Well, she made it, and so did her mother! Gretchen Caroline Stringham was born at 10:38 on Saturday, November 5, 2011, weighing in at a whopping 8 lbs. 14 oz. and was 20.5 inches long. I was already dilated to a six when Dr. Boheen came in to break my water at 7:30 that morning. The anesthesiologist came in pretty much immediately and inserted my epidural, but I have to say I was totally disappointed in it. I don't know if I just wasn't dosing myself enough or if he used a different kind of medication, but the whole point of the epidural is to have a painless delivery, and I'm pretty sure I felt the majority of my contractions. Not exactly how I wanted it to go, but at least it was pretty quick so I didn't have to suffer for too long.
After she was born, Mike and I decided against naming her Zoey. It just didn't seem to fit. Gretchen is a name that we had on our previous girl name list, and our favorite out of the bunch. Kinda funny, but when we looked up the meaning of her name, this is what we found:
Gretchen is a German pet form of Margaret(h)e created from 'Gret' plus the diminutive suffix '-chen'. The German Gretchen is thus roughly equivalent to the English Maggie, both meaning 'pearl.'
Isn't that amusing? Maggie couldn't be more proud. As for the name Caroline, it comes from Mike's great-grandma Caroline Watterson (Dorothy's mother), and another one of his great-grandmothers, Caroline Behan (Barb's grandmother on her father's side). We found out after giving the news to Dorothy that Caroline's birthday was the 7th. Would've been neat to have her on the 7th, but let's be honest....I would've poked myself in the eye having to be pregnant for 2 more days.
Barb spent a few days here helping out with the housework and the kids. It was so nice not to have to worry about any of it, especially since I've been having a harder time recovering this go-round. And, really, who wouldn't want to wake up to fresh baked bread and hot cocoa with marshmallows every morning?
Gretchen is a little beauty. I'm pretty sure I fell in love with her right from the start. I've had to resort to pumping milk for a few days while I recover from her ravaging me, though. Boy does this girl have an appetite! One I wish she could suppress in the wee hours of the night, but we're getting better. (fingers crossed)
Yep, this little girl definitely belongs in our family, and I'm so glad our caboose is finally here and that I never have to do it again.