I've been meaning to sit down and write the birth story of Brennan since he was born, but that's been near impossible. Of course some things are a blur now but here it goes, as I remember it...
Brennan's Birth Story Part I
All started Monday, August 3rd, 2009 the kids and I played outside a lot that day. I started having contractions that weren't your typical braxton hicks, but figured I was doing a bit too much running around with water balloons and playing in the sprinkler. Evening came and into night and they were still coming and going, but nothing significant. I called my mom the next morning and told her what was going on, honestly thinking we would be having a baby within the next few days. The days went on, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday with the same thing. The weekend came and everything stopped, I was a bit discouraged and now my due date had passed. Monday came and went, Tuesday, Wednesday and then Thursday, August 13, 2009 I woke up at 3:00 am having regular contractions lasting over a minute and less than three minutes apart. With them being that regular I called my mom who also called the other midwife and they were on their way. I remember telling my mom - they don't hurt though, but with them being so close they came. They continued like that for a few hours until they got here - changing positions, etc made things go away. I felt like an idiot - my other two births were so different, I didn't do any of this before - my gosh, when you have contractions you should be having the baby. Right? I even blogged about going to have a baby that day. They checked me and I was 5cm and 80% effaced... horrible... I co
uld have days, weeks to go yet. Ugh! This just can't be, the pool is set up, filled with water, everything is ready. Ahhh! Oh well, everyone went home, Kurt went to work - they days went by again. I was discouraged only because I didn't want to think about it anymore. If I'm going to have contractions then fine, but I felt like I couldn't really do anything because I was waiting on this baby. The next weekend we tried to do some different things so I wouldn't just sit and think about it and yet another week started.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009 I woke up again around 3:00am with those same contractions, lasting over a minute, less than three minutes apart. What to do?? Kurt and I timed them (they seemed to be a little stronger - what do I know by this point?) Called my mom and we decided to have her stay home instead of rushing up here for nothing again. Kurt went back to bed and I couldn't sleep - so I sat on the birthing ball and caught up on blogs that I hadn't been keeping up with much. I went to the bathroom a little after five and . . . what?. . . bloody show. YES.. maybe this wasn't nothing after all. I went and told Kurt and called my mom back. Nothing else had really changed besides that so Kurt went to work, mom stayed home did her thing, kept in contact with the other midwife. What is a girl to do. . . won't this baby just come out already??? The kids got up, fed them and talked to mom again. It was time to get to business. . . Ha ha! The contractions were consistent and I wanted to have that baby that day so the kids and I ventured out on a walk around our neighborhood. Landen rode is bike and Amelia walked or had to be carried - I was drenched in sweat and exhausted from being up most of the night when we got back, but we went on. Landen and I played baseball, I ran up and down our steep driveway so many times I can't even count. If anything I'll bounce this baby out! Finally it was lunch time - BREAK - alleluia. I came in and tons and tons of bloody show, told ya I'd do something. The contractions continued, but didn't seem as strong anymore. Noooo! I talked to my mom, who had just talked to the other midwife and said I can do nothing or I could keep moving and possibly speed things along. What do you think I was going to do? That's right. . . I got the wagon out, made both the kids get in and walked the cemetery. Now let me explain, the cemetery that we walk isn't a nice little flat cemetery, it's huge and it's hilly - big, great walking hills. I pulled that wagon through all but one hill (which I won't even walk when I'm not pregnant) and what happened... NOTHING. The contractions came to a halt.. gosh dang it. We came home, the kids watched a movie and I sat on the birthing ball and did the stair steps.. nothing. Lalala. The UPS came, the kids got the new hamster toys
and wanted me to put this together (this was around 3:00pm), so not wanting to (this kind of job is for Kurt) but the kids really wanting me to - I sat down on the hard wood floor and started the task... the contractions started up again and a bit more fierce I do say. Finally a little after 4 I got it all together and Kurt got home. By now I am tired, cranky and just wanted to rest and have Kurt go and get me some chicken nuggets, that's all I wanted was some dang chicken nuggets. We kind of got in an argument, I cried for the first time in who knows how long and made a stupid easy meal. I was ticked off and just wanted to relax... Let me tell you, Kurt and I do not typically fight or argue much really, but when it comes to meal planning, preparing, eating out we do. It's awful! However I do think I had a good reason this time... which he found out later. Ha ha ha! That evening we let the kids watch television while we watched a Law and Order SVU in the other room (something we never do). The contractions were on and off, I called my mom after 9:00pm, discouraged, cranky and tired. I figured I was going to be like my mom and have show for weeks before the baby arrived.. so once we got the kids to sleep it was just before 10:00pm and . . .hello the contractions started in full force.... to be continued.
