all dairy products so your tummy felt better, you got tubes in your ears so you didn’t have earaches anymore).  Some didn’t (a product called “colic calm,” acid reflux medicine, etc.).  Luckily, you kind of just grew out of it and became the easiest baby!

Poor baby had jaundice and had to be in the NICU for 24 hours...
















Poor baby had to get tubes in your ears at 9 months old...





















Some snapshots of the early days that we want to remember forever!






















































 











































Sweet sisters with such a special bond!


































































































Sweet Callie Jeanne - you DID smile and laugh a lot--even in the early days!














































































Some highlights of the holidays...









































































Sweet Cal, Callie Jeanne, Cal-Cal – we can honestly say that our lives are more joy-filled because of you.  We love you and are so thankful that God blessed our family with you!

Heavy Stuff

There is a lot of heavy stuff going on lately and today it all came flooding out in the form of a sob-fest. Luckily I was home when the floodgates opened and I broke down crying!  I was able to just kneel and weep and pray.  It felt good to “get it out,” but I’m not sure that I feel any better with the heavy stuff—at least not yet. (see UPDATE below…)

These are the things going on with me at the moment…
(and please know that this is not a competition to see who has the most going on in their life right now!)

STUCK:  My passion for orphan advocacy hit a high (or low) point today…

- I attended a lunch meeting today with the Executive Producer of the documentary STUCK.  He is a passionate man who has taken a massive issue and decided to do something about it—very inspiring!  Our lunch conversation was awesome, but certainly heavy.  Millions of kiddos are sitting in orphanages around the world—STUCK—and a big reason is due to the inefficiencies in the international adoption process.

(Please go here to learn about this awesome documentary and go here to sign the petition to help change our country’s process around international adoption.)

- I got home and opened my email to find an update from a friend who has a daughter STUCK in the adoption process in a very unsafe and unhealthy place.  It’s personal, y’all.

- We are in the paperwork part of our second adoption.  Most adoptive families will agree that the paperwork is completely overwhelming and often times seems ridiculous (which the STUCK documentary covers).  It’s really personal, y’all.

DEATH and LIFE:  This time of year carries a lot of emotion for me in general…

- March 15th (2 years ago) was the first time we held our sweet daughter, Edeneku Lee
- March 17th (2 years ago) was the day that Eden’s birthmother formally relinquished her rights and said goodbye to her sweet daughter
- March 25th (5 years ago) was the day my Daddy died suddenly of a heart attack
- April 16th (1 year ago) was the first time we held our sweet daughter, Callie Jeanne
- April 17th (2 years ago) was the last day our sweet Eden was in an orphanage—she is now forever in our arms!
- April 20th (2 years ago) was the day the US Embassy finalized our adoption of Eden
- April 20th (1 year ago) was the day we came home with our sweet Callie
- April 23rd (2 years ago) was the day we landed on US soil with our sweet Eden
- The Easter timeframe marks the anniversary of my heavenly father dying a brutal death on a cross for my sins—something I will never fully grasp, but am forever grateful for (understatement of the year)

GIVING THANKS:  Through all of this “stuff,” I’m incredibly grateful for many things…

- Answered prayer – I prayed for the Lord to break my heart for what breaks His…and He did—to the point of feeling ill!

- Supportive husband – I texted Ben about my sob-fest and asked him to pray for me…and he did—diligently!

- Gracious in-law’s – I asked them to keep my kiddos for a couple of extra hours so that I could work through these things at home alone…and they did—happily!

- Loving Father – I cried out to God for answers…and…

UPDATE: As I was typing this and processing things, my Pandora played the perfect song (funny “coincidence”) and I was reminded that my God will come through ALWAYS!  Refocused—a good place to be.

Trouble surrounds me
Chaos abounding
My soul will rest in You

I will not fear the war
I will not fear the storm
My help is on the way
My help is on the way

Oh my God, He will not delay
My refuge and strength ALWAYS
I will not fear, His promise is true
My God will come through ALWAYS

UPDATE #2:  As I was about to publish this blog post, my Pandora played another perfect song and I was reminded that my God is FAITHFUL!

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say


Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did you leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful!

My Date with God


I attended an adoptive mom’s retreat (Created for Care) at the end of January that was so good for my soul!  It was my first one to attend, and I’ll definitely be going back again!  It was held at a beautiful lakeside resort north of Atlanta and the contents of the retreat were the perfect balance of education and refreshment.  
 
