It all happened so fast but now I can’t imagine having to wait any longer to have Brooke in my life… thanks for coming early.
The first morning (Tuesday) I was in cali I started having small contractions but I just thought they were nothing and that they wouldn’t stay consistent. I was so very wrong. I went to do errands, treated myself to lunch and when I got back to our friends house I knew something was up. The contractions were still far apart from each other and not that uncomfortable but I had a strong feeling that it was going to be time soon. I called my mom and MIL and they immediately booked flights to come. What would we do without family?
Tuesday night was really tough. I hung out on the ball for a while, took multiple baths (that helped big time) and didn’t sleep a wink. I really didn’t want to go to the hospital too soon because I didn’t want to be turned away and have to come back home. In the morning I took a shower, got ready and when my MIL came in to check on me I was hunched over the counter having a contraction and she said WE ARE GOING:) I guess having 5 kids yourself helps you to become an expert on when it is time to go to the hospital.
We threw everything in our suitcases and drove the 30 minutes to the hospital. PS road maker people, bumps in the road hurt women having contractions. We forgot to grab bfast and so I ate a package of oreos in the car to fuel me.
They checked me out and took me in at about 7 Wednesday morning. I was just beyond excited to be at the hospital and that I was admitted because that meant it wasn’t all in my head and that I was going to meet Brooke sooner than we thought.
My MIL was there with me and we went on a walk around the hospital which made things progress a little bit. We would walk for four minutes and we would be laughing and talking and then a contraction would come and I would turn into a beast and want to cry. They were worse than I thought they would be. Those of you that have given birth natural, WOW. That is all I have to say.
I had the epidural at around 11 a.m. when I reached 7 cm. It was night and day, I felt on top of the world. The shot in the back didn’t even hurt and a few minutes later I was back to myself again. I was tired because of not sleeping the night before and because of already having 24+ hours of contractions but the epidural let me take a nap (which slowed things down and was perfect to ensure everyone was there).
Remember how I was nervous about never meeting my doctor before? She was INCREDIBLE. I absolutely loved her, she was so encouraging and helpful. I also had the PERFECT nurse. He was beyond nice, he was also a runner and was better than I could have imagined. They both made me feel like I was the only patient they had to see and gave me so much attention and care.
At about 4:10 they told me it was time to start pushing. That scared me big time, I had no idea what to expect. I actually went into the whole situation kind of naive and just wanting to have my own experience and live in the moment.
I assumed that since I had the epidural everything would be easy. Pushing for 50 minutes was the hardest thing I have ever done. There wasn’t pain (more like pressure) but the actually act of pushing took so much strength, work and mental power. It was way harder than a marathon (maybe I am just a wuss) but I think that pushing was really tiring.
The moment she came out I was completely overcome with emotions and felt like we had already been best friends forever. I just kept feeling that this was so right. My life was only going to get better and better.
She came out ready to wave at the camera. If you know me in real life then you know I talk and laugh really loud so Brooke has been hearing me for a long time and right away I could tell she recognized my voice.
The doctors let us decide how long we wanted to hold her before they cleaned her and took her vitals etc. I can honestly say it was the best 30 minutes of my life and just writing this is making me cry so hard because of how grateful I am for that time. At this particular hospital the baby never leaves your sight the entire time you are there unless there are a lot of problems. I was so happy about this because I think I held her 98% of the time we were at the hospital. I didn’t want her to leave ever.
I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. Brooke is my world.