Welcome, little one.

… Contractions had been coming for almost two hours, and it was time to wake Jonathan. I nudged him (with no response), then nudged him again and said “Jon… I think we need to start timing contractions.” He was instantly wide awake. A few days before, we had downloaded an app called “Full Term – Labor Contraction Timer” (you need it, if you’re expecting), and J started timing. After laying (writhing) in bed for about 30 minutes with consistent pains, we decided to start getting ready for the hospital.

J got up and changed pants three times. I washed my face and put makeup on. All the while, contractions got more consistent, stronger, and crazy-intense. What’s a contraction feel like, you ask? Well. While contracting, breathing becomes the single focus of your entire existence. Everything else in the entire world ceases to matter. By 4am, we knew it was time to start heading to the hospital. Our bag was fully packed, and I loaded my big old self into the car, questioning the entire time if it was really “time” to go meet our son. We made the round of calls – Moms, Dads, etc., and my parents were immediately in “go-mode”. They were close behind us.

I often wondered what the drive to the hospital would be like… if we would be racing through town, if we would quietly chat, or if we might pretend like it was just another normal drive through town. J remained calm and drove normally, I continued to breathe and time contractions. We arrived at the hospital, parked, and started our walk into the L&D ward. They told us at our tour what to do if we had to enter the hospital “after hours”… I was curious if the system would actually work. (It did.) In the 100-yard walk to the check in desk, we stopped four times so I could breathe through contractions.

We walked up to the front desk to check in, and I was at a loss at first… what does one say? “I’m here to give birth to a tiny human being”, or “Hi, just wanted to see if you need some coffee”, or perhaps “How’s it goin?!” ? But the nurses got the hint after I couldn’t answer a couple basic questions, due to contractions. J handled all the check in things. We headed to the triage room, where they establish whether or not you are in labor and decide if it is, indeed, time. After a quick round of more questions, they examined me and determined that I was over halfway there… We would be meeting our son that day. 2015-02-15 06.33.14

They officially checked us in at 5am, and wheeled me to the room that I would Labor in. As the contractions intensified and became closer together, I focused even harder. Going in to this whole childbirth thing, I decided I would like to go as long as I could naturally… the idea of an epidural freaked me out. But I also decided that I wasn’t going to count myself a failure if I decided to go ahead and get the drugs. Contractions were soon rightontop of each other, with little time to recover in between. My water still hadn’t broken. Brooks was coming.     2015-02-15 09.22.00

After stalling out at about halfway, I knew it was time for the epidural. I needed to be able to focus, push, and breathe, and that wasn’t going to happen au natural. After the epidural was administered, things immediately started happening. Within the hour, the doctor had broken my water, my body was fully ready, and Brooks had quickly descended lower in the birth canal. Mom and Dad left the room… it was time to push.

J was on one side, a nurse on the other, and one helping Brooks. After a solid hour of pushing, the Doctor knew that Brooks was stuck. Little buddy was trying his hardest to come meet us, and my body was holding him up. The Doctor knew our best option was to cut, allowing for Brooks to make his way out. Less than 15 minutes after that cut was made, I pushed my very hardest and was met with the strangest, most gratifying sensation. Our Son had entered the world.

Rather than congratulations and cheers, we were met with quiet determination, and a deafening silence. Brooks wasn’t crying, was barely breathing, and his coloring was off. One of the nurses called for the NEO staff, and in a rush, a team of people entered the room to help Brooks.

Jonathan and I clung to each other, clung to Jesus, and cried out to Him to help our son breathe. We waited so hard for him to make a sound — any sound — while the Doctors worked on him. My Doctor and Nurses reassured us that he would be okay. And between minutes Five and Ten, Brooks let us know with quiet squeaks that he was, indeed, going to be just fine. Those were undoubtedly the longest minutes of our lives, with the most urgent prayers we have ever prayed.

After he was stable, the NICU staff brought Brooks over to me to let me meet him before they took him to the NICU to stabilize him further. 2015-02-15 12.27.43

J followed closely, never letting him out of his sight. This was his very own little human. He facetimed me while I was in recovery, so I could see that our little one was, indeed, okay.2015-02-15 13.19.30

Four hours later, an X-Ray confirmed that Brooks’ lungs were clear, and he was fine. Because he descended in the birth canal so quickly, his little body didn’t have time to absorb the extra fluids that babies live in while in the womb, which caused fluid to remain in his lungs and keep him from breathing properly. Although he was determined to be okay, the NICU kept him overnight to be certain and monitor him.2015-02-15 14.22.36-1

Later, a conversation between J and I:

Me: Do you believe in Angels? Like, that they exist to help those that love Jesus?

