Baby girl photo courtesy www.littlies.co.nz.
Thursday, 12 July 2012
Happy Birthday, Jacqueline!
It was 9 years ago today that I was pregnant and woke up early in the morning with what felt like a little tug in my back, but it was so slight that I turned over and went back to sleep. When I fully woke up once the sun rose, I discovered I had spotted slightly. Still two or three weeks shy of my due date, I asked Rob to take me to the hospital just in case, given that my pregnancy was considered a high risk one. We left Thomas with our niece Amanda and headed to Hamilton. At McMaster, they hooked me up to a monitor and listened to my baby's heartbeat. Three hours later, they told me that I had just had a false alarm and was free to go home. I asked them if I could still go out of town the next day for the Tufts Family Picnic and they said yes. Back in Brantford, I packed for the trip and then laid down for a couple of hours, hoping that would do the trick. However, when I woke up at supper time, my water broke. Back to the hospital we went for a second time (luckily Amanda was still at home to babysit Thomas). This time, I had labour pains on the way to the hospital. Sure enough, the doctor said that the baby was on its way. I arrived at 8 pm, they prepped me for a C-section by 9 pm and Jacqueline Lee was born at 9:41 pm. She weighed 6 pounds and 1 ounce and was 17 inches long. She had tufts of black hair and dark blue eyes. Her fingers were long as were her eye lashes. I remember how holding a baby girl felt different than holding a baby boy even though they both had the same needs. Baby Jonasson was the loudest baby in the nursery: the nurses kept bringing her to me saying that she was hungry and I would say: "I just fed her half an hour ago." I remember feeling such relief that she had arrived safe and sound. I also remember feeling so fatigued; I would fall asleep with Jacqueline on my chest after I fed her. I remember feeling envious of my roommates, both of whom got a good night's sleep because their babies were being cared for fulltine by the nurses in the ICU (a crazy thought since I should have been happy that my baby didn't have to go to ICU). I remember Rob making a trip to the gift shop downstairs to purchase Jacqueline's first of many stuffies, a pink Teddy bear. I remember Jacqueline's first photograph, taken with her eyes closed and her arms in a hula dancer pose. I remember Thomas arriving wearing his t-shirt that announced "I'm the big brother" and holding his baby sister in his arms with a proud and yet impish grin on his face. I remember it all like it was yesterday. And yet our "baby" is nine years old today. Thank you, Jacqueline, for being our daughter. We love you! Happy Birthday!