*Belly a day before baby is born. 10 days overdue. View from the side and the mommy view*
uld have days, weeks to go yet. Ugh! This just can't be, the pool is set up, filled with water, everything is ready. Ahhh! Oh well, everyone went home, Kurt went to work - they days went by again. I was discouraged only because I didn't want to think about it anymore. If I'm going to have contractions then fine, but I felt like I couldn't really do anything because I was waiting on this baby. The next weekend we tried to do some different things so I wouldn't just sit and think about it and yet another week started.Tuesday, August 18, 2009 I woke up again around 3:00am with those same contractions, lasting over a minute, less than three minutes apart. What to do?? Kurt and I timed them (they seemed to be a little stronger - what do I know by this point?) Called my mom and we decided to have her stay home instead of rushing up here for nothing again. Kurt went back to bed and I couldn't sleep - so I sat on the birthing ball and caught up on blogs that I hadn't been keeping up with much. I went to the bathroom a little after five and . . . what?. . . bloody show. YES.. maybe this wasn't nothing after all. I went and told Kurt and called my mom back. Nothing else had really changed besides that so Kurt went to work, mom stayed home did her thing, kept in contact with the other midwife. What is a girl to do. . . won't this baby just come out already??? The kids got up, fed them and talked to mom again. It was time to get to business. . . Ha ha! The contractions were consistent and I wanted to have that baby that day so the kids and I ventured out on a walk around our neighborhood. Landen rode is bike and Amelia walked or had to be carried - I was drenched in sweat and exhausted from being up most of the night when we got back, but we went on. Landen and I played baseball, I ran up and down our steep driveway so many times I can't even count. If anything I'll bounce this baby out! Finally it was lunch time - BREAK - alleluia. I came in and tons and tons of bloody show, told ya I'd do something. The contractions continued, but didn't seem as strong anymore. Noooo! I talked to my mom, who had just talked to the other midwife and said I can do nothing or I could keep moving and possibly speed things along. What do you think I was going to do? That's right. . . I got the wagon out, made both the kids get in and walked the cemetery. Now let me explain, the cemetery that we walk isn't a nice little flat cemetery, it's huge and it's hilly - big, great walking hills. I pulled that wagon through all but one hill (which I won't even walk when I'm not pregnant) and what happened... NOTHING. The contractions came to a halt.. gosh dang it. We came home, the kids watched a movie and I sat on the birthing ball and did the stair steps.. nothing. Lalala. The UPS came, the kids got the new hamster toys
and wanted me to put this together (this was around 3:00pm), so not wanting to (this kind of job is for Kurt) but the kids really wanting me to - I sat down on the hard wood floor and started the task... the contractions started up again and a bit more fierce I do say. Finally a little after 4 I got it all together and Kurt got home. By now I am tired, cranky and just wanted to rest and have Kurt go and get me some chicken nuggets, that's all I wanted was some dang chicken nuggets. We kind of got in an argument, I cried for the first time in who knows how long and made a stupid easy meal. I was ticked off and just wanted to relax... Let me tell you, Kurt and I do not typically fight or argue much really, but when it comes to meal planning, preparing, eating out we do. It's awful! However I do think I had a good reason this time... which he found out later. Ha ha ha! That evening we let the kids watch television while we watched a Law and Order SVU in the other room (something we never do). The contractions were on and off, I called my mom after 9:00pm, discouraged, cranky and tired. I figured I was going to be like my mom and have show for weeks before the baby arrived.. so once we got the kids to sleep it was just before 10:00pm and . . .hello the contractions started in full force.... to be continued.*Belly a day before baby is born. 10 days overdue. View from the side and the mommy view*
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