Ophelia Bloom -- born at home on the most perfect July afternoon.
On the days leading up to her birth, I was starting to lose my cool. I just wanted her here with us already. I was sick of being pregnant and was doing everything I could to coax her out, but nothing seemed to work. She already had a mind of her own -- and she picked the perfect day to come.
The day before she was born, we spent what was to be our last day as a family of three. We wandered the upper east side, got lunch at one of our favorite places, afterwards we had ice cream and visited with Michael's grandparents. The perfect summer day.
I was going to walk all the way home in hopes that it would trigger something, but decided against it. I was already tired and didn't feel like exerting tons of energy to only be disappointed. Instead, when we got home Michael and I had a corona and listened to Dr Dre's, The Chronic. We danced and joked and I bounced up and down while eating hot cheetos.
A few hours later, at around 12:30am, my water broke. I was excited - overjoyed and full of so many nerves I felt like I was going to burst! THE BABIES COMING!
I called my mom right away.
I wasn't having contractions yet so I took a shower and started setting things up just waiting to feel the first one. They did not start. My mom arrived at the apartment and we all went back to bed. Throughout the rest of the night they started coming slowly -- I slept. Only waking up as they came and went.
By 7am they were coming regularly. We filled up the pool. Had coffee and breakfast and waited it out.
By 10:30am I called the midwife.
Olive was wide-eyed and curious with excitement.
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