My pregnancy with Brenna was hard to say the least. I had horrible morning sickness that lasted through the entire pregnancy. It got less debilitating as the pregnancy progressed, but it was always there. I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes in my third trimester and forced to go out of work before I was ready, so I could attend about 7000 doctors appointments per week. (Just kidding, it was really 3-4 doctors appointments per week, but it felt like 7000). On top of that, I had to be on a diet (what pregnant woman wants to be on a diet?) and check my blood sugar like 4 times a day. It wasn't fun, but it was so worth it. And i'll get to that.
Brenna was breech through my entire pregnancy. And she was big. And by the time I was around 35 weeks we were pretty sure, she wasn't going to turn on her own. I discussed with my doctor (who is awesome) attempting a version. She left the decision up to me. She gave me the pros and cons of each option. In the end, we decided that the safer option for all of us was to schedule a c-section. And wouldn't you know it, once I had resigned myself to having a c-section, at my last ultrasound at 39 weeks, Brenna was trying to turn. Thats Brenna in a nutshell. Stubborn until its her idea. She never actually made the turn. She tried really hard, but she never made it. So a c-section it was.
On June 2, 2010, we arrived at the hospital at 6 am to prep for surgery. And I cried, the ENTIRE time. I am guessing it was a mix of nerves and hormones. But I cried from the moment they started prepping me, until after I was in recovery. The prep and everything was all relatively easy, and the nurses were very sweet. I pretty much knew all of the nurses anyway because I had been to L&D several times for monitoring and a few early scares. They wheeled me into the operating room at around 9am (My surgery was scheduled for 8:30 but my doctor is habitually late). The scariest part was the spinal. And of course Jason couldn't be with me for that, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I layed on the table, losing sensation in my legs, then my waist, then all the way up to my chest. Then I started to freak out because I felt like I couldn't breathe even thought the anesthesiologist had warned me I would feel that and told me "If you can speak to tell me you can't breathe, then you can breathe, so relax".
After that I heard the doctor say incision 9:18, and I was freaking out because Jason was not yet in the room. One of the nurses quickly noticed and they grabbed him before they could get too far. We sat there for only 5 minutes before Brenna arrived at 9:23 am. I heard her cry, and my tears came even faster. I couldn't wait to see her little face. Jason went over to see her and I heard he and the nurses taking bets on how big she would be. The nurses guessed she would be in the 8's and Jason said "She's over 9". Jason was right. Daddy knows best. She was 9lbs 6oz. A big girl! And she was beautiful. All 9lbs 6oz of her. She was the one who made us Mommy and Daddy. And she's been the best daughter we could have asked for.
Brenna Donna
9lbs 6oz
21.5 inches
June 2, 2010
9:23am
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