I’ve been missing in action lately on the blog because I’ve been slaving away on our blog book and I have great news – I finished our first book! It covers the time that Dallas and I met until a little after Brooke was born. Now Caroline is on me to do the next one because she wants to see pictures of herself so I may take another sabbatical.
Here are some more posts I made and backdated so they would be included in our book. Read if you want. Or don’t. I’ll never know.
Shall we take a stroll down memory lane? In my efforts to turn our blog into our family photo album, I’ve been adding posts about some of our early days. If you’re interested in reading about our life a decade ago, click these links!
Someone told me to beware – since I had such an easy pregnancy with Brooke I was bound to have a hard labor and delivery experience. That person was pretty much right.
I was four days past my due date. I was still feeling great. I hadn’t been in any hurry for the baby to come because I had wanted to finish out teaching the school year (which I was able to do).
At about 6:00pm on June 2 I realized I was having contractions and they were coming regularly and consistently. Hooray! This was it! We started timing the contractions and they were spaced too far apart to warrant visiting the hospital. I spent the next nine hours at home pacing our condo, watching movies, groaning, timing, trying to sleep, not being able to, etc. Finally at about 3:00 in the morning I told Dallas we should head to the hospital.
We checked in and they monitored me for an hour. Good news – I was having regular contractions and I was getting more dilated. Bad news – it was happening a little too slowly for them to admit me. Instead they kept monitoring me. Dallas and I were so tired that I tried to sleep between contractions but they were painful enough that I couldn’t do that very well.
Finally they admitted me. I got an epidural before too long and felt much better. My nurse told me to try to sleep. She said I’d need lots of energy for pushing. Pshaw. I was too excited to sleep.
At about 11:30AM I finally felt the urge to push. Thus commenced the pushing marathon. I pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed. Two hours later I was really wishing I had heeded my sweet nurse’s advice and had slept when I could because I was beyond exhausted. I hardly felt conscious at times. FINALLY Brooke was born.
I remember being so tired. I wished I could just pause life and sleep for about 24 hours and then push play again. I knew having a newborn would be exhausting but I was not prepared to be so depleted from the very second she was born. I had been in labor for almost 20 hours and hadn’t slept much during that time. The doctor handed her to me and I remember being so weak I could hardly hold her.
Brooke was 7 lb 9 oz and 19 inches long. She was born at 1:44 pm. We were all charmed by her long hair and big eyes.
Do I look like death? Apparently my Mom thought so. Brooke was born on a Sunday. My Mom, Dad, and siblings wanted to come down and see her that day since they didn’t have anything else going on. I warned them that I was tired. I guess I didn’t warn my Mom quite enough because she thought I looked horrible. I remember when they came to visit I was sitting in my bed and the world was spinning around me and I was trying to stay with them, but I just really couldn’t. I also remember the nurse bringing me my dinner. It was a chicken breast. A whole chicken breast. I picked up the fork and knife which felt so heavy, looked at them in my hands, and realized there was no way I had the strength to cut my chicken. I helplessly put my utensils down again and hardly touched my food. Looking back on it I’m amused that I didn’t think to have the nurse help me, but the thought never crossed my addled mind.
After sleeping a bit I started to feel like I was again entering the world of the living. My Mom came for a visit the next day and was relieved to see how much better I looked.
Giving birth is serious business.
Of course we thought Brooke was the most perfect baby in all the world. Every expression and noise was adorable. I could (and did!) stare at her for hours memorizing her features. We had our perfect baby girl.
My pregnancy with Brooke was so wonderfully easy. I was never sick. I wasn’t tired. I felt great!
Dallas and I got in a car accident. We were driving from Ogden to Orem in a snowstorm and slipped on the freeway. Luckily our car just had a little bumper damage and we were fine. (Well, I did break a nail, but I guess in the grand scheme of things that’s not too bad.) I was nervous about the wreck because I was pregnant, but Brooke appeared not to have been harmed by the wreck either. Thank goodness!
It’s really hard to tie a straight bow on your own clothes so I had to teach Dallas how to tie one for me. He proved himself an able student and his first bow was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen:
I was lucky enough to have three baby showers. The first one was thrown for me by the teachers I worked with. They were so kind and generous:
My second shower was thrown for me by my mother-in-law. We got some more great stuff:
My third shower was thrown for me by my family. Laurie made an adorable diaper cake:
Abe and Klarissa and my siblings acquired an old dresser and repainted it for the baby:
The inside of all the drawers held a surprise:
Everyone who helped paint the dresser signed it and made their handprints in the shape of a heart. I loved it.
