So in short to catch up, my application is in to UNCG. I am a graduate school applicant and check my email with some frequency expecting to see the words unfortunately, we're sorry, and fail. Jacob assures me that I won't be seeing that email, but my insecurities carried over. He even brought home a copy of the rejection letter so I could prepare myself.
And my Annabelle is here. On January 5 I gave birth to an amazingly beautiful baby girl... then promptly fell asleep. Clarification: this was not supposed to happen. They prepped me for surgery and injected the anesthesia... a local, so I could meet the little peanut right away. And then the doctor strolls in wearing his wader boots... not joking. Jacob filled me in on this part of the story: he pulls them out of a cabinet and pulls them on before surgery, Jacob giving him a quizzical look. Doc says "I don't care if *birth stuff* gets on my shirt, but I don't want it messing up my shoes!" While this is happening, I'm losing feeling everywhere south of my ribcage, so things are going good. But the anesthesia creeps up on me like a cougar on prey and before too long I'm pulling hard breaths and struggling to stay awake. Local anesthesia became general and I was out for the rest of the procedure... and the two hours afterward. It was all worth it though to see this beautiful face once my eyesight adjusted.
So it's been three weeks since and every minute with her is so wonderful. And I hear her calling for mom now....
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