J: Yes.

Me: Do you think they were in the delivery room with us, helping Brooks?

J: Absolutely.

At 11:33am, our tiny human entered the world at 7lb, 5 oz, and 20.5″ long. He is our beautiful miracle. 2015-02-16 12.15.08-1We are so entirely grateful to the Nurses and Doctors that helped little buddy enter the world. We are grateful for the time they have dedicated to learning, practicing, and honing their skills in order to safely deliver and help us raise our babies. 2015-03-02 08.36.44

The final day-

I had a couple of small(ish) goals to complete before the nugget arrived, one of which was to sell my old car. Okay, maybe that’s not a small goal, but a goal nonetheless. Backtrack– a few months after I graduated college in 2004, I had to quickly buy a new (to me) car… the transmission went out on my high school/ college car. And with that, Lola entered my life. I figured it was the perfect time in my life to have a convertible– no kids, single, living at the beach.

DSC04013Lola and I went on many an adventure… we drove clear across Virginia multiple times, VA>TX, TX>MI, MI>TX, TX>VA, and then some. I had her for nearly 10 years, and she was perfect for my single days. I put around 125,000 miles on her in that timeframe. kellydrivingBut as the Nugget’s arrival date neared, J and I realized that she would not be the most ideal baby-transport-car. And so, after much back and forth (seriously. we had a really hard time deciding on a car.) Ruby entered. Practical, reliable, and most importantly, she has four doors. Oh, and not a van.

2014-12-13 07.53.37We ultimately decided to sell Lola ourselves (car dealerships are sheisters when offering to buy your old car). Unfortunately, December is not the most ideal month to sell a convertible in Virginia Beach. Strange, I know. But we were patient (or rather, J was patient. I don’t usually mess with these kinds of things).

Valentine’s Day started like many Saturdays in our house… we made a quick trip to Costco, and then met up with a Photographer… at the last minute, we decided we needed to have the Heir photographed. We called up Tianna and invited her over to feel her out and so she could get a feel for the spaces in our home. She took a few test shots, and then was on her way.

BCGLifestyleMaternityPhotosT.Y.PhotographyVirginiaBeachMaternityPhotos-2After all that activity, I laid my large self down for a nap, while J met up with a lady from Craigslist. (Not the first time he met with a potential buyer for the car. Probably about the fifth time, actually.) A few minutes into the nap, he woke me up (!) to sign paperwork… he sold the car! Heyoooo.

We then made ourselves a nice steak dinner, set the table all romantically (with candles! And china!), and enjoyed what we knew would be our last Valentine’s Day dinner pre-children. After dinner, in true romantic fashion, we settled ourselves in front of the fireplace and I watched Lockup (THE BEST SHOW EVER)… J fell asleep around 9. By 10:30, I was ready for bed as well, and we migrated back to the bedroom. 2015-02-14 18.46.56At 12:45am, I woke up with a contraction. Not the first time I have woken up with a contraction, so I settled down and tried to go back to sleep. Throughout the end of my pregnancy, I’ve had many Braxton Hicks contractions, but this was different. Stronger. More intense. I got up, went to the bathroom, and tried to lay down again. (They say you should walk around and drink some water to determine whether or not a contraction is real. They will go away if they’re just faking it.) Falling back to sleep, however, was not to happen… contractions kept coming. Slowly at first, but they grew stronger and more consistent. By 2:30, it was time to wake up J. Game on.

To be continued…

On the Homestretch!

Week 28: Remember how I said that I could be pregnant forever and this is great and yadda yadda yadda? Forgive me. I was wrong. I will never say such a thing again. Nope. I had a little run-in with some SERIOUS heartburn/ Acid Reflux this past week, and the best way to describe it is that I had flu-like symptoms. Except it was heartburn. Confused? Yeah, I was too. REGARDLESS. The little nugget is still active, healthy, and kicking away. #grateful2014-11-24 12.00.01

Week 29: This week, I discovered that dropping things on the ground IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN. I can’t reach the floor. Since being [a lot] more careful with what I’ve been eating, the heartburn hasn’t come back. Phew. Decorating for Christmas whilst prego is kinda fun, actually. It makes me feel all domesitcated and junk. Or something.2014-12-01 17.46.23

