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Monday, March 12, 2012
Brooklyn Elizabeth
*Here is Brooklyn's birth story. It's been saved as a draft for months so I figure I might as well just hit "publish post" and move on. After all, her first birthday is just around the corner! I wanted to remember and record every moment for Randy. Thanks to two amazing friends, we did just that! We have hundreds of images, sheets of notes, and texts that document it all. I wasn't finished, but for now this will be just fine. It's probably WAY more details than most would care for anyway ;)
**After I hit post, I read the entry. I'm definitely going to have to add more- there aren't any pictures of Brooklyn! Stay tuned, I promise not to take 9.5 months this time! :)
Saturday, May 21st, 2011
All the wives of 1/12 got together for a potluck dinner at the community here on base. I had a hard time getting ready that morning for some reason. I couldn't really put my finger on it, but I just didn't feel right. I was hot, I was tired, I was nauseous. I chalked it up to being 35 weeks pregnant with a 1 year old. Logical assumption, right?
At the potluck, I felt bad because I really didn't help. I honestly sat in the chair and just kept Noah entertained. Everyone was walking around visiting, helping clean up, etc. And there I sat on the chair absolutely exhausted. I ended up leaving early so that Noah and I could come home and nap.
Even though I didn't feel that great, I took the time to get ready that morning. I took my camera and really wanted the girls to take a few pics of Noah and I to send to Randy. I had Noah loaded in the car seat to head home when I realized we didn't take our picture. I debated for a few minutes and decided we didn't really need our picture taken. I told myself that we'd do it next time...
Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
I remember putting Noah down for his morning nap and then getting on the computer. I should have been working on orders for clients, but I'm sure I was just wasting time on Facebook. I was scarfing down a little bag of Laffy Taffys (which I did my entire pregnancy!) and then all of the sudden I just felt horrible. I decided to go lay in bed and rest while Noah was still napping. I fell asleep and woke up suddenly with the worst heartburn ever and all I could taste was Laffy Taffy. It was awful! Scared of getting sick, I laid back down and went to sleep. About 30 minutes later I woke up and there was no going back to sleep this time. I contemplated barfing all over the bed, but quickly realized I'd have to clean that up so I bee-lined it to the bathroom as fast as my chubby self could get there.
I called my mom immediately. I knew something wasn't right. My cousin gets sick while she was in labor and that's the only thing that was flashing in my mind. Granted it's not until she's about to push, but it's all I could think of. Mom, who was in Reno, reassured me that everything was fine and that it was probably just heartburn. I went along with it, but I couldn't convince myself that that's all it was.
I continued to feel sick all afternoon. I tried to clean and get things done around the house, but it was all a wasted effort. For example, I swept our bedroom/bathroom but I didn't even have the energy to get the dust pan out and finish the task. The one thing I forced myself to do was to wash her bedding and all her sweet little outfits. While that doesn't seem like a chore, it really is! There were just short of a million tags to cut off of everything. Plus, she had some red outfits so I had to wash those individually in case the colors ran. It took all day for me to get everything washed. Again, not finishing the task completely, I stacked everything in her crib according to the size.
Monday, May 23rd, 2011
1:45 PM
Noah had been to every appointment with me, but this time I decided not to take him. Again, I just had a feeling that it would be better if he wasn't with me. I dropped him off at Annie's house for her brother's girlfriend to watch him. On my way to the OB, I stopped at the post office and mailed my first package to Afghanistan. I was actually sending a package to Randy's boss. I wanted his boss to give it to Randy the day Brooklyn was born so he could celebrate in someway over there with his Marines. It was box filled with cigars, pink bubble gum cigars, "It's a Girl!" mints and some stupidly expensive personalized M&M's that I just had to have that arrived melted and smushed.
I met with our doctor and told her all about my weekend and a few previous incidents that I've decided not to share here, lol. She didn't seem too concerned and just said to keep her updated if I had any other changes. This checkup was also the first time they were going to do an internal exam. I was originally going to opt out since it isn't necessary this early, but considering I swore I was in labor a hand full of times the past two weeks I wanted to know for sure if I had begun to dilate.
