Peter, Addy and Peyton are all in Dreamland so I thought I'd say hello and get back to it. (Did I just say that the whole house is fast asleep and I'm awake?)
Many thanks to my pals at the office for updating to let you all know that we were all tickled pink when Peyton Avery arrived on Wednesday September 22 at 4:36 p.m. My surgery and her delivery was a breeze and after a short while sprawled and frozen on the table, the wonderful Dr. E introduced us to Peyton (who was pink, perfect and showed up wailing her little eyes out).
The operating room was a much less stressful place this time around for both me and Peter. We knew what was going on and were both surprisingly calm (well, I was surprisingly calm and Peter had his moments) while waiting for our babe to be born. I admit that I was just thrilled when Peter told me we had another beautiful little girl. (If you followed along last time you'll recall that Peter had no idea what he was looking at when Dr. E told him to let me know what our baby was. Girls have very swollen bits and bobs at birth, and those bits and bobs resemble the bits and bobs you'll find on boys. Enough said.)
The highlight of the experience in the OR (besides Peyton's arrival, of course) was when Dr. E broke my water. I was a massive teapot -- he tipped me over and poured me out. If you've ever been to Niagara Falls you'll get where I'm going with this. There was so much fluid on the floor the nurses started pulling out life jackets. At one point one nurse informed me that I owed Dr. E a new pair of shoes because his were soaked and ruined. Dr. E giggled, looked over the drape to see me and said, "You just lost more than 10 pounds."
The rest of our hospital stay was uneventful and much more relaxed than I remember it being with Addy. I've got a couple stories I'll be sharing in the next couple days. But for now, here's a wee photo album of our first day or two with our new bundle.
Many, many thanks for all of your lovely well wishes. Stay tuned for more from our family of four.