Being pregnant with Zoe was a trial. I had morning sickness before I knew I was pregnant and the intense nausea lasted the entire pregnancy. I couldn't even think about food without getting sick. I tried everything to make it better. Finally, my mom found biobands online and ordered me some. Though it didn't eliminate my sickness I did find relief enough to eat.
I remember with clarity the day we found out Zoe was a girl. Zach was certain we would have a boy. He was counting on having a boy. When we went in for the ultrasound I was looking at my husband instead of the screen when the doctor made that announcement. The look of horror on Zach's face was so clear. We got in the car after the appointment and sat in silence. I was secretly ecstatic but I could tell Zach wasn't so much. It took a while but finally he got over some of his fears.
The morning of the day Zoe made her arrival Zach got up early and left for work. I was a week before my due date. I was awoken by a phone call from my former boss asking if I would come back to work for him after the baby was born if he allowed me to work part-time. Still laying in bed I called my mom to tell her that news. I was feeling good, energetic, ready to take on the world and get cracking on that to-do list I wanted to complete before baby arrived. I got out of bed to hop in the shower and my water broke. Immediately I called Zach and couldn't reach him. Then I called my mom. "Mom, I think my water just broke." Mom: "What do you mean you think?! Call the doctor!"
I called my doctor and was told to get to the hospital and then tried calling Zach again. Finally I tracked him down and told him that today we were having a baby. While waiting for him to get here I checked my bag, gathered my toiletries and was thinking about taking a shower when Zach arrived. Zach came home: "What are you doing? We have to get going!" Me: "I want to shower first." Zach: "Are you crazy? We are having a baby! We have to get going!!"
Yeah, we lived about 1 minute from the hospital. I was having no contractions. I didn't get my shower...
Once in the hospital they started me on pitocin since I was not dilated or having any other labor symptoms. Holy Cow, when those contractions started! Labor was hard and I had problems delivering Zoe. My last push was going to be my last regardless if she came or not. Zoe Noel Bechtold was born that evening at around 6:30. Her little head was blistered from the vacuum and I was completely exhausted. I had to stay in the delivery room much longer than usual because I kept losing consciousness and I didn't get to hold my daughter until the next day. I also didn't get to have my shower until the next evening.
The first two weeks of precious Zoe's life was (I hate to admit) the hardest days of my life. I was having a difficult recovery, I wasn't producing enough milk to satisfy Zoe, and she never stopped crying. I went days without any sleep and I truly experienced post-partum depression before we got her feedings figured out and things levelled out.
Those two weeks of misery now seem trivial when I look into my love's face. She was a very good baby. Very happy, always smiling. I can't imagine what my life would be life without her in it.
Five years later I can see the young woman my daughter is going to grow into be. She is so compassionate, empathizing with everyone she encounters. She is dramatic, feeling things so intensely. She is stubborn, refusing to budge on what she thinks. She is so much like her mother.
I am so proud of Zoe. I can't wait to see her continue to mature and blossom. Happy birthday, my sweet, loving, silly girl. I love you!
Zoe one day old.
Happy Zoe at 2 months.