Just a few days late, but Brecken finally made his entrance. And, as I expected, I'm just now opening up my computer to make his introduction to blogging.
We've already changed more diapers than we can image, slept fewer hours than we thought possible, we've laughed, we've cried, been pooped on, peed on, been terrified, and thrilled.
Here is a little oversharing (for those not interested in details, skip to photos)....
As we sat having a BBQ picnic in our basement due to a tornado warning on 3/18, we had no idea that change in barometric pressure would get things started. Contractions started at 10:00pm that night. We finally went to the hospital at 2:00am the next morning - after having used an iPhone app to track my contractions, because of course there is an app for that. After walking the hall for an hour at the hospital, I still hadn't made any more progress, so we decided to go home with the doctors blessing. We pulled onto I-270 and here came the real contractions! I stuck it out for another 2 hours and back to the hospital we went. Taylor ran two different cars off the road, honking and swerving. My mother in law was hanging out of the back window trying to signal people off the road, my mother was just holding my hand - one finger only as she's not a rookie to this and knew with two fingers the likelihood I would break them would only increase.
We arrived at 8:00am and by 10:00am or the epidural was in. A-mazing. Period. I've never experienced what it's like to ask your toes to move and they wouldn't; or, to have someone pick up your legs and see a knee and wonder if it was really yours. Not a feeling that I liked, but I knew the alternative would lead to a profanity laced series of pushes; and, we didn't want Brecken coming into the world like that.
By 5:30pm, we were ready to push. Around that same time, the room next to me was clearly pushing and I'm not sure if it was a human or a baby elephant. The screaming that came from that room was like watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre in 3D. I grabbed our delivery nurses arm with the conviction of an offensive lineman and told her to swear to me that woman didn't have an epidural :)
Not knowing how long it would take to push, we prepared for a long haul. Well, thanks to my pilates instructor who I will never admit this to as she'd likely charge me double next time, we pushed for 15 minutes and Brecken was here. OB didn't even make it into the hospital in time.
And this just in... Taylor never hit the deck! Not sure if he'll ever look at me the same way again, but what an experience. Never have I felt so taken care of. While he was overwhelmed with the arrival of his new son, he never left my side as they continued to work on me (for what was quite a while). He kept bouncing back and forth - and as I looked over, there was Brecken looking right back at me. Taylor finally made it to the waiting room to let the family know - where after 10 months of secret keeping, he spilled the name!!
By the time I got home from the hospital, I was talking about how much fun it was! The contractions, the epidural, the pushing... I guess it's true that there's something in your body that allows you not to remember :) I'll take a page out of the cliche book and just say that loving someone so much it hurts has never been so true. I thought my heart was full, but believe it or not, it exponentially has the ability to expand!
And with this, I'll conclude what has been the longest blog post yet. We'll continue to send updates - and we'll get caught up on helmets as Brecken was born on one of the most eventful NFL weeks (very appropriate).
We love you, Brecken!
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| Only a few minutes old. |
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| Resting in the same bassinet that Taylor slept in as a baby. |
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| Both Brecken and his pup are pooped. |
Photos Courtesy of: Keegan B. (a.k.a. Aunt Kiki)
