F7 was born on February 21, 2008 at 2:07 pm. She weighed a healthy 9lbs, 1oz and was 21 inches long. Perhaps you would like to see some pictures?
Here is F7, telling us all how she really feels about joining us in this great big world.
F7 and myself, shortly after the big event. Yes, I do look rather self-satisfied, don’t I?
F7, one day old. Isn’t she just beautiful????
She is an awesome baby. She sleeps about 3 hours at a time, and actually slept during the night hours last night. When she is awake, she looks at you with those sweet, sweet eyes like she is hanging on to your every word. All the other Fruit just adore her, especially F6. He thinks that she came to earth just for him to oogle over. She has already blended into the family like she was always here, which I think is just wonderful.
If anyone would like to read it, the following is her birth story. I’ll try not to get graphic.
I woke up Thursday morning with a contraction, which was my first clue that I was in real, official labor. The contractions I’ve been having for the last couple of weeks were painful, but not enough to wake me from a sound sleep. I used the bathroom and discovered that I’d dropped my plug. I had an appointment for 9:20 that morning with my midwife anyway, so I called Mr. Nutt and told him to come down here instead of going to work; we’re gonna have a baby today. The midwife checked me and I was already at 6, but still only about 25% effaced. She sent me in to the hospital (we stopped at McD’s first so Mr. Nutt could get some breakfast) and I was on the monitor for 20 minutes or so. I jumped in the shower and stood there until I got bored, then I sat on a birthing ball (which is just a big exercise ball) for about another hour. By this time I was at 8 and 80% effaced. My midwife asked me when I thought I’d deliver and after thinking for a few moments, I said, “About 2 o’clock.” She had me lay on my side, because my cervix had begun to face posterior and that was slowing things down. On my side, the contractions hurt worse, but moved things along quickly. She checked again, I was about 9.5. I used the bathroom, laid on my side for another couple of contractions, and began to feel the urge to push. I turned on my back and began the delivery. My cervix was gone, but my water still hadn’t broken! This was the first baby that I didn’t break the water at some point before delivery. My first push broke the bag, but it was a very small rupture that resealed immediately. A couple more pushes ruptured the bag fully, and then two more pushes brought F7’s head. One more delivered the rest of her. As she was cleaning me up, one of my nurses, who was in training on the ob floor and had only seen one other birth without pain meds, said, “You are my hero. Wow.” I laughed. Time of birth was 2:07. I guess I called that one pretty close. Unfortunately, Mr. Nutt was sick the whole time with this wretched influenza, so he just sort of hung back and felt sorry for me. That’s okay, I knew he was there if I needed him. He still has yet to hold F7, as he doesn’t want to make her sick. She cuddled right into me after the delivery and settled down as soon as she heard my voice. She is really a sweet, precious little princess. My first name for her was Lover.
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