Meaning: "flatterer, work of the Lord, beloved"; "industrious"
Born on April 10 @ 4:58pm
7 lbs 15.9 oz, 20 inches
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L & D: Amelia arrived 2 weeks early!! I was awakened @ 6 am with the sheets soaked. My water had broken! I nudged Joey awake & told him it was time. We started scrambling around to pack our bags, install the car seat, called our nanny to come over, & headed to the hospital. We hadn't decided on a name yet, either. We arrive @ the hospital, thanked God for our daughter, & prayed for the journey ahead.
9am-1pm: I got checked in & found out that the same anesthesiologist that had given me the epidural last time (& gotten a wet tap from) was the only one on-call. PANIC. (I think this is when Joey conceded the name debate to me.) This was stalling my decision about the epidural even more. However, my Obgyn somehow heard about it, requested another anesthesiologist from Surgery, and I was able to wait for them to arrive. The epidural took, and went smoothly for the rest of l & d. Thank God!!!!! However, while waiting for the surgical anesth, I got to experience some unbearable contractions--I don't know how those women do it w/out drugs.
1-4:58pm: Labor is progressing well. I think I tried to nap, but couldn't. These few hours are a blur. Right before her birth, I began pushing for about 1 minute. She came out! Everything happened so quickly, in comparison to before. It really is easier the 2nd time around.
Day 1: Visitors who brought us dinner. A BIG thank you to Tim also, for picking Joey's mom up at the airport!! (not pictured: Kange. where are you?)
Day 2: Rebecca meets her sister!
You'd think she was happy to meet her little sister, seeing from this photo. She actually pushed the baby away after taking the above photos. 
Day 3:
Proud gohmoh, and cousins Caleb & Casey. (not pictured, D, Rylan, & Nixon. where are you?)
Son brought over a feast enough to feed a small country. There were actually only 4 adults in the room.
Day 3, Homecoming:
Commissioned by mi mama, put together by my MIL & hubby. I was so surprised--they really got me!
One of several vases of long-stemmed roses placed about the house for me to find. 
It's now Day 5 as I write this. It's quite a culture shock to be back in the infant stage. Feedings every 2 hours, elephant feet/legs, painful engorgement, recovering from birth, breastfeeding kicking my butt, is all a huge shock to the system. However, this time around, the first few weeks aren't clouded by a fog of pain, and things seem so much better than with Rebecca. I am present. And it's a comfort and wistfulness as I think this is the last time we will go through this. So I am not as resentful of the lack of personal time or sleep. I am a mom of two girls. WOW. It's gonna be an amazing ride.
