Avery Lola Mangum
Born May 5, 2008 11:31am
7 pounds 7 ounces, 20 inches long
Big dark eyes, a little dark hair, and a button chin
My water broke just as May fifth rolled in to the quiet of our darkened room at home. We took our time. We woke and whispered to Seth, "She's coming." I shuffled around the house gathering necessities for the hospital until we finally drove down at 3 am. The streets were relatively quiet for that hour in that part of Phoenix but their corners were buzzing with activity. We left that behind and settled in a spacious room over looking downtown and the Diamondback's Chase Stadium. As the sun rose on a characteristically clear day my doctor came in "smiling" at my hopes for a natural delivery and my claims that my babies don't waste time once they've decided to join the world. He left with visions of a May 6th birth...
Fifteen minutes later, she decided. And all forces were a go. I waddled and moaned around the room (thankfully untied to the bed) while Craig and my mother (who arrived just in time for labor to begin) breathed me through the contractions for four hours.
Then, the most ridiculous thing happened. Everything in my body and mind and heart and in the whole Universe began to tell me to PUSH!!! And everyone else was saying WAIT! I began yelling, SHE'S COMING NOW! I needed the pain to end and nothing was going to wait for this little girl. I tried to comply until the doctor arrived then not so quietly informed him to GET HER OUT! He quietly complied and at 11:31 on the morning of Cinco de Mayo, Avery Lola was born.
Born. Bright pink and petite. Our littlest one yet. Yet, so strong. So perfect. With breath you could drink and eyes easy to sink into, she is our little bird. "I'll call her Aves", said her Dad this morning. Avery, nobility, you fit here so well. Lola, strong woman, you are beautiful and here and mine.