For the last couple of weeks of my pregnancy with Opal, I cleared my calendar and decided to do my best to enjoy my remaining time with just three girls to care for and spend quality time with them, as well as take quality time for myself. Once I shifted my perspective from the challenges of being extremely pregnant to one of savoring the last few weeks of life as I currently knew it, the girls and I had a lovely week or two. This could be my last time being pregnant, and it was definitely my last few weeks with Violet as my youngest baby. We were having such a cozy time of it that when Opal decided to arrive six days early, I was almost disappointed! Almost. I was of course excited to meet my littlest gal, and hold her safe in my arms. In the below pictures in clockwise order from top left: the girls and I snuggling just days before Opal was born, my parents making freezer meals for me that fit my dietary issues, and the pacifier clips and bunny ear teether that I made for Opal with the fabric that reminded us of an outfit of Luke's that we found when I was first pregnant with Opal.
Early Sunday morning of what would be Opal's birthday, I got up to use the bathroom for what felt like the 100th time that night, and as was my habit, went to check that Violet's covers were neatly on her, as that guarantees that she sleeps better. As I reached down to adjust her blankets, my water broke. About two hours later, after the fastest and most intense labor of my life, Opal arrived! We were lucky we made it to the hospital in time, and I was lucky that her labor was so fast that I didn't need any medication intervention, as I was very nervous that I would be allergic to them based on my issues during this pregnancy.
Once the shock of her fast arrival started to wear off, Will and I settled in to enjoy our newest little gal while we waited for our other three gals to wake up so that we could call them and tell them our news. I couldn't wait for them to come and meet Opal and as we were talking to them on the phone, a nurse in my room mentioned that no children under the age of 12 were allowed to visit, as it was Flu Season.
Oh, the heartbreak as we told Lucy, Emma and Violet, that the moment we had all been waiting for was going to be delayed another 48 hours at least. I had bought matching headbands to surprise the big sisters with when they came to meet Opal who would be wearing a matching headband in the hospital. Will and I quickly regrouped, and he went home with the older girls headbands and we agreed to FaceTime with them wearing the headbands. This helped the girls a little bit, and when Will returned to the hospital, he brought gifts from the girls for Opal. Here Opal is below in the top, left hand picture wearing the bracelet Lucy made for her, next to the picture that Violet colored for her.
The rest of my stay at the hospital was very quiet. I had a great view of a frozen pond and some woods from my window and even enjoyed watching gorgeous, big snowflakes fall from the sky. As much as I wished the girls could come and visit, it did make for a relaxing and peaceful oasis for me, away from the hectic life I would soon enter back into. I had brought my essential oil diffuser to use during labor (there was no time) that I then used for the next day or so (until a nurse came in and unplugged it and said they were not allowed in the hospital - ah well, I still got good use out of it prior to that!) as well as a meditation book, my favorite teas, and even a grounding mat (connects you to the calming energy of the earth by plugging into the grounding hole in a standard electrical outlet). Despite my long nights in the hospital of no sleep and no help (Will spent the next two nights at home with the girls), I have to say that my time spent at the hospital with Opal will be a cherished memory of mine, as just Opal and I got to bond, get to know each other, and relax in quiet and peace. It also helped that all of my meals were brought to me on a tray.
And then, the happy reunion when we got home! Here my girls are, all together at last.
Since Opal was due on St. Patrick's Day, which was also the day Luke was supposed to be born via a planned c-section exactly ten years prior, the headbands I had bought for Opal's arrival had shamrocks on them. Nothing like matching accessories to help bond sisters for life.
The next excited family members to meet Opal were the Grandmas and Grandpas. Opal is the fifth grandchild on Will's side, and the tenth on my side. I'd say those are both lucky numbers to be!
Here is Opal below meeting some of her aunts and uncles. In clockwise order from the top left: Uncle John, Uncle Mike, Aunt Jenna, Aunt Jane, Uncle Pat, Aunt Cate, Aunt Joelle, and Aunt Maureen.
And here is Opal meeting her cousins for the first time. She has one more cousin to meet who was born in December and lives in Florida and who happens to be her God Sister too.
Next to meet were all of our friends. Below are friends giving Opal sweet snuggles...
...and more friends giving Opal love.
The big sisters were so excited about their new baby, that we ended up putting them on "sister shifts" as the fighting over whose turn it was to hold Opal was wearing Will and I down fast.
Statements like, "we don't kiss eyeballs" and "please don't yank her head" became regular requests, as the girls adjusted to life with a newborn.
