Farrah Emery Martin

Since I have a little down time, I thought I should get around to typing up a bit about the birth of our second daughter, Farrah.

As you know, if you've read my last two posts, it was nearly impossible to get this girl and the doctors on the same page as myself concerning when her arrival would be. I wanted her asap and she and the doctors would have let her turn 18 before exiting my body. After my scheduled induction (on my due date) fell through, I was told I was put on the list to be induced first thing in the morning five days later. Monday night finally rolled around and despite all my cleaning and preparation, I felt no excitement for the morning to come. Infact, I felt nauseous and doubtful that things would turn out the way I had previously hoped. To be honest, I felt like God was giving me the opposite of what I wanted just to teach me a lesson that I couldn't seem to figure out. SO.. I did my best not to feel anything, as to not get my hopes up again, only to be obliterated for the third time. The hospital never called us, so we called them. They said to plan on coming in at 6 a.m. but to "call ahead of time, just incase." Ohhhh that famous phrase... I know it all too well! David stubbornly, resentfully, and rightfully told me we were not going to call in the morning but to simply show up instead. That's what we did. About a minute before we got there, a nurse called and asked if we were still planning on coming in. I said we were almost there and she asked if we had tried to call anytime that morning. Nope!

When we got to the hospital and were checked into a room, they informed us that they were short staffed and had thought about postponing my induction... you can imagine how I would have felt in that moment. Anyway, they had to call in extra nurses so I waited until 7:30 to start the induction, but I was just happy to be there!

Around 10:30 my contractions were painful enough to get an epidural. Skipping all the gory details, my water broke and I was ready to push at 3:30 p.m. My doctor thought it'd be awesome to stand outside my door to eat some ice cream and have a nice chat with the other nurses while I sat there fully dilated and feeling the pain get stronger. I hadn't pushed my epidural button because I had assumed I was about to have the baby and it would take 15 minutes for the medicine to kick in. Silly me.. the doctor stood right outside for a half hour. By the time he came in to deliver the baby, I pushed one time and there she was!

So Farrah Emery Martin was born at 4:00 p.m. on April 2, 2013 weighing 7 lbs. 0 oz. and was 20 inches long. A FULL HEAD OF BLACK HAIR on her too! I was so excited she wasn't bald like Lilly and I were!

Well, the rest is history. Recovery has been difficult for my body. It's been 10 days and I'm still dependent on percocet to get me through. But it's felt wonderful to hold a newborn again. Emotionally, I am doing so much better than the pregnancy me. I'm so excited to be able to exercise and get feeling back to normal right as summer comes into view! Lilly enjoys touching her little sister's hands and feet and kissing her on the head. She's been really good. Farrah and I are still working out kinks in sleep and nursing habits, but overall, it's been great. And of course, David is a hard working, happy daddy that adores his three little girls!

Welcome to the Martin family, Farrah. We hope you like it here :)