Lila Lowdown:
And the story concludes and begins... all in the same day.

6/28/2009 11:00:00 AM
Bottom line?

That Lila is a good listener.

We really wanted her to be born on Father's Day - and low and behold, she listened.

Here's a brief synopsis.

Sunday 6/21 (The day after The Lionel's Birthday/Father's Day) - Contractions. Dilation. Checked into hospital around 11 am. Moving along perfectly. Contractions didn't hurt in the beginning.

(See? I was smiling.) Contractions hurt like all hell toward the end. She was in the Panama (i.e. the birth canal) - ready to go. I was dilating. Craig was amazing.

Craig was amazing.

Craig was amazing*.

(*We were both really interested in what kind of going-through-labor woman I'd be. Would I scream? Would I swear? Would I want him to touch me? Would I want him in the hallway? As it turns out, he just knew what I needed. And oddly - I just needed him near me. I just needed to feel his hand, his arm, his pant leg, his shirt, something... Just knowing he was there helped.

I tell you what. He's a good one.)

Moving on.

So we're at the point where the Dr. could absolutely feel.her.head.

It was approximately 10:30 p.m., I was dilated to six, still no epidural.
I had made it clear that I was now, "READY FOR THE EPIDURAL, THANK YOU VERY MUCH."

(I kept putting it off. Why? I have no idea.)

Any inhibitions I had regarding showing my body, moaning, crying or dealing were completely erased at this point. Luckily, only Craig and the Dr. and the non-English speaking (!!!) nurses were the ones who got to witness this.

During all of this I put into practice my "child preparation class breathing" and promptly hyperventilated. And lost my up-close/near vision. That was terrifying. I kept thinking, "OMG. I'm not going to be able to see my baby."

There comes a time in labor, or at least my labor - that one's body starts shaking uncontrollably because one's body has never, I repeat never, encountered that much pain before.

That was really somethin'.

My Dr. was there for an HOUR with me before I gave birth. (Again, go Mexico.)

So, I get wheeled into the operating room in preparation to deliver my child. Who is stuck somewhere in my vagina.

Who I can feel is stuck in my vagina. Think bowling ball in a straw. That's what it felt like. (Sorry male readers.)

(Holy wow. It hurt.)

We get in there, I'm moaning. Eyes closed. Begging the English-speaking anesthesiologist to, "Please, please, please hurry up. Please? Please can you hurry? Please. Hurry. HURRY UP."

(Such a lovely man.)

Craig, meanwhile, is putting on scrubs. Has his camera in his hand and is

We're just minutes away, right?

Then - maybe what, three minutes later I felt better. All because of the epidural.

My abdominal-area - particular my "area" was pain-free! In fact, better yet - I couldn't even FEEL from my middle abdomen to my knees. (Or so.)

It was heaven. Bliss.

Craig was there.
The Dr. was there.

I was dilating like a crazy woman.


Well, then my heartbeat dropped.

Consequently, Lila's heartbeat dropped.

The optimal heartbeat for a little one during labor is between 120 and 140 bpm. Throughout my labor and contractions pre-epidural, Lila was a strong 117 - 120. Which was good enough!

When our heartbeats dropped, she dipped to about 86, 87, 89, 84 bpm.

I remember hearing my Dr. say, "Ok. If she doesn't rebound within 3 minutes - we need to get her out."

I go silent.

SCARED silent.

Not even two minutes later, she dipped to 78 bpm.

I closed my eyes. And shook.

I remember repeating, "Please just get her out. Please. Please. Please."

Not even two minutes later, the Dr. said, "I know this is not your birth plan, but we are going to get her out now."

So, a curtain went up between myself and my lower-half. I waited for what seemed like an eternity (but was less than 5 minutes) listening to C. and my Dr. calmly tell me exactly what was happening... (Craig watched it all.)


Less than 5 minutes later - at approximately 11:55 p.m. on Father's Day - Lila Ross was born.

And screaming.
And sucking on her hand.
And not covered in any of that icky vernix stuff.

Dear friends. I was terrified. I was scared. I remember just praying, "Please, Lord... please... please... please... protect her."

And He did.

I will tell you what - there is nothing...I repeat nothing better than hearing your baby cry as she enters this world.


