My Birth Story/My C-Section Experience

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Parker Brooks//02.22.2017//5:22 pm//8 lbs 5 oz 21 in

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Let’s start a few days before I went into labor. I mentioned in my previous blog The Road To Parker that I had tried everything in the book to induce my own labor at least a week before I finally went into labor. My parents came down to see him come into the world and they were only here for two weeks so I was stressing, hoping he would come soon. I want to say it was a couple of days before labor began that I went to Target with my mom and dad, my mom wanted me to walk as much as possible to possibly induce me. I’m assuming it did something because that night I lost my mucus plug/had my “bloody show”. I freaked out, I told everyone! I assumed my son was going to be here any day now but of course the person that I am I had to google it. “The mucus plug can indicate that labor should start within the next couple weeks to months”… Thanks Google. That was probably on I’d say the 18th of February.

February 20th

I was having a decent amount of contractions some uncomfortable, some not so much. I started timing them and they were coming ever 5 or so minutes, of course me being a first time mom I assumed it was time. We all got in the car and headed to the hospital. I was ready to go, it was time for him to get here… for me at least. We got into triage so they could check out my contractions and check my dilation. I was only 1-2 cm dilated but my contractions were steady. They had me do some walking for an hour and see if I progressed at all and nothing happened. They sent me home almost immediately after I got back from walking. It was a very disappointing day, I finally thought things were happening but I guess Parker wasn’t ready just yet. Fast forward through that night, I barely slept. I was still having steady contractions.. I maybe got 4 hours of sleep that night so I was exhausted the next morning.

February 21st

The contractions stopped for a while this day so we decided to go to the mall and do some last-minute shopping and get some lunch. The first hour I was doing great, had a few small contractions but nothing too crazy. After I ate that all changed, I’m walking through the mall having to stop and lean against walls because the contractions started getting so strong. I told all my family that it’s definitely time this time, I could feel it Parker was coming! We left the mall and headed home to pick up stuff for the hospital that wasn’t in the car and we headed there! We got into triage this time and got me checked, I was at 4 cm dilated. I was so excited, my blood pressure was also a little high as well. So with how dilated I was and my blood pressure being higher than normal they admitted me. Everything was great, we got into my labor/delivery room and I visited with family for a while. My contractions really weren’t that bad and I honestly would have either waited longer or not have gotten an epidural at all had it not been for what happened next.

We were all just talking and having a good time, I think they recently checked me again around this time and I was about 5-6 cm. All of a sudden one of the monitors started going crazy and the nurses came in and were trying to get a hearing again on Parker’s heartbeat and also around that time I guess my blood pressure spiked really high, like dangerously high. I had to get an oxygen mask and eventually they had to give me magnesium, apparently if I hadn’t gotten that I could have gone into a seizure which is terrifying to think about. So with that magnesium I had to be on bed rest, so therefore I had to get a catheter which meant I had to get the epidural before hand. Not only that, they weren’t getting very good readings on Parker’s heartbeat and my contractions so they had to put internal monitors on. One for my contractions and one for Parker’s heartbeat that goes on his head. After that was all done I was feeling great. If you haven’t had an epidural and are thinking about getting one, just know it’s a super weird sensation not to feel your legs. Not going to lie, at one point I had Mark punch my leg to make sure I couldn’t feel anything!

After all this happened I actually progressed really fast, the next time they checked me I was at 9 cm! Then they came back checked me again and I was at 7-8… don’t freak out if that happens to you. Either the nurse didn’t check you correctly or you have a little bit of swelling to make it seem like you lost a couple cm. Not a big deal I promise! Maybe an hour after that I was at 10! The nurse told me to hold off on pushing for a while if I could, that lasted maybe a half hour then I could feel so much pressure. I told the nurse, I can’t wait anymore I have to push. So it all started, I was about to meet my son! My mom, husband & sister-in-law were all in there helping and supporting me. I couldn’t have done this without any of them. I was in labor for a little less than 24 hours and I pushed for 2 hours and 45 minutes with nothing to show for it. It did not feel like that long, it honestly to me felt like a half hour of pushing. My doctor came in and told me we had to get him out and vaginally wasn’t going to happen. His head ended up getting stuck in my pelvis…(Got the big head from his daddy). So it was C-Section time… the one thing I didn’t want to happen, the thing I dreaded my whole pregnancy, the thing I was terrified of having to deal with was about to happen.

