Brooklyn Lee

I really promise... One of these days I will get back into blogging but for now, I will just keep messing the whole thing up I am sure.

Since the last time I posted I did something pretty amazing - Got all my Christmas shopping done super duper early!! Oh yes, and I popped out a kiddo!

Say hello to Miss Brooklyn Lee:

She's pretty legit if I do say so myself. I think she looks a million percent like Bret and nothing like me. Good thing I think my hubs is a cutie ;)

While I am on the subject of my baby girl -- I want to say WAY TO GO to all the women out there who make it through pregnancy and come out on the other side loving the experience. I love my daughter. Very much. But, as she will read in the journals I have been writing for her, I HATED pregnancy. Hated it. I know that is horrible. I know I was blessed with the ease in which I got pregnant and my lack of complications but let me tell you, being throw-up sick for 9 months sucks. Working your butt off to get your body the way you want it just to lose it, sucks. Not being able to see your feat, sucks. Being so hot you don't want to wear any clothes because there is no point since you will sweat through them in 2 seconds, sucks. Oh how I hated pregnancy. Again, power to those women who love pregnancy. I envy all of you! (my husband probably envies yalls husbands too!)

As far as birth goes -- Piece of cake! (for me) I mean I say that... It was actually really traumatic. But, just like running a marathon, there is a finish line in the near future so it's manageable! My story went something like this... Bret and I checked in to the hospital at 8:30pm because I was going to be induced. They gave me a quarter of the first pill they give you to soften you and then gave me an Ambien to help me sleep. With Bret laid out on the pull out chair and me in the hospital bed, I put Hocus Pocus on and settled in... Or so I thought. At 1:00am very intense contractions kicked in. At 1:30am my water broke. The anesthesiologist was home asleep so I was given staydol (however you spell that) to help with the pain. Well I did not react well to that at all. With that + the ambien I was spinning in circles and started hyperventilating. Bret had to talk be down off a cliff. It was crazy. About 2:30am I got my epidural and things got better from there. Then my contractions started coming too close together and Brooklyn's heart rate dropped. The doctor stopped my labor to give her a minute to breathe. Then we were back up and going and it was time to push. Brooklyn couldn't make it around my pubic bone so they had to vacuum her out. That experience was not at ALL what I had always thought it would be. No actual vacuum. Just a suction cup type thing on the end of a pole that looks like a litter picker upper. So Brooklyn arrived in the world at 6:05am but was not making a peep. Bret and I were terrified. She was breathing but not crying. There was a lot of pounding on her back, suctioning, and oxygen flowing. While we were told a million times she was ok, it was not until she let out her first big yell at 9:30am that Bret and I finally let out our own sighs of relief. And that's it... that's our little story. Even with all the craziness it took getting her into the world during those 5 early hours, I would take THAT over pregnancy any day! (But I would not replace my baby girl ever. ever.)