Going into the retreat weekend, I specifically prayed that God would reveal more to me about what direction to take regarding a little boy from China named Nathan who Ben had found on a waiting child website.  Ben was feeling very connected to this little boy, but I just wasn’t “feelin’ it.” Ben wanted more from me than just being a submissive wife—he needed me to have confirmation and excitement (or at least peace) about pursuing Nathan.
 
So that was my prayer for the weekend.
 
One of the sessions that they encouraged all of the women to attend was called a “Date with God.”  I was a bit skeptical of what it might be, but I overheard another adoptive mom telling her friend that it was essentially a guided quiet time and that if she was working through a particular issue with God, she should sign up for the last session at the end of the retreat weekend.  Since her advice was relevant to my situation, I went ahead and signed up for the last session.
 
Ready for my Date!
 
When the time came for my date, I walked into the room not knowing what to expect.  What I saw kind of weirded me out…a table with playdoh, an area with watercolor, a big cross, a massive tent, and loads of women packed into this room.  The lady at the front who was leading was very sweet-looking, and when she spoke, I could hear an “ooey-gooey-ness” to her voice.  If you know me, you know that’s not a style that I typically connect to.  So I immediately jumped to conclusions about what this was going to be like and I became disappointed.
 
Thankfully I couldn’t have been more wrong.  The leader gave out our “instructions” (I use quotes because she made it clear that we could do whatever we wanted during our date with God).  She was very clear in her communication (my style!) and it gave me a lot of comfort when she explained that we did not have to do all of the stations if we didn’t want to (whew!—no art for me!).  She said we could go in any order and could stay as short or as long as we wanted.  She noted that the two ladies waiting at the door to do the prayer of blessing over each of us would be her (Jenny) and Anna.  (*this is an important note for later*)  She asked that we all be respectful of others as we move through the stations and then she prayed for us and let us start.
 
Station 1: getting in the Word (at the foot of a cross)
 
I decided to start at the cross, so I found a comfy spot sitting on a pillow and propped up against a wall.  I grabbed a Bible (didn’t have mine with me), took a long, deep breath, and silently asked God to guide me to a passage.  I opened the Bible to Psalm 65-66 (naturally the Bible fell open to the middle!).  The header for Psalm 65 said “a hymn of thanksgiving.”  An appropriate place to begin my date—with a thankful heart!  A few verses stood out to me…
 
65:5 – You answer us in amazing ways, God our Savior.  People everywhere on the earth and beyond the sea trust you.  I read “beyond the sea” and immediately thought of China.
 
65:6 – Even those people at the ends of the earth fear your miracles.  You are praised from where the sun rises to where it sets.  I read this and immediately thought this could be the verse for Nathan’s adoption announcement.
 
66:5 – Come and see what God has done.  See what amazing things he has done for people.  I read as another potential verse for Nathan’s adoption announcement.
 
66:20 – Praise God.  He did not ignore my prayer.  He did not hold back his love from me.  This resonates the same message of the song that I keep hearing along this journey to Nathan—“your love never fails, never gives up, never runs out on me”—more on that song at a later date 
 
Lord, thank you that your Word can speak directly to us!
 

Station 2: joy defined 
 
As I stood up to go to another station, I scanned the room for one with the least amount of people.  Of course, it was one of the art-related ones that I had decided I’d probably stay away from.  I walked over to it anyway, telling myself that if I started stressing about it, I would just walk away—no harm in that.  Well, it turns out that God revealed something really cool to me at this station!
 
There was a large poster board heart and some markers.  The instructions were to draw a picture of what joy defined in your life looks like.  I surprised myself by immediately picking up a marker (purple, the favorite color of Team Huss) and began drawing our house.  Then I wrote words like “fill it up” and “the more, the merrier”—WHAT??  Did I actually just write those things?  I guess in my heart of hearts, I do believe that JOY defined in my life equates to a FULL HOUSE!
 
Lord, thank you for reminding me that having joy in You is very different than searching for happiness!
 

Station 3: praying over the nations
 
The next station I headed to was an area of the room with two huge maps of the world—one on the wall and one on the floor.  As I was walking toward it, I was a bit torn because I really wanted to pray for Ethiopia (Eden’s birth country), but felt like I should probably pray for China (Nathan’s birth country).  When I looked over at the maps, the answer was right in front of me.  Ethiopia was completely covered (literally) by other mothers’ hands, while China was wide open (and conveniently located at the edge of the map)!  So again, God was focusing my attention to Nathan.
 
