Ivy blessed us with her presence on March 2nd at 5:28 pm. I was induced that morning and had a wonderful day. The delivery was pretty much effortless and very quiet. Jonathan and I both agree that it felt like a silent birth, even Miss Ivy was quiet. It was very sweet! We were surrounded by family at the hospital and we were eager to introduce our precious baby girl, especially to her siblings. The moment the kids saw Ivy for the first time did not disappoint. They had precious smiles on their face as Jonathan showed them their new sister. Harrison squealed with excitement and gave her an unprompted kiss on her forehead. The girls immediately wanted to hold her. With each child I feel like the love in my heart becomes even more overwhelming. Seeing my children love their new sibling and dote on her just does not get any better.
We had a little "moment" with Ivy after we got her home. We laid her down after she ate around midnight and then we went to sleep too. At 2:30 I heard her gasp and then I heard nothing so I jumped up, grabbed her out of the pack n play and realized very quickly that she was not breathing. She was what I call PICU blue and was not moving any air. See was still alert and looked to be choking. I immediately started doing what I knew I could do for her, but felt paralyzed because I had nothing that I needed. At the hospital I have suction and all the equipment in the world to help babies, but I had nothing for Ivy. I started suctioning her with the bulb syringe and begged Jonathan to pray OUT LOUD!! After a good minute she started to pink back up and move air. Never did she cry like I wanted her too. Immediately I called the PICU to talk to one of the docs about bringing her in and he agreed that it was the best thing to do. Jonathan and I both felt that she choked on her own mucous(she had been doing this but not to this extent since she was born). We took her to Egleston for peace of mind and to make sure that it was not caused by anything else. They worked her up, gave her antibiotics, and monitored her for two nights. We came home with a monitor for her to wear when she is sleeping. There have not been any more episodes and we are thankful for that.
During all of this I felt a complete peace that everything was okay. After last year with Harrison I struggled with fear a lot. I had a moment the night we got home from Egleston where that fear started to creep back in until I recognized it and chose not to listen. After sharing this with a friend a few days later she told me that she and another friend had been specifically praying about this for me. God is so sweet to protect not only my children, but to protect my heart from being consumed again with fear.
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