I was also experiencing some pretty hard contractions for a few weeks prior to my appointment. It was to the point that I really couldn't breathe through them anymore when they were strong. My lovely little boy clearly had no idea that I was in pain, because he'd also breathe through them with me. Which was funny, but not always the most helpful when you have someone imitating you and you think you're about to go into labor!
So she did they exam and said I was 4 cm dilated already. I was shocked! I was hoping that I had made some progress, but I never dreamed it would be that much. I also noticed that her face seemed to be a little more concerned. I asked if I was effaced at all and she said I was about 90%. I thought I was going to fall off the table! She told me not to worry too much and reminded me that some patients are like this for weeks and still go full term. She decided to send me up to L&D (Labor & Delivery) just to be safe. I had more than four contractions on my drive over to the appointment so she was curious if they were doing anything (you are supposed to call if you have more than 4 per hour- which I always did). She said they'd monitor me for an hour and then they'd probably send me on my way home, but she just wanted to be safe.
2:13PM
I went up to L&D and they were already expecting me. They hooked me up to the monitors and said they'd be back to check on me shortly. Here is where everything gets a little foggy and all runs together for me. It wasn't crazy and hectic, but everything moved so quickly from here on out.
I spent all evening reading all the texts that were sent back and forth that evening. I've posted a few of them below.
**After I hit post, I read the entry. I'm definitely going to have to add more- there aren't any pictures of Brooklyn! Stay tuned, I promise not to take 9.5 months this time! :)
Saturday, May 21st, 2011
All the wives of 1/12 got together for a potluck dinner at the community here on base. I had a hard time getting ready that morning for some reason. I couldn't really put my finger on it, but I just didn't feel right. I was hot, I was tired, I was nauseous. I chalked it up to being 35 weeks pregnant with a 1 year old. Logical assumption, right?
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| Here a picture of my belly that I just happened to take while I was getting ready. |
At the potluck, I felt bad because I really didn't help. I honestly sat in the chair and just kept Noah entertained. Everyone was walking around visiting, helping clean up, etc. And there I sat on the chair absolutely exhausted. I ended up leaving early so that Noah and I could come home and nap.
Even though I didn't feel that great, I took the time to get ready that morning. I took my camera and really wanted the girls to take a few pics of Noah and I to send to Randy. I had Noah loaded in the car seat to head home when I realized we didn't take our picture. I debated for a few minutes and decided we didn't really need our picture taken. I told myself that we'd do it next time...
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| Ladies of 1/12! |
Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
I remember putting Noah down for his morning nap and then getting on the computer. I should have been working on orders for clients, but I'm sure I was just wasting time on Facebook. I was scarfing down a little bag of Laffy Taffys (which I did my entire pregnancy!) and then all of the sudden I just felt horrible. I decided to go lay in bed and rest while Noah was still napping. I fell asleep and woke up suddenly with the worst heartburn ever and all I could taste was Laffy Taffy. It was awful! Scared of getting sick, I laid back down and went to sleep. About 30 minutes later I woke up and there was no going back to sleep this time. I contemplated barfing all over the bed, but quickly realized I'd have to clean that up so I bee-lined it to the bathroom as fast as my chubby self could get there.
I called my mom immediately. I knew something wasn't right. My cousin gets sick while she was in labor and that's the only thing that was flashing in my mind. Granted it's not until she's about to push, but it's all I could think of. Mom, who was in Reno, reassured me that everything was fine and that it was probably just heartburn. I went along with it, but I couldn't convince myself that that's all it was.
I continued to feel sick all afternoon. I tried to clean and get things done around the house, but it was all a wasted effort. For example, I swept our bedroom/bathroom but I didn't even have the energy to get the dust pan out and finish the task. The one thing I forced myself to do was to wash her bedding and all her sweet little outfits. While that doesn't seem like a chore, it really is! There were just short of a million tags to cut off of everything. Plus, she had some red outfits so I had to wash those individually in case the colors ran. It took all day for me to get everything washed. Again, not finishing the task completely, I stacked everything in her crib according to the size.