I knelt down, placed both hands over China, and prayed.  I prayed that God would give me a heart for the Chinese people.  You see, after spending six weeks in Ethiopia, and having our firstborn daughter be from that country, I obviously have a huge heart for the Ethiopian people.  The country is known for how loving and kind the people are!  The very little that I have heard about China is quite the opposite.  My limited knowledge of the Chinese culture is that it is more on the harsh side.  So I prayed.  I prayed that God would break down those barriers (of mostly being uneducated and not exposed to the Chinese) in my heart.
 
And I prayed for Nathan’s caretakers.  That they would know God—that someone would be put in their path to share Christ with them.  That they would show love and affection to Nathan while he is in their care.  And that they would have a renewed love of caring for orphans.
 
And I prayed for Nathan’s birthmother.  For the unimaginable hurt she must have felt when she decided that she could not raise him.  And that she would also come to know the love of our Heavenly Father.
 
Lord, thank you for gently reminding me that it’s not about me and my feelings.
 

Station 4: prayer post-it wall
 
I moved next to the prayer request wall.  The instructions were to write one prayer request on a post-it note and stick it to the wall, then select two post-it notes to pray for.  The request that I wrote was specifically about Nathan.  That the Lord would clearly show us what to do.  I put it on the wall and stepped back to pray.
 
In order to select the two to pray for, I decided to pray for the first two that my eyes landed on.  The first one sent chills up my arms.  My eyes had landed on a post-it asking for prayer for “S” (her name was spelled out, but I will keep it private here).  It was a bit of a generic request, but the cool thing is this—I had randomly (I say that word fully knowing that it was God-ordained—not random!) been seated next to “S’s” mom at dinner the night before.  So I knew EXACTLY how to pray for this little blessing who is on the other side of the world from her mama!  So cool!
 
The next one that my eyes landed on was even more generic.  It asked for prayer that God would direct them in what to do next with their adoption/ministry/family.  As I began to pray for this anonymous request written by another adoptive mama, I heard myself praying that she would find comfort and peace in knowing that God will light up the next STEP for her family, but God doesn’t promise to show us the full PATH at the beginning.  He will ask us to take a step in obedience, and then He will guide us from there.
 
I kind of chuckled out loud to myself when I realized that this was the exact thing that I needed to believe myself!  God has told us to take the next step of completing our home study.  We just need to rest in that, be obedient to complete that paperwork, and not be anxious about what the next 9 months looks like!  AMEN!
 
Lord, thank you for telling me what I needed to hear in my prayer for another adoptive mama.
 

In Between Stations: a really cool way for God to answer a prayer!
 
After my time in prayer for these two adoptive mamas, I whispered a prayer to God, asking Him to send me a familiar face.  You see, I had gone to this retreat by myself and had only met my roommates on the first day there (3 other adoptive mamas from my agency).  The room for this date with God was full of so many women that I just wanted God to show me someone who I recognized.  I was thinking of someone like one of my roommates, one of the other ladies I had met at the retreat, etc.  Well, God had a much better plan to answer my whispered prayer!
 
As I turned to walk to my final station, I immediately heard a voice that I recognized.  (Keep in mind that the room was completely silent besides some soft music playing and the two women who were quietly giving prayers of blessing over each woman as they walked out of the room.)  The voice was a voice from home and it made NO sense to be hearing this friend’s voice.  She lives in Texas and was definitely not at this retreat.  
 
So I turned toward this familiar voice and saw a familiar face!  A series of thoughts quickly went through my head as I tried to process this:  “Wait—there is no way that Aimee is here!...But that’s definitely her!...No, it’s not!...But she looks and sounds JUST like Aimee!...Wait—Aimee has an identical twin sister!...And she lives in the Atlanta area!...And her name is Anna (remember the name mentioned in the introduction of the date with God session?)!...Seriously, God—that is some COOL stuff!...You totally answered my prayer for a familiar face in the most literal way possible!...And I LOVE You for that!”
 
I decided to do my final station and then go to Anna on my way out for her to do the prayer of blessing over me.  And that’s when I would introduce myself and tell her this really cool God story.  So off to my final station I went…
 

Station 5: replenishment tent
 
When I reached the tent, I found a comfy pillow to sit on and again leaned up against a wall.  Luckily there were tissue boxes scattered all around this tent because as soon as I settled in, the tears just started flowing!  And I mean flowing!  I was so incredibly thankful that God had chosen to give me the confirmations that I had asked Him for at the beginning of our date.  And then He just topped it off by sending that sweet familiar face just for me!  I truly felt SO LOVED!
 
