Brynlee Jean

She is finally here! Brynlee Jean was born on October 15th, 2009 at 6:12am. She weighed in at a hefty 5 lb. 11 oz. (which really is great, since she was 4 weeks early).






The story: I started having the low burning contractions a week earlier and since I hadn't wanted to switch doctors with only a month and a half left the hospital I was supposed to deliver at was an hour away. We called our friends (the bishop and his wife, really one of the only people we knew) in our new ward and took the kids over. I was worried that since we had an hour drive and this was my forth baby, I didn't want to wait too long. We made the hour drive and my contractions didn't change. I was in the hospital for 45 minutes before they sent me home. Towards the end of the visit I asked Scott if the contraction I was having was showing up on the monitor and he said it wasn't. I told the nurse that my last contraction hadn't showed up on the monitor and she just shrugged it off and said I wasn't dilating any more (I was only at a one) so even if they were real, it would still be a while.

I was so frustrated as we drove home and wondered if what I was feeling was really 'real labor.' I spent the next week in misery. Almost precisely at noon my contractions would start and last until I went to bed. I have never been so uncomfortable in my life! But I kept waiting for the contractions to get to the point where I couldn't walk or talk through them. Then on the 14th I was doing my daily walk around my house hoping to get things started (more), when much to my disbelief my water broke. Thankfully I was in our tiled kitchen, but most of it was absorbed into my clothes. I just stood there, dumbfounded not quite believing what had just happened. The contractions weren't any stronger than they had been a week ago, but there was no questioning what had just happened. I had never had my water break outside of the hospital, although it did break on its own when I was dilated to a six with Caden. I called Scott who was still at work and told him what had happened. He left immediately. Of course it was the worst traffic Scott had ever seen and it took him an hour to get home. In that time I was able to get the kids to the bishop's house and get my bags packed (again) and was waiting outside for Scott when he drove up. We decided since my water had broke and that was usually when things started going really fast and traffic was insane that we would just drive to a closer hospital.

It was scary at the hospital because I was a Vbac (Vaginal Birth After C-section) and they didn't know if the doctor on call would be one that was okay with Vbac's. Fortunately it was my second Vbac and the doctor on call was young and not only okay, but agreed to give me pitcoin if things slowed down, which was unheard of a couple years ago. The two nurses I had were fabulous as well, I'm sure it was divine intervention that led me to that hospital.

Unfortunately I was still only at a one, I couldn't believe it. I wanted to cry. They got me situated in my room, IVed and checked me again a few hours later. Although the contractions still weren't any stronger and were coming between two and six minutes apart I had dilated to a four. I immediately asked for the epidural and only an hour later was sitting nice and numb. Usually this is when my body relaxes and I start to get going. This was around midnight. Of course, since nothing had happened like my previous pregnancies, I did the worst thing possible and stopped progressing. They started me on pit. and we started to our long wait.

At around 4 am my nurse came in with this peanut shaped birthing ball style thing. She helped me turn on my side and put my top leg over it to help open my pelvis and let Brynlee's head come down to put more pressure on my cervix. It was really strange. Because my one leg was higher than my heart, the epidural wasn't being as effective on that side, so I started feeling some of the burning pain in my lower abdomin. After an hour and a half I was turned over and the other leg put on top. The pain switched sides, and was kind of funny even though it was painful. After 45 minutes on that side I felt a sudden urge to push and thought I better call my nurse. She came in and I jokingly told her she was only allowed to tell me I was complete. She looked up at me and said very seriously, "whatever you do, don't push." Umm, yeah, when you're in full blown labor that is easier said than done. The room was chaos for a few minutes while everything was set up and Dr. Benion came rushing in. I pushed three times and she was out.

She didn't cry and I was really nervous about her, but they put her on my tummy to clean her off for a few seconds and then took her to the warming table. She had swallowed a lot of fluid on her 'roller coaster ride' out of me and the nurses were doing everything in their power to get her to cry. She refused. They took her to the nursery and Scott came back later saying she had recieved a shot and had blood drawn and hadn't cried yet. Her blood sugar was a little low, and she was cooms positive (has to do with our blood types being different, and means she was much more likely to get really jaundiced), but only spent a couple hours in the regular new born nursery before she was able to join me in my room. We were told immediately that we would have to supplement with formula to push the bilirubin through her system. I was worried about nursing but she still latched on after she had a bottle and this gave me some hope.

We left Friday afternoon (she was born Thursday morning) with instruction to have blood work done to check her bilirubin and we also found out she was slightly toungue tied, but not enough to cause concern. The boys stayed with my in-laws through the weekend. On Sunday they got to meet their sister for the first time. Because of the H1N1 virus children under 13 were not allowed in any patient areas. Some hospitals in the area have even prohibited children from the hospitals at all.

Anyway, she is just over two weeks old, and despite my trying was not able to breast feed. I pumped for a while until she started showing some of the same BM issues both Caden and Ethan had. We have switched her to a special formula and so far is doing okay with that, although still really gassy. At least she's pooping on her own still! Other than she sleeps all the time! She has decided that arms are much more comfortable, so we are trying to break her of that, but she is sooo cuddly.

My mom got to come out for a week and it was SOOOO nice to have her here. I am still not sure what I will do with three kids on my own when Scott goes back to work on Monday. I am not looking forward to it. I'm sure I will survive, though, because that's what us Mom's have to do, right? Try to survive.

Bryn and Uncle Taylor.

Brynlee and Grandma Nelson.

Grandma Neville and Brynlee.

My sweet kids.

I love this picture.

Thanks for the outfit Jaime!!!

Great Grandma Rice and Brynlee.

A four generation pic... sort of.

Brynlee, Cade and his cheesy smile. I love it!