Week 30: Every afternoon, it seems as if my fingers like to play this fun game called “swell up and hurt.” I hear this is normal, but I should probably decrease my salt intake to help it out. Ooookay, I can do that. Baby Shower week is here! Yay! Also, we had our birthing class. Not as terrifying as I figured it would be, which was nice. But strange because they didn’t really go over breathing techniques and such, which I expected.2014-12-13 08.14.27

Week 31: We had the Baby Shower last week, and it was awesome. I teared up only once, so that’s a win. We also had our hospital tour this week, and it. was. incredible. I can’t wait to describe that place in more detail. Up until this point, I had been wearing some non-maternity [stretchy] dresses, but it seems as if those days are coming to an end… the dresses are becoming more like tunics… yeeeiiiikes. And! I started my prenatal yoga classes (in a studio!) this week, and it’s been awesome. Suuuuper helpful.2014-12-18 21.40.48

Week 32: More of the same. Growing, stretching, etc. Although now, my fingers are still swelling, so I finally bit the bullet and took off two of my wedding rings (I usually wear three). And it’s much more comfortable. Also, tiny human has discovered poking and stretching into places (such as rib cages) that is less than comfortable. I also had my first bout of “sickness” whilst preggo, which was just allergies for a couple of days. Nothing too terrible, but an experience nonetheless.2014-12-26 15.45.34

Week 33: A New Year, a New Baby! It’s just starting to hit both J and I that we will, in fact, be toting around a tiny human child in approximately 7 weeks. And it’s permanent. He’ll be here. Forever. The weight of caring for, raising, and loving a tiny human entrusted to us is incredible. We are grateful. We are hopeful. We are overwhelmed by it all. Also, the [occasional] sleepless nights have started. I woke up at 330 the other morning, with no hope of going back to sleep. So I thought about tiny human and prayed for him for a couple hours until my alarm went off.2014-12-30 20.45.14Also, this is funny: Week 30 vs week 32 photo–

2014-12-30 21.15.03Week 34: Tiny Human and I have had a pretty good week thus far. No major bouts of heartburn, although I think I have figured out how to manage it, which is awesome. It includes a couple of tums, a peppermint or two (ie- clearance candy canes), and learning how to [properly] stand up straight, thanks to yoga. Also, I finally got to indulge in my French Toast craving. And it was delicious. We’ve started packing our hospital bag, and the stroller is loaded in the trunk. Getting closer!     2015-01-09 17.02.13Week 35: Things are about to get real. Also, exhaustion. Similar to the first-trimester in wanting to sleep, minus the nausea (yeaaaaahhhH!), but add in not being able to touch my toes. (I went to sleep the other night at 7. BECAUSE I’M CRAZY!) J and I have started really been cutting back on extracurricular activities and just hanging out and having family time… it’ll never go back to just the two of us, which is bittersweet. Gosh, I love that man.

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Week 36: Tiny Human is sitting way lower these days, which is great for the whole breathing thing. Not as great for the whole “walking straight” thing. But whatever… because that means HE’S COMING SOON!! According to the Doc, things are progressing quite nicely. Hooray for tiny human!

2015-01-20 17.32.09Week 37: 37th week! That means technically, Tiny Human is full term. The next post will [hopefully] be beautiful pictures of a tiny human. Again, everything seems to be progressing nicely. He’s right where he needs to be (head down), measuring on schedule, and kicking/ wiggling as much as he has room for. Also, I’m straight up waddling. He’s sitting so low in belly that walking proves to be much more of a challenge than what it used to be. I’m still feeling good, although I would welcome daily naps (if my job allowed). As such, going to bed at 8 suffices. :)

Thanks for the kind words of support and encouragement! He’ll be here soon!!

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The little #GoldNugget’s room

I can’t wait to bring the little buddy home and show him his room. In reality, I foresee the following: J will scoop tiny human out of his car seat and take him for a grand tour of his brand new house while I quietly sob in the corner, hoping to never forget how sweet of a moment it is.

J will slowly walk tiny human around and show him all the fun things in his room…

Where he will rest his little head:Crib Complete_HouseofGoldThe mobile he will look at when he can focus his little eyes:Ship Mobile_HouseofGoldThe dresser that holds his tiny human clothes:Closet Corner_HouseofGold

The curtains that block out light and let him sleep:Nugget Curtain Close_HouseofGoldThe chair him and his Mom (that’s me!!) will sit for hours in while he feeds:Nursing Corner_HouseofGold

And the room that he will grow up in:Nugget Room Overall_HouseofGoldSo much love for this little one already.