This pregnancy was a long long wait for me, and a very busy one at that. Danny had a new job that required him to be gone for 7 to 10 day stretches at a time, we remodeled an entire house, then packed up and moved into the new one, shopping for furniture nonstop, still blogging, I was 2x sicker than other pregnancies, and last she was 8 long days late (which I was expecting she would come early since my other 2 did). I can complain a little right? I’m was pregnant! So, naturally, I was equally excited to meet the little lady and to not be pregnant anymore.
At the 36 week check up the doctor told me I was 80% effaced and a centimeter dilated, aka, I thought baby was coming soon. but no. I had to wait over 5 more weeks. In fact she was due a few days after Danny came home from his second to last trip and we were both certain he wasn’t going to make it in time to see me deliver. But he did make it, and during that next week and a half , after over thinking every Braxton hicks and shock of pain, and after my obgyn finally got back from his vacation, we finally gave in and scheduled to be induced. Which unluckily for me was 10 short hours before his flight to LA. So I desperately begged my mom to come watch the kids for the next 5 days till Danny returned (which I’m eternally grateful for, thanks mom!).
The actual “birth story” is quite short. Really, it was just over a 2 hours. So Monday the 27th I woke up extra early, got ready and set off for the hospital. When we arrived we waited in a room full of other other pregnant ladies waiting to be induced. I guess everyone else had a long weekend too. Once they got us checked in, I promptly told the nurses and doctor that my husband was leaving in the afternoon and we need to make this happen. asap. Which I was a little bummed about since the labor is my favorite part (I know I’m super weird). They started the inducing at 8:00, broke my water a little after that. Then after an hour or so of contractions, and I don’t say that lightly, it was my turn for the epidural. Glorious epidurals. I told the nurse that soon after the epidural I will be ready to go, literally every time I have an epidural I jump to 10cm. Low and behold 10 minutes later (yes 10!!) I was fully dilated. Baby came after a few pushes (sorry, tmi) and there you have it. Just over 2 hours of labor. Maybe uneventful to some, but very grateful that there was nothing unexpected like with my first baby.
She came out squishy (8 pounds) and swollen with my curly hair, my juicy cheeks, my dad’s dark eyes, my mom’s cute ears and cleft chin. Oh and she is TALL! Which didn’t surprise me at all since most of the women on both of my parent’s side are tall (why am I only 5’2″?!). And she was mad. Cried for the next hour, mad about leaving her cozy place. Just cried on and off every few minutes. She didn’t eat that whole day, literally nothing. She wasn’t even interested. We ran a few tests, but she was fine. And in the early morning that next day, we found out her stomach was chalk full of amniotic fluid (after vomiting it all out, poor little thing). Then she was starving….yay, I could feed her! Finally I could get the breastfeeding started and get this whole newborn thing going. Everything after that was pretty normal. Except she slept like a dream for the first 3 months, I actually slept 7 hours a night. Quite the contrast with my boys who woke up every 1.5 to 3 hours every night till they were 1, so her amazing sleeping skills were a miracle for me.
Her first year has been fast… she is a good eater, happy, smiley, thin and tall, girly, smart, loves to kiss and cuddle, and all this with a little curly mullet…. I’m just obsessed. I won’t bore you guys off all the details, Just giving you a little glimpse into a life with this little girl.
photos by my husband and corey bryson (sister-in-law)