Monday, May 23rd, 2011
1:45 PM
Noah had been to every appointment with me, but this time I decided not to take him. Again, I just had a feeling that it would be better if he wasn't with me. I dropped him off at Annie's house for her brother's girlfriend to watch him. On my way to the OB, I stopped at the post office and mailed my first package to Afghanistan. I was actually sending a package to Randy's boss. I wanted his boss to give it to Randy the day Brooklyn was born so he could celebrate in someway over there with his Marines. It was box filled with cigars, pink bubble gum cigars, "It's a Girl!" mints and some stupidly expensive personalized M&M's that I just had to have that arrived melted and smushed.
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| All the goodies! |
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| A sweet little note from Brooklyn :) |
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| And just because he's cute so reading his Halloween book in his dinosaur pjs! |
I met with our doctor and told her all about my weekend and a few previous incidents that I've decided not to share here, lol. She didn't seem too concerned and just said to keep her updated if I had any other changes. This checkup was also the first time they were going to do an internal exam. I was originally going to opt out since it isn't necessary this early, but considering I swore I was in labor a hand full of times the past two weeks I wanted to know for sure if I had begun to dilate.
I was also experiencing some pretty hard contractions for a few weeks prior to my appointment. It was to the point that I really couldn't breathe through them anymore when they were strong. My lovely little boy clearly had no idea that I was in pain, because he'd also breathe through them with me. Which was funny, but not always the most helpful when you have someone imitating you and you think you're about to go into labor!
So she did they exam and said I was 4 cm dilated already. I was shocked! I was hoping that I had made some progress, but I never dreamed it would be that much. I also noticed that her face seemed to be a little more concerned. I asked if I was effaced at all and she said I was about 90%. I thought I was going to fall off the table! She told me not to worry too much and reminded me that some patients are like this for weeks and still go full term. She decided to send me up to L&D (Labor & Delivery) just to be safe. I had more than four contractions on my drive over to the appointment so she was curious if they were doing anything (you are supposed to call if you have more than 4 per hour- which I always did). She said they'd monitor me for an hour and then they'd probably send me on my way home, but she just wanted to be safe.
2:13PM
I went up to L&D and they were already expecting me. They hooked me up to the monitors and said they'd be back to check on me shortly. Here is where everything gets a little foggy and all runs together for me. It wasn't crazy and hectic, but everything moved so quickly from here on out.
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| This is the last picture of my belly. Definitely not want I had envisioned it to be. |
4:21 PM
"They think I'm at 6 cm. They are trying to call Dr. Colman to see if she can come up and recheck me since she was the one that did the initial exam."
4:43 PM
"I think I'm staying :( They are coming back in to confirm once the staff meets. Dr. Coleman is already gone for the day. They are going to recheck again in one hour. They can't let me leave if I'm truly at 6 cm and since I'm not feeling these contractions they are worried I won't make it back in time if I truly am in labor."
6:54 PM
"I was just admitted and I'm now at 7 cm. I'm still comfy and not feeling the contractions. They aren't going to stop labor at this point, but they also aren't going to encourage it either. Looks like she's ready! :)"
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| The view from our room. |
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| The very same room that I delivered Noah in! |
7:05 PM
"Hey girls! Baby girl decided to come early and I'm currently in L&D. If you could, please email your husbands and have them pass the word to Randy I would greatly appreciate it. I figure the more ways I try to contact him the better!"
7:08 PM (3 minutes later~ how amazing is that!!)
Randy called for the first time. I will never forget how worried he sounded. It absolutely broke my heart. We knew this was going to be difficult on both of us, but we thought we had more time to process everything. Now all of the sudden it was happening. She was coming 5 weeks early and there was nothing we could do to change that.
At one point, I asked the girls to write everything down. I wanted to be able to share everything with Randy and it's something that I have always wished we had done with Noah's birth. Anyway, here is the cute little list they created that night for us....
7:08 PM
Daddy called, 30 minutes
10:41 PM
Daddy called, 40 minutes
12:00 AM
epidural
1:15 AM
low blood pressure, mommy received oxygen
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1:55AM
Daddy called, but mommy was sleeping
2:25 AM
broke water, still at 8 cm
5:15 AM
started patossian, still at 8 cm
6:28 AM
Daddy called, 90 minutes
6:45 AM
lots of pressure, finally 10 cm
7:02 AM
sister was born! :)
8:10 AM
fed sister for the first time
Sunday, March 4, 2012
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