First I should start with baby girl in the womb. When I first got pregnant I was in denial, I was nauseas for 2 weeks and kept telling myself it would go away but by thanksgiving I was dry heaving and food tasted horrible. It wasn't till the next week that I got so sick I decided to go to the doctors where I found out for sure I was pregnant and had a kidney infection. The doctor put me on an IV since I was so dehydrated and gave me some medicine for the nausea and the infection. The following week was the worst week of my life I felt like death and the thought of welcoming death was better than laying on my bed feeling the way I felt. I was puking all the time and I couldn't eat a thing. But as the weeks went by I was able to manage the all day sickness not morning sickness and get back to work. By my second trimester I never wanted to eat another cracker in my life.
Here's me at about 13 weeks and ready to POP!! |
Before I knew it the due date was coming upon us and there was one last thing I had to do. The last few months at work I had been working on the Dark Knight trailers and I was due opening weekend for the movie and I just had to see it on the big screen. A co-worker of mine was getting a group together for the midnight showing and he texted me to see if I wanted to go. I called my husband and asked him what he thought and he just laughed. I replied yes, 2 tickets please! My husband and I showed up in Hollywood me being 9 months pregnant and due the next day to see The Dark Knight RISES, one last crazy thing before we really settle down. It was awesome. I had a blast and my sweet husband endured my craziness that evening admitting he had a fun time too.
Here I am 9 months and ready to give birth in line for the midnight showing of The Dark Knight Rises! |
Labor and Delivery:
I did not go into labor that night at the movies, which was a disappointment for some of my co-workers ;) they were hoping for a big story to share the next day. LOL! But Friday night while at the Annie production my stake was putting on I started to feel some tightness in my stomach area. I was feeling contractions for the first time ever. Yes, I started to think that maybe I was going to have this baby on her due date after all. Well, I got to enjoy the whole production of Annie and actually the next day too. She didn't come on her due date in fact Saturday the 21st of July was just an ordinary day, well sort of. Branson and I decided to get some birthing videos from the library and learn a little about labor and delivery since we didn't take the classes. What an educational day that was. So most of Saturday I had barely any contractions, but by Saturday night and Sunday I was feeling them. They weren't terrible and I thought if this is labor this isn't as bad as everyone says. By 10pm Sunday night it was another story. I was not managing the contractions very well at all, they were killing me. I was monitoring them with Branson, but they weren't coming consistently like they are suppose to when in labor. I even called the doctor to see if I should go to the hospital anyway because they hurt so bad. He said I could if I want but there would be a possibility they would send me home. Branson talked me out of going to the hospital just yet and said to try and get some sleep like the doctor said. I didn't last long maybe an hour or 2 and by 1am I was so uncomfortable and mad with pain that I woke Branson up and said we are going to the hospital. So at 1:30 in the morning we heading to the hospital. We got there and they hooked me up to their machines and checked my progress. To my dismay I was only 2 cm! I couldn't believe it I could have sworn I was ready to give birth because it hurt so much. Well they gave me a few options, actually only 1 they weren't going to send me home just yet because I was dehydrated and they were a little worried about the baby so they sent me walking with a huge glass of water. I walked for almost an hour in the hospital halls like they asked me to. After that the nurse checked me again and I was still at a 2. This is were the options came, I could go home, walk some more, or get induced. I couldn't decide, I was hurting so much I didn't want to go home and try and endure it, but I also didn't want to be induced I wanted to try and let the process start naturally. The nurse let me lay there and think about it for awhile. And that's what I did for an hour and my sweet husband sat there with me. After that hour, the nurse checked me again and walla I had progressed to a 3 it was happening! As soon as I knew it was happening I asked for my epidural because I knew I was not going to be able to do this naturally. My back was hurting so bad I could barely lay there on the bed. It took an hour to get my epidural, but when it finally came it was heaven. Loved it and it worked great. My back pain was gone as well as the contractions. I just laid there feeling much better than I did the hours proceeding. And that's all I did for the next 5 hours or so, laid there and waited. My parents showed up the next morning to check in. I was still pregnant, but on my way to having the baby. It was about noon Monday the 23rd of July that it was time to have my baby girl. I could feel it, the medicine was wearing off and I could tell the baby was ready to come in fact I thought she was going to come before the doctor got there. As soon as he arrived, he taught me how I was so suppose to push and we got started. This was the hardest part of the whole Labor and delivery. I pushed and thought this baby was never going to come. I just couldn't get her out, I finally had to get some help from the doctor with a few snips and a couple more pushes this big beautiful baby was out and on my chest. I remember staring into these big eyes and precious little face thinking what am I suppose to do with her. She wasn't there long because I could tell she wasn't breathing. The nurses took her right back and started pumping all the stuff out of her. I remembered her being all slimy and gray, but when they gave her back to me she was pretty and pink. She had a head of hair and she was big 7 pounds 14 ounces. I couldn't believe how big she was, I didn't think Branson and I could make big babies, but we did. She is the biggest baby in our family so far. Let me introduce you to...
Jordyn Nicole Brinton
born July 23rd at 12:28pm
7 lbs 14 oz and 21 inches long
The nurse that helped deliver Jordyn said she was over baked, and I have to agree. I never felt that Jordyn was a tiny little newborn, all wrinkly and thin. She was strong and plump and seemed ready for the world. They kept us in the hospital for 3 days since we were first time parents, but I didn't mind. It was nice to have some help in the beginning. I had Jordyn in my room the whole time the nurses only took her once to give her, her shots but besides that I got to bond with her each day. I was lucky to have Branson with me as well. He didn't leave my side. It took us a day or two decide on her name and even then I was nervous I had picked the wrong one, but each day it grew on us. We named her after me since everyone thought she looked just like me. Well she did when we named her but at 2 months we aren't so sure, there is definitely a lot of her dad in her too. :)
Anyway we were there for 3 days and by the 3rd were ready to get home and start our life with this new precious gift we were blessed with.
It was a little strange introducing our new little addition into our old life, but we quickly adapted and it has brightened it up ever since.
It's getting late so I will be finishing up the story of little Jordyn in the next installation of "Big Changes"!