After many nose-blows and eye-wipes, I collected my thoughts.  There was still something keeping me from feeling completely confirmed in this decision to pursue Nathan as our son.  “What is it, Lord?” I asked.  “What is keeping me from fully surrendering to this?”  And then God revealed what was on my heart.  I have two precious girls at home who I love SO much.  We have added to our family so quickly that I was feeling like I just didn’t have room in my heart right now for another lovie.  I needed more time with my girls.
 
Then God quietly spoke to me.  “Open your eyes, Lauren.  Look around the room.  All of these women—these adoptive mamas—are spending time with me.  I have room to love all of you.  And I will give you room to love Nathan.  Just trust me.”  Cue the weeping once again!  Again, I felt SO loved that God would immediately answer my prayer to Him.  Being in communication with God is awesome!  My stubbornness, worry, and failure to listen is the only reason I am not in more constant communication with Him.  I was (am) in awe that the Creator of the universe is also my best friend!  Oh, how He loves me!
 
Lord, thank you for being an intimate God who I can communicate with directly!  Thank you for loving me!
 

Station 6: prayer of blessing
 
I stood and began walking toward my final stop during my date with God.  Anna was praying over someone, so I stood and waited.  As soon as she was finished, she looked up.  And of course, I started crying immediately!  She must have thought I was a bit off my rocker!  Actually, she was at an adoptive mom’s retreat praying over women—I’m sure I fit right in!  haha!  
 
Getting the introductions out of the way…
“Your name is Anna, right?”  (through my tears and intermittent sobbing)
“Yes, how do I know you?” (smiling sweetly, glancing at my nametag)
“You don’t.  I’m friends with your sister.” (sniff, sniff)
“Oh, OK.  Which one?” (I forgot that they have a younger sister!)
“Your twin, Aimee.” (sniff, sniff)
“OK, yes, your nametag says you live in Richmond.  You’re Lauren…a friend she has mentioned.” (still smiling sweetly, a trait she shares with Aimee)
 
Then I proceeded to tell her the cool God story that just went down.  I was seriously choking back tears and felt a bit silly because of that.  But she didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all—she was super sweet.  By the time I finished talking, her eyes were glistening because of how cool God is.
 
Then I asked her the obvious questions about what brought her here and what her connection to this retreat was.  Turns out that she was asked by one of her mentors (Jenny Means, the lady who organizes the date with God—the “ooey-gooey” one) to come pray over some women at a retreat being held near her home.  She didn’t know much more than that until she arrived earlier that evening.  After sharing my story, we both knew exactly why God put her here.
 
She then asked more about what else God had spoken to me about Nathan and where I stood with that.  I gave her the quick version of what all happened during my date with God and she prayed a very sweet and heartfelt prayer of blessing over me, our family, and Nathan.  It was such a special time!  
 
She mentioned that she and her baby girl (whose name and age are very close to my Callie!) were coming to visit Aimee in March, so we made plans to meet up during that time.  She also mentioned how excited she was to be able to share this cool story with Aimee and I let her know that I would probably beat her to it since I was headed out the door and planned to text her immediately (which I did—and of course, Aimee was equally in awe of how cool that answer to prayer was)!
 
Love BIG
The theme of the retreat was “Love BIG.”  One would usually put that in context of an adoptive mom’s retreat and apply it to how we as moms are meant to love our children.  However, I walked away from that date (and the retreat as a whole) feeling just how BIG God loves ME as His child!  So amazing!



NOTE: This post probably left you with some questions like “Does this mean you’re adopting again?  And will it be this little boy from China named Nathan?”  If you want to get the low-down, check out the Our Current Adoption page on the upper right-hand side of the blog.

Cal's Delivery

9 months after delivering my first biological child, I figured I better document it...

It was definitely not what I expected. I had stupidly worked up in my head that a c-section is the "easy" way to deliver a baby. After all, you never feel a contraction and you don't have to push the baby out. Easy, right? Ummm, no. Not for someone like me anyway. I'm what you would call a "head case." I have several irrational fears regarding medical things and they are 99% in my head. Not a good combination for someone about to be cut open while she's awake.

We went to the hospital early in the morning on April 16, 2012 to have a baby!


















NOTE: I only thought this was the worst picture I've ever taken until I saw the ones from the hospital pre-delivery--awful!  You will not see any of those on this blog--ever!

Eden was still tucked in bed with Nina and Aunt Sarah at our house caring for her. We arrived on time, paid our deductible, checked in, and got settled in our room. I was very cool, calm, and collected at this point. My nurse was very sweet, and we got a good laugh out of her name. It was Regina, pronounced like vagina with an "R." Yes, we're immature.

