I went to the doctor on my due date, July 9th. The doctor stripped my membranes and said come back on Thursday and he'd do it again. If she still didn't come, he'd induce me the next week. I was so bummed when I left. I just wanted to be done. I wasn't super uncomfortably big, but I had pregnancy hives that were driving me CRAZY!!! And I wanted to meet my little girl, of course. :)
After the appointment, Dane and I went and did everything we knew to try to start labor. We walked the mall twice, we had the spiciest lettuce wraps possible at PF Changs, we drove up the canyon on bumpy roads, I bounced on a gym ball for a long time, we went for another walk outside, etc. I started feeling some contractions by that night, but they didn't hurt.
I woke up around 6 am with a few contractions. By 7 they started to get super painful and were every 5, 4, 3 minutes apart. Dane had physical therapy at 8 and I told him I'd be fine and he could still go. I didn't believe I was actually in labor. After a couple more contractions I told him never mind, we're going to the hospital. I showered while he finished packing and got the car ready. We were on our way by 8:15. By 8:30, I was changed and hurting.
I was dilated to a 4 at that point (yeah, I must be a wimp because it hurt really bad). I got back to my delivery room and the doctor came to break my water around 10:00. That was a weird feeling! Turns out meconium came out too. (Baby had a bowel movement in the womb.) So they got a tube up real quick and flushed it out with water. This also meant a respiratory therapist and another special nurse would be in for the delivery and take the baby right away to check to make sure everything was okay. That was fine...I just wanted her to be okay!
At that point I was dilated to a 6. I told the nurse that my mom and sisters have quick labors and so she made sure the anesthesiologist got there quick. I got that epidural and life was good! I thought I could be in labor all day and just be peachy! (One reason labor was different than expected...I had no idea it would take away ALL pain...I thought it would just lessen it.)
At this point, it was just the waiting game to dilate all the way. By 11:00 I was an 8. By 12:00 I was a 10. In the meantime, we laughed and joked and texted family to let them know the updates. Life was good!
A little after 1:00 the nurse had me start pushing. We pushed and pushed for an hour and a half and my little baby girl was finally here!! What an amazing feeling to see a healthy baby that was all mine. Miracles. Everything with the meconium turned out fine. She didn't swallow any and they got her all cleaned up quick.
The doctor and all the nurses thought for sure she was a red head. But after he bath we discovered it was actually a pretty brown! But she has a full head of hair! I love it.
Holding her for the first time was amazing. Amazing. Amazing. So surreal!!
Dane was such a good dad from the second he became a dad. He is so gentle and loving with his baby girl.
When Brooklyn was 30 minutes old, she was sucking her thumb (confession...I was a thumb sucker, too). We knew then that she would love to suck and that's so true. I call her my little barracuda.
We ordered some food as soon as we could. I guess I'm a kid at heart because all I wanted was grilled cheese, french fries, and grapes. And of course Dane added a milkshake to the order when he called. I was grateful for that. :)
Dane went with Brooklyn for her bath and shots. I had to wait for my epidural to wear off before I could go down to my recovery room. Brooklyn did NOT love her bath, but she liked getting her hair washed!
That night we had lots of visitors. It was fun to show off our little baby even though my percocet made me kind of loopy. The next day it actually made me sick so I got off it quickly. No more of that nasty stuff for me!!
Family photos the first day of Brooklyn's life. I apologize for my awful appearance. No one told me I had mascara everywhere and looked quite scary!!
The next day we had even more visitors! My poor grandparents came right in the middle of my throwing up adventure on percocet. But they loved me enough to stay and help out. :)
On Friday, we were allowed to leave! We got all discharged a little after 12:00 (we got one last meal before heading home).
Brooklyn did NOT like getting in her car seat, but she was fine after she was all buckled in!
We were home for a few minutes before more visitors came!
My mom flew in that morning to stay and help for the week. She was a life saver and Brooklyn just loves her! My dad's family had a reunion planned for the week after Brooklyn was born, so we were lucky enough for my whole family to come into town! They all loved meeting her as they came to visit.When Brooklyn was 3 days old, we did a little photo shoot at our house. Aunt Britt is such a talented photographer and spent many hours working to get some amazing shots! Thanks, Britt!
The next week was full of parties. Hagen birthday party for my mom and Robbie, Sucher family reunion Friday and Saturday. We were busy, but Brooklyn did great! We went to a couple activities each day and stayed inside resting the rest of the time. She is a sweetheart and we love her so much already! Being a parent is amazing, stressful, overwhelming, and oh so joyful!
Thanks for all your love and support. We are very grateful for this new blessing in our lives!