And that is how I came to have an emergency c-section, as opposed to the "vaginal, WITH DRUGS, birth" that we had preferred and was duly noted in our "birth plan."

I had not expected to have a c-section. In fact, I had skipped over the c-section facts in all of the books. However, at that moment - when we were all watching the monitor - it didn't matter. Birth plan be damned - get that baby out.

(Note: Yes, you can feel them tugging out the baby. It's crazy.)


Post c-section, I was briefly introduced to my cupcake.

Then, I promptly fell asleep on the OR table as Lila was whisked away by the pediatrician (named, Lupita. Awesome.) and Craig. She was cleaned and weighed and tested. She did perfectly on her APGAR test and did indeed have a cone head.

Craig picked out her first outfit (you bring your own clothes to the hospitals here), dressed her, helped bathe her and bonded with her for the ENTIRE time that I was out. Yay.


Again, after about 45 minutes I was placed back in my room. My husband went across the hall to the baby-toaster-ovens and came back in holding our daughter. As if he had been meant to hold this particular being since forever. As if for years and years and years he was just supposed to be Lila's Daddy. He was so calm. So confident. And so in control.

It was the moment I had been waiting to see.

He placed her in my arms and I said hello.

And it was like we were old friends, meeting up again - this time in a new place. With Lila on the outside and in my arms - where she belongs.

I cried.
She is beautiful.
And perfect.

Then we fell asleep.


The three of us stayed in the hospital all day Monday (Fergie's birthday) and until about 2 p.m. on Tuesday.

We took pictures of her before we left. This one is meant to show scale. :) (However I hope she loves technology as much as I do.)

And then it was time to leave. Here's C. and his daughter.

I'll be honest, I was pretty loopy after the epidural - it didn't sit well with me. The residual effects were a bit tough. My body felt like it had just played in 2 Super Bowls, sans pads or protective gear.

In Mexico - you don't get a choice, the baby rooms in with with you. (Which we preferred.) My only job was to nurse her - Craig handled everything else. The burping, the swaddling, the cuddling, the diaper-changing. He was amazing. (And continues to be.)

(That's Lila's on her Daddy's lap the day after she was born.)

The experience of having my baby in a Mexican hospital was fantastic. The Dr.'s were great. The nurses were different. There were some cultural differences that were annoying - and definitely some language barriers - but we made it through with flying colors.

She weighed just 6 lbs, 8 oz. (1 oz. less than I weighed at birth) and was 20.5 inches long. She looks nothing like me - but instead is a spitting image of her Daddy. (The Dr. was right.) She might have my nose - but everything else seems to be all Craig. Which he loves.

A week later, she's still wearing preemie clothes, which I love. She could stay like this forever, if you ask me.

And, we cannot forget Ferg. She loves her sister. She kisses her all the time. Here they are meeting for the first time.

Ferg loves checking out Lila's accouterments. Here she is in the boppy. And no, we didn't pose her like that. It's Ferg. She thinks up the poses -- we merely take the photos.

So, dear friends - that is how La-La-La-Lila came to be.

I am happy. I am so happy.

So is Lila.

Now, we're ready to have some fun and see what this new chapter brings.

Clearly, Lila's ready, too.


P.S. Thank you for all of your kind words and comments this past week. I've loved reading them. Your support means so much...


And Trophy Life - your guesstimate on Lila's birthdate was the closest. :)

"Born June 21, 2009
Weight: 7 lbs, 8 oz., 19.5 inches long"

Just let me know where you'd like that donation to go. :) Email me, sista.


  1. All I can say is Amen!!! A very happy ending for a very happy couple...that is pregnancy!!! God bless your family and charish every moment...the world is lucky to have "Lila Ross"in it!

  2. THE best blog post I've ever read. It made me laugh out loud (bowling ball & straw AND Lila w/ the sunglasses and paci) as well as tear up (many diff parts).

    I'm so happy for you. You are all too cute for your own goods. Even the Ferg.

    Awesome. that's all I can say.

  3. And you thought registering was hard! Ha! :)
    I couldn't be happier for you guys. I saw that picture of the two of you and thought "hey! that's my old roommate! and look. that's her baby!"
    You've just prevailed through the first really difficult part of parenthood. I can't say it gets any easier. But it's always just as sweet. :)
    Love you all.