Opal had some jaundice after we brought her home and was extra sleepy from that. She was very difficult to wake up when it was time for her to eat, and because of that, we ended up having to take her for weight checks at the doctor every other day until she turned two weeks old and regained her birth weight. Once her jaundice cleared up, she began eating and gaining weight like a champ. Here Will and I are below, enjoying newborn cuddles and me, breathing in that wonderful newborn scent.
Pictures in clockwise order from top left below: Opal at her first chiropractor appointment, crocus that were in bloom in our yard the day Opal was born, Opal by the running faucet at the kitchen sink as the sound helps soothe her crying, the big sisters waiting at one of Opal's weight checks, and finally, Opal in a deep sleep at one of her weight checks.
One of my favorite newborn things to do is take my babies to the nearby pottery studio for a tile with their footprints on it. Here Opal is below, of course sleeping through the entire thing. We did not live by this pottery studio when Lucy was born, and we never got to bring Luke home, so one Christmas a few years ago, Will surprised me with their footprints on tiles. He had gone to the studio with their ink footprints from the day each of them were born, and replicated them onto the tiles. One of my most favorite presents from Will ever (I'd say most favorite, but Will excels at perfect gift-giving).
Once Opal's jaundice cleared up, she became a lighter sleeper and also more vocal about her likes and dislikes. She does not like diaper changes, getting her clothes changed, or baths. She also prefers to sleep in our arms, or in a small cradle type seat called a Rock and Play that we got when Violet was a newborn and is in my opinion the only other piece of equipment besides the car seat that you need for a newborn (Violet and now Opal prefers to sleep in this over the crib at this age). Even baby bath tubs are optional in my opinion, as you can see below in the top left hand picture. Opal getting her first bath with an underwhelmed Violet who had been counting down the days until she could take a bath with Opal. Opal screamed at the top of her lungs the entire bath, and my heart hurt for Violet who had expected a much different experience. Perhaps Opal was voicing her opinion about how her very first bath was also underwhelming to her, as we didn't use the infant bathtub, and she had to share the water with a sister. Fourth daughter problems for sure!
We also decided not to do the professional newborn photos at the hospital that we did with each of her older sisters because they were a ton of money - I swear the price has gone up with each child to the point where now it's just crazy - but also because her sisters were not allowed to come to the hospital and if we were going to pay that much money, we would have wanted everyone in them. So, we tried to replicate the photos at home. Once Opal's jaundice cleared up I was able to get a couple of good newborn photos with her eyes open.
But, I still wanted professional photos with the entire family. My friend Emilee does amazing work, and has been photographing my family since Violet was a baby. Here are the photos below that she took when Opal was about four days old.
The top two photos below depict such a real life moment at our house with the kids climbing all over Will, with me looking on with amusement. Soon enough Opal will be in the mix, wrestling with her sisters and Will.
The above two pictures show so perfectly Will's and my thoughts and feelings on our bonus baby. We are so glad that she is here safe and sound, and as for Will, it is the culmination of a vision he had before we were even married - that we would have four girls. He was so certain of his fate, that the Christmas BEFORE I was pregnant with Opal, he had secretly gone to Target and bought the fourth color choice of the matching bed quilts I had bought Lucy, Emma and Violet for Christmas. He proudly revealed this quilt to me after we found out that Opal was a girl.
And below are the three big sisters, so happy to have their own real life baby doll to mother and at times, smother with their love and affection. The photographer asked Emma to pick out a book to read for the below photo, and I had to smile when I saw the book Emma picked: "I'm a Big Sister".
I think it is safe to say as I type this on Opal's six week birthday, that we are almost adjusted to our newest addition. The girls have been a great help after the learning curve was figured out (yes, you have to share her with your other sisters, and no, eyeballs cannot be kissed) and we seem to have settled into a new routine which involves lots of flexibility and low expectations. A friend of mine likened life with a newborn as caveman-esque - only the essentials like sleeping and eating are a priority, as we must conserve energy. This is so true, and I am also reminded of advice someone (or I read in a book?) gave me a couple of babies ago about how in the beginning there are just tough weeks. Then, as your baby grows, it becomes tough days with good days sprinkled in. And then before you know it, it becomes just a few rough moments in otherwise great days. Finally, you look back and realize you've made it and your life can afford more than just the essentials and you are doing creative craft projects with your kids and cooking meals that actually use multiple ingredients and a recipe. I do not want this phase of survival to be rushed, as newborn smells fade and once they can move, the snuggles become fewer and farther between. It just helps to get through the rough spots of newborn life with a little perspective, thanks to Opal being my fourth daughter and the wise advice of family and friends.
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