Anyway, I was really dreading the IV because, well, I'm a pansy with a low pain tolerance and tiny veins. This fear played out to truly be the worst part because, for some reason, the IV stung really bad the entire time it was in (yes, the entire time!). Luckily Ben had overseen Regina doing my IV and he confirmed that she did it correctly, so the stinging I felt was not her fault. I was just going to have to suck it up. So suck it up, I did.

Shortly after that, we were told that an emergency c-section was going to bump us back a bit. Understandable. So we just chilled in the room and waited. Then we were told that the next scheduled c-section was also going to bump us. That's when we spoke up and demanded that we be taken first since we were scheduled first. We were blessed to have an anesthesiologist who totally agreed with us and advocated for us. Well, she actually kind of did a sneaky move. She acted like she didn't know that we weren't next in line, went ahead and did my spinal block, and called to say I was ready. There is a certain timeframe you have to work with once the spinal block is in, so they went ahead and took me back, putting us back in our proper spot in line. ;)

Now about the spinal block. One would think that I would have also had a very hard time with this, considering it is a HUGE needle being inserted into my spine. But no. It was a cinch. I was an awesome patient and didn't even flinch when she did it! I think the biggest reason was that it was on my back where I couldn't see it. At any rate, I'm just happy I didn't pass out or throw up.

Back to the action. Once the spinal block was in, we were told it would still be a while since my doctor needed to finish up from another patient. So, Ben headed down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Next thing I know, they are rolling me out of the room because it was time to go--my doctor was ready! I let them know where Ben was, so they caught him in the hallway, gave him the lovely dad outfit to wear, and told him to get dressed and wait for them to get him.

I was kind of freaking out because we went from it being a very methodical process to very rushed all of the sudden (aaah, loss of control!). When they were lifting me from the bed to the operating table, reality set in that I couldn't feel the majority of my body and that I was about to be cut open. Oh, and that I was about to have a baby!

The OR was very cold, and I had all kinds of meds being pushed through my IV and my spinal block, so I started shivering. And I couldn't stop. The team of nurses and doctors around me were all female, which was a huge blessing because they were very nurturing and maternal. My anesthesiologist actually sat next to my head and stroked my hair to try to calm me down since Ben couldn't be in the room until it was completely prepped. I had heated blankets and even a heater blowing by my face, but I just couldn't stop shaking. It was freaking me out. Again, I'm a head case.















This is my sweet nurse anesthetist keeping me as calm as possible...and that's my "oh, #@$%" face.

I kept asking where Ben was (probably did so about 50 times). They assured me that they would get him as soon as the blue curtain went up (meaning I was fully prepped). So as soon as I saw that curtain go up, I asked one more time where he was...and then I saw him. I knew that he could help calm me down, and he did. He distracted me by singing songs, showing me photos from the camera that we had taken earlier in the day, etc.

Then I saw and heard my doctor. Another calming voice for me. She said she was ready and she did a test cut. I could feel it. Commence shaking again. When I told her I could feel it (not just pressure, but actual pain), I felt a rush of meds through my spine and was instantly calmer (weird feeling). I remembered that Dr. Adigun had told me it would take 7 minutes (or was it 11?) from first cut to having the baby out, so I just kept telling myself that I could endure it for 7 (or 11) minutes.

But let me tell you, it was a crazy feeling and I didn't like it one bit. I could feel so much tugging and I knew exactly what was going on. Not cool for someone who is a head case! I would have much rather NOT been awake for that! Although, I'm glad I was since I was able to see my child as soon as she was born. A trade-off, I guess. ;)

When Dr. A told me to brace for a lot of pressure, I knew we were almost done. She pulled Callie Jeanne out by her bum and then apparently Cal dove back in. There was a tiny bit of commotion to get her out, but when they did she was completely healthy and had a loud set of lungs on her!  She was born at 12:51pm, was 7.1 pounds and 19 inches long!
 














A "fresh" Callie Jeanne Huss--eyes alert and head full of black hair!

Before Dr. A put me back together, she looked for any reasons why Callie was breech and wouldn't flip into position. She found a fibroid (benign tumor) that was enlarged during pregnancy, causing Cal to not really have room to flip. It was nice to have a reason so I didn't feel any guilt over not being able to get her to flip. (Moms tend to feel guilt over lots of things!)

The area where they cleaned Callie up and weighed and measured her was in the same room, so Ben got to step over there and take pics while I was being put back together. It was nice for me to be distracted by watching him and seeing the pictures that he was taking. Before long, I got to hold Cal on my chest for a longer amount of time. Sweet moments that I'm glad are captured on film because I honestly don't remember them.