  4. Wonderful! Thank you for sharing all this. It helps close the distance.

    Maybe (2 years later) I'll get around to writing mine.

  5. This was WONDERFUL to read!!


    I too was teary-eyed & smiling at the same time as I was reading this, I am just SO SO very happy for you and C. and Lila is just perfect!! I can't wait to hear all the stories to come! Loved this post :)

  6. Ky, I cried through this entire post. How beautiful! Mil felicidades :)

  7. P.S. I loved the scale picture next to the blackberry - She IS tiny!!

  8. Oh Kylee, this was so sweet. I can feel your happiness through the Internets.

    Thumbs up for Craig! That's one special guy you've got there. You are all very blessed.

    Lila is even more beautiful and perfect than we all knew she would be.

  9. Sigh. . . loved it. . . every last word. . . thanks for sharing.

    Sigh. . .

  10. Wow. What a story, Kylee. I am so glad you are all safe and healthy, and so happy for you. Thank you so much for taking us on your journey with you up through this point... Can't wait to continue it with you in the future too:)

    Lila is absolutely beautiful! Can't wait for more pics:)

  11. Once again you, as you have historically, made me happily cry. I think it was that first picture of C with his daughter or that picture of you holding her for the first time. How spectacular. I'm so jealous that you got drugs for your birth, however, I do NOT envy the C-Section thing. I think it's those moments, those kinds of deliveries, that make the stories and the appreciation for them that much greater. :-)
    Sorry for the long ass comment

  12. i love the pouty bottom lip, the sunglasses, Lila asleep on your chest, The Ferg - posing on her own, the iphone picture, the story, the perfect cupcake who is now in your arms in the outside world, and your blog post about all of it. i love it. i'm so happy for you.

  13. oh, and P.S. - I WON THE CONTEST!! i will email you!

  14. tear. sniff. smile. i love it. all of it. thanks for continuing to share your stories with us, k. lila is a very, very lucky little cupcake to have you for her mama. (and c for her pa!)

  15. thanks for sharing this story.

    and congrats again. :)

    she is absolutely perfect.

    sending big hugs to the 3 of you (and fergie too!)

  16. It's been said before, but I'll say it again. Lila is beautiful and thank you for sharing your story with us! I can't wait to read what happens to the four of you (can't forget the Ferg) in this new chapter in your life. Congratulations!!

  17. Amazing...Perfect.... I love you both! Thank you, for letting me share in the story!

  18. K, you are amazing! Thank you for sharing your story. I am so thankful for our God who diligently watched over and protected all of you through the delivery and pray he will continue to do so as you and C raise her.

    You two were made for this.

  19. Kylee, I am so happy for you and Craig. Congratulations and thank you for sharing your and Lila's amazing, scary, miraculous birth story.

    Enjoy EVERY moment. They grow way too fast. WAY too fast.

    Love you bunches!

  20. What a great post, I'm so impressed that you're blogging right now! You rock!! Seriously, it's just awesome that you're keeping everyone up-to-date this way. It makes me wish that I had my blog when I had my girls! You'll love going back to these posts when Lila is older.

    What a sweet little girl! I am loving her outfits too, by the way! Congrats again to you and C.!

  21. What an amazing account, Ky. Just beautiful, and scary, and amazing. I felt right there with you -- I am so thankful you are all doing so well!! Love you (I'll say it again, you are amazing and a TROOPER), love Craig (what an amazing husband and dad he is -- go Craig. Seriously.) and love that little Lila. Could just smooch her nose right now. :) Love you all.

  22. I could not be happier for you! Lila is precious! Hope you are healing well ... <3

  23. Wow, what a day, for sure!

    I'm glad she's here, I'm glad it happened so quickly (the end part anyway) and I'm glad that C is doing well with her! That part just melts my heart!

  24. My heart was pounding while reading this. THANK YOU FOR POSTING IT! I cannot believe you can put your birth story into words.

    You are incredible.

  25. Wow, Kylee. What a story. I'm so glad you both are safe & happy. What a precious gift you have there. And, once again, you made me cry. Darn you! :)

    Congratulations again, friend.

  26. Thank you for all of your kind words, everyone. :)

  27. I know that this is probably irrelevant compared to Lila's AWESOME birth story and how TOTALLY CUTE she is, but man... you have lovely hair.

    That is all.


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