Bianca Lively: SHE is here: Mikaela's Birth Story


SHE is here: Mikaela's Birth Story

Mikaela Renee

April 6th, 2016
7 lbs 13 oz 
21 inches long

I can't believe my baby GIRL is here. She had us all fooled. We thought she was a boy. The entire pregnancy was completely different from Sophia. Although I still ate as healthy as I could, and worked out just as much, she just moved a lot. And she made my body hurt so much towards the end. We did skip the leg cramps this time around though! Those were KILLER with Sophia. 

This pregnancy was bittersweet. I cried a lot, I stressed more than I should have, and I went through so much. It's pretty sad to have to say it this way, and not for Mikaela's sake, but for the relationship with my husband. She was a ticking time bomb. Her appearance was either going to make it or break it for C and I. And even he agreed. He was only coming by till she was born. Once she was here, he was giving me the papers. The divorce papers... So, you can imagine me just wanting her in my belly, forever. We had a scheduled c-section with Mikaela and had to be there by 10:00am. It wasn't until two days prior, that I convinced C to drive me to the hospital. The day of, was not how I had imagined it would be. He pulled up to the house, I got into the car, and the 20 minute drive, felt like 3 hours. Silence. Pure, silence. I just wanted to get there. Right as we were exiting the freeway, I began to cry. We both knew what was happening. We both knew this was gonna be it. Once the baby was here, that was the end to both of us. 

We finally arrived and they checked us in quickly. Got me changed and I walked into the operating room. This time, much alert and well aware of my surroundings they laid me down and the anesthesiologist did her thing but it was such a horrible experience. The medication didn't sit well with me, I felt super hot, then super cold and immediately had a massive headache that wouldn't allow me to see straight or even open my eyes. I held onto my face, thinking my head is going to literally, explode and I am gonna die. Call me dramatic, but I couldn't help but think, maybe this isn't supposed to happen right now. Why is God stalling this? What is the problem? She finally fixed me, the pain went away and we were ready to roll. They finally let C in the room. No one in that operating room knew anything besides our doctor and as soon as the doctor came in and he asked "okay, are we ready to see if its a boy or girl?!" I immediately began to cry so much that I couldn't stop shivering. Hyperventilating, asking the doctor to please give me a second. I wasn't ready for this moment. He knew all along what had been happening. Like I said in my previous post, I had been in and out of the hospital. I was high risk those last few months. That doctor was my savior.  

My nurse above my head said to C "go ahead, sir. Hold your wife's hand." I looked at him from the side, and whispered "you don't have too.." and closed my eyes. He put his hand on my hand and to me it just felt meaningless. Heartless. I cried more. The nurse then said "its okay, you're going to see your new baby any minute!" but they had no idea what was going through my mind. The doctor asked again, "okay, Bianca are we ready now? Lets get this baby out so you can love on him/her for a lifetime." I couldn't hold my composure. I was a MESS. Finally, I relaxed, closed my eyes and they began the surgery. Just like I did with Sophia, I remember feeling that exact moment that they took her out. Not knowing what the sex was, we waited... For what felt like forever. "it's......a...... beautiful... baby.....GIRL!" 

OH. MY. GOSH! A baby girl! A little sister for Sophia! A sidekick! They cleaned her up, and brought her straight to me and I just couldn't stop kissing her. I was so happy.  We had no name picked yet. She was just so beautiful. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. SHE WAS EXACTLY what I needed, to feel whole again. All the bedrooms were taken, so they kept us in the recovery room for over 3 hours. We had 3 hours of bonding time. Just me, C and the baby. I let C pick her name out since I picked out Sophia. And he's always wanted the name Michaela but instead he chose  to spell it like Mikaela because it is Swedish and the meaning is "who is like God?". I loved it. And agreed.

Sophia seeing her baby sister for the first time, was pure magic. SHE WAS MEANT, to be a big sister. Oh, my heart.
 My entire family showed up. And I felt so complete. I now had two baby girls. And they are all I need. I can't help but be so thankful for my mother-in-law, Cyndi. my mother Gaby, my mom and Dad Maria and Alfredo and both of my grandmas, for coming to the rescue and taking turns to stay with me the months after Mikaela's birth to help me around the house, help me clean, cook and entertain Sophia. You don't realize how much family comes together when times are rough. Extremely, Blessed.

Here is to being a momma, of two..GIRLS!

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