My heart is so full today! Today is Olive’s second birthday, and I have been reflecting on what a blessing she has been these past couple of years. I never have shared images from the hospital on here, so I thought I would since I have been thumbing through photos of her this morning. Her labor and delivery made me unsure of ever having another one ;). However, her sweet little spirit completely changed my mind. I would go through it all ( and eventually plan to ) again and again. She has made the past two years extra busy for sure, but she has made them so meaningful and intentional. She has taught me so much about who I am and has given me a purpose that I find more than fulfilling.
I couldn’t move around much after her delivery, but I was able to still capture these sweet moments with her new daddy. These photos are like treasures to me.
Olive had the suction used on her as well as forceps. She wasn’t descending fast enough given the conditions, but was too far for a c-section. After twenty-six hours of laboring and three hours of pushing, I am sure her little body was so exhausted. Our OB ended up basically ripping her out. (Sorry to be graphic, but that is nicely put). Her poor little head was bruised all over for the first few weeks, and I had to hold it a certain way while breast feeding because she would wince. She actually still has a scar beneath her right year from the forceps. It was so sad for me, but my emotions and hormones were obviously all over the place. Given her traumatic entrance, I was so amazed that she had the energy and drive to curiously observe all that was around her with those wide eyes. Right after she was delivered they took her into the NICU. My parents went in to meet Olive and she caught my dad’s gaze. He walked to the other side of her bed, and she tracked him holding his gaze the whole time. It really freaked him out that she was tracking him already ;). Whether or not she meant to, she was tracking within her first two and a half months. She didn’t let any bumps or bruises get in her way, rather I feel like she hit the ground running.
Being pregnant and delivering Olive was the hardest thing I have done. It was just down right awful, as I know it is for many women, but that is why I think it is all so beautiful, special, and humbling. JP and I also grew together so much during that time. I really appreciated that he chose to be my husband during the whole process and not “my doctor.” During Olive’s delivery he wasn’t focused so much on the procedures but more so on holding my hand and trying to make me comfortable. He never left my side. Even when Olive was being sent to the NICU he stayed with me until I asked him to go with her. One of my favorite memories is actually the night we finally got home from the hospital. JP got Olive comfortable and then headed upstairs where he drew me a warm bath and helped bathe me. He sponged my back and helped me move around because I couldn’t very well. He wasn’t trying to give me advice from a medical standpoint..in fact he wasn’t saying much at all, but was just there caring for me and comforting little Olive. I felt so loved. Olive and I are so blessed to have him.
Olive was overall a very healthy and active baby. We both healed quickly and spent our first few weeks surrounded by family, close friends, and Autumn’s changing colors. I love my family, I love this time of year, and I love Olive Jane. Happy Birthday, sweet girl!