All in a day's work

So, I know I haven't blogged for ages. I think of something really good to write about, but it never happens. This is mostly the story of my life. Chaos and procrastination. It's pure bliss :) I'm seriously so in love with Glee (and Netflix) that I had a whole Glee marathon by myself this weekend. Okay, Brylee participated in the festivities somewhat. It was so intense, that I even lost a little bit of sleep over it. Well worth it though.
Isn't it so funny sometimes how life works out? More so the process of how and when things happen. I read a book last week called True Colors, and then I started seeing everyone's true colors. Needless to say, I'm a little annoyed. But I'm realizing what and who the important people are in my life and I couldn't be happier with who/what they are. I haven't really written Bry's story of her birth anywhere, so I figure I'll put it on here. Plus, I heard that some companies will take your blog and turn it into a book, so then it's like a journal anyways. With a side of carpal tunnel instead of pen or pencil smudges. Awesome!
She was one day late. Much better than the whole week or so I thought was going to happen, because let's face it: She's my daughter, which means she's stubborn and she does things on her own time. That Friday morning I woke up and wasn't feeling any different. (Also, I was kind of hoping she would wait until Superbowl Sunday so that way I could get her this cute little Packers outfit and email it to Ellen. How cute is that?) I'd been spending a lot of my time over at my parents house so that I wasn't going crazy in the utter silence. Dawn and Cam came down to visit with us and she had a friend coming over. We started talking about being preggers and labor stories. (Mostly I was just listening to the labor stories, ya know.) I'd decided that I wanted Dawn to be there to video tape, so as she was leaving I jokingly said "Well, I hope you don't drive all the way home just to have to come back tonight." She left and seriously an hour later I was starting labor. Does the phrase 'Be careful what you wish for' come to anyone else's mind? I didn't really feel too different, just a little bit of cramping which I hadn't had before so I laid down to see if they'd go away. Then I stood up. Then I walked. And guess what? They weren't going away. They weren't painful, just uncomfortable, and I didn't want to drive all the way out to Riverton and have them tell me I was in false labor so I waited. Then another hour passed and I started timing these contractions. They were always more than 90 seconds and were coming every 2 1/2 to 4 minutes apart. I was getting excited! Finally I decided it was time to go to the hospital and see what they had to say.
We got there a little after 6:30 and I was admitted by 7:30. I sent out the texts and waited for the troops to show up. Wendy, our nurse, was so amazing! I was technically supposed to be passed off to another nurse, but she loved me and the fam so much that she even called her husband to tell them that and that she was going to stick around. I told her I wanted a natural labor, and that I wanted the doctor to come break my water if possible to speed things along. The contractions were starting to get a little more painful, and I was getting tired quick. After the doctor came to break my water, which was about 8:30, things started going fast! My legs started shaking, kind of uncontrollably and that freaked me out a bit, but it also distracted me from the contractions. Everyone in the room was laughing and joking in hopes to get me to smile, but I was having none of it. I was seriously so tired that it almost felt like I wasn't even there.
At 10:20 I told Wendy that I needed to push, but she said I had one more centimeter to go and that she would go page the doctor. Page?! I was ready to push this baby out and he wasn't even there? Two more contractions and that was it. This baby was coming now, doctor or not! He walked in right at that moment and put his gloves on. Talk about good timing. And, this on call doctor, Dr. Colby, didn't really look like he didn't want to be there. I don't know if it's because he knew that I was a first time mom going natural or what, but he was not very reassuring when I saw him come mozey on in to deliver my baby.
5 pushes and 15 minutes later little Brylee entered this world at 10:55 pm. Okay, more like came flying into this world. Dawn almost missed it, and the doctor had to catch her. I just couldn't stop pushing. Then I was worried and kept apologizing because the birthing classes tell you to stop after the head so they can get the shoulders out. You just couldn't wait though Bry. You wanted to meet me as much as I wanted to meet you. So between crying and apologizing, I got to take my first look at you. You were the most beautiful person I had ever seen. You had so much hair! And you weren't even crying. You were just looking around like 'What's going on?' They laid you on my chest and I felt a love that I've never felt before. (Then the doctor scolded me and said that if you didn't cry you wouldn't pass your apgar test.) Don't worry- you passed! 9's and 10's Bry! You didn't cry during your shots, you didn't cry when they wiped you off, nothing. They brought you back to me and I just stared at you. I knew I was going to love you before you were born because I baked you to such perfection for 9 months, but seeing you for the first time was almost indescribable. I knew at that very moment that you were my whole life. Everything was going to be about you, and I couldn't wait for it to start.
You were such a good baby Brylee. You didn't fuss unless you were hungry, you were so wide awake and wanting to take everything in. You slept in my room that night, and you slept from 2 until 7. I just wanted to hold you all the time. And tell everyone about you. The day after you were born was pretty boring at the hospital, and I wanted to get out of there just as soon as we could. We had to wait at least 23 hours so they could test you for jaundice, but as soon as you passed we were discharged! So we left about 11 pm on Saturday night, and we slept in our own beds at home. I woke up at every little sound you mad, and even though I was so exhausted, I would stay up and watch you sleep. Okay, mostly make sure you were still breathing!
You still sleep a lot, and you still hardly cry, and all in all I consider myself the luckiest person in the world to be your mother. You are such a blessing to me and I am so grateful for you every second of every day. I love that big grin you give me when you see me after sleeping. I love that you talk in your sleep, because you do. I love when you sing duets with me while you just stare up at me, grinning the entire time. I love that sometimes it's almost like you don't know what your tongue is so you have to find out again. I love watching you look at yourself in the mirror. I love letting you sleep on my chest. I love everything you do, but mostly I just love you.