Tuesday Special

Four years ago today I was mellow when I should’ve been scared. That’s a complete understatement. I can hardly remember what I did during the day, but I do remember what I didn’t do. I knew I was having Estella the next day and that I should be preparing to bring a baby girl home. Instead I didn’t even pack a bag or a cute outfit to bring her home in. I had a room prepared and I was ready to finally give birth. Only I wasn’t really sure if she would be coming home at all.

Here we are at 7 months-we both had our babies in Sept and I don't think they were more than a week apart

I just knew this one was different from my first. I knew that gaining less than 50 pounds this time around was a miracle. I hear your second is always bigger and since Tommy was 9.9 when he was born and is now 6’2” I just knew she should have been HUGE. And of course we all know what that does to me. POOF-big as a house! She didn’t move around as often. To tell you the truth I didn’t notice any of these. They were just comparisons against having a very big active boy. I liked carrying a little girl. I was more prepared this time. When they announced it was a girl all 9 of us (you should have seen the technicians face when they kept coming!) hugged, laughed and Tommy cried. I knew it was girl before she was even a twinkle in my eye. If I continued to have babies I think I would have another girl or two before a boy rolled out.

The night before her delivery, which would be today-Tommy could hardly keep his emotions in check. I was exhausted with all the questioning and having to think about her being born. Tommy worried all night and we cried for awhile.

The first thing I remember the dr said about Estella was that she reached her arm out of my womb. Then joked to her daddy that baby was asking for his credit card. Little did we know just how true that would be come. I immediately cried when she did. I finally had let my wall of faith crumble and I wanted to tell them to put her back! She was whisked away with daddy and I barley saw her china doll face. Tommy had the biggest grin like a Cheshire cat! He had no second guesses about leaving his wife to care for his daughter. He watched as they prepped her for surgery. She was stuck with needles, IV’s, and had tubes shoved through her nose and mouth. I can’t even imagine watching that be done. A nurse came in with an old Polaroid of my goopy eyed girl. Her arms at this point where already taped to boards to hold her still. The faded picture was so fresh it became clearer before my own eyes. It was all I would get to see for almost 2 days. It was a shot of her chest and above. Not exposing the massive intestines and reproductive organs that were exposed.

Instead of being able to plan when I could take her home, I was planning how I would go out in public with out a newborn?! Have you ever done that? Leave a maternity ward were your arms ache more than your belly that now had a scar from hip to hip? It felt wrong.

One of the best days of my life was when I went with Estefan to pick up Estella and take her HOME! Till this day I can’t believe when they told me, “do you wanna take her home tomorrow?” Later I would learn that it was too soon but she never went back. My sweet 5 pounder came home on Friday the 13th. It was a good day. One of the best.

She wore a pumpkin hat that I had to roll a couple of times to fit her small head. The Dr. who did the surgery even commented on her “perfect little head.” Of all the babies he had stood over to fix at Sunrise, he couldn’t remember one having a better shaped head. I totally agreed! It really was just so round and proportioned so well. It shocked the heck out of Estefan when I placed her next to him and he pulled of her hat.Until that day he hadn't seen mommy hold his baby sister or touched her tiny hands. Maybe he believed it was all a hoax. He couldn't believe her hair was like black cotton! FUZZZ



Happy Birthday My Miracle Miracle Baby-cause all babies are miracle but she beat the odds twice

Just days before we left:)