February 22nd/My C-Section

My husband was putting on his OR outfit, I was still in the labor and delivery room waiting to get wheeled in to OR. I’m not sure if it was my nerves, the magnesium, the labor or a mixer of all of it but I threw up.. a lot. Mark couldn’t find one of those puke bags and we were the only ones in the room so I ended up throwing up on the floor and on the legs of his outfit. (Sorry honey!) About 15 minutes later they come to get me to go to the OR, I say I’ll see ya later to my family and they bring me in. If you’ve ever been in an OR you’ll know it’s super bright and for me it was pretty damn cold. They put me up on the operating table and gave me more of my epidural and I’m assuming a spinal block. I don’t remember much of it to be honest, I was extremely exhausted from very little sleep and labor. I do remember asking for Mark and when he was going to be able to come in, I remember them pinching my stomach to see if I could feel anything and I remember them putting the blue curtain up which meant shit was about to go down. Mark finally got into the room and they had started. You can’t feel anything aside from pressure, I fell asleep for the majority of the c-section. BEST SLEEP I GOT IN 24 HOURS and I was being operated on haha! I was finally woken up by feeling a TON of pressure in my pelvis as they pulled Parker out of me. His head was really stuck, I could feel how stuck he was and I felt so much relief as they pulled him out. The cry… I heard my son cry for the first time and it was the most beautiful sound in the whole world, one I will never forget. Mark went over to see him and they brought him to me. I remember kissing his nose and for whatever reason, I might have just been super tired I didn’t cry when I first saw him. Once I saw Mark hold him for the first time I broke down in tears, this man who I’ve loved for 12 years was holding our son and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. They sewed me up and rolled me to recovery holding my little man. I don’t remember this but my sister-in-law said Mark came out yelling “I’m a father!” with his hands in the air and that is just amazing. Our little man was finally here and our family is complete! My recovery, that’s for another post! Enjoy some pictures I took right after I got to the recovery room, excuse my tired face! 🙂


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The Road To Parker

My Pregnancy Experience

I’m going to be as real as possible here. I’m not one to sugar coat my experience of pregnancy, no one really should. First time moms need to know exactly what could/will happen. So here it goes…

Early/first trimester pregnancy symptoms for me:

  • Frequent peeing
  • Tender breasts
  • Exhausted all the time

We found out really early that I was pregnant, I was only 4 weeks when we found out. So I didn’t have too many symptoms right off the bat. The main one was being tired all the time. If any of you have ever worked an open to close shift, being on your feet all day and then going in the next morning with maybe 2 hours of sleep the next day that’s how tired I was. It was not pretty because to be completely honest if I don’t get enough sleep I am a cranky bitch. That’s honestly how my whole first trimester was, just completely exhausted and needing to be a whole lot. I will also say the amazing sense of smell women get when pregnant is crazy! I heard about it a lot but I didn’t think it would be so bad. The majority of the time it was cool because I could smell anything from a mile away and know exactly what it was. I’d say about 20% of the time it sucked more than anything, especially when anyone at work would bring in fish or seafood… That’s the worst, well for me at least. I got grossed out for the longest time by any seafood or chicken.

Second trimester symptoms:

  • Sense of smell increased more
  • Round ligament pains
  • Back pain
  • Slight swelling

You know how whenever you’re talking about pregnancy symptoms everyone is like “Oh honey, just wait until that second trimester. You’ll have so much energy you wont know what to do with it!”… I call bullshit. I wasn’t as exhausted but I was still crazy tired all the time. I never got that sudden burst of energy, I just got more bitchy and more pains. However, the best part of the second trimester for me was feeling my son move for the very first time. It felt like butterflies but I knew it was him. Also, at 15 weeks we went in for our gender determination ultrasound! We had a gender reveal party, neither me or Mark knew what the sex was until the party. His sister was in charge of the whole thing and it turned out perfect! 14232552_1419902464689856_3801366845459584995_nAlso if you’re wondering, round ligament pain is awful. It basically feels like cramps but 5x worse. To top that all off not only did I have that round ligament pain and not know what it was I was also experience some spotting and as a first time pregnant women, of course the first thing I did was freak out thinking something was wrong. Luckily everything was okay!

Third trimester symptoms:

  • Exhausted…Again
  • Pregnancy insomnia
  • Emotional
  • Uncomfortable

Yay! Third trimester, let’s get this baby out of me! That was my thought once I hit 37 weeks, he could literally come at any point these next 3 weeks. Did he? …No. The third trimester is honestly THE WORST. Now keep in mind, I’m not telling all of you this so I can scare you. I just want you to be aware. We know all about the exhaustion, let’s talk about that insomnia. How exciting, you’re 3 weeks (give or take) away from having your baby and you know you’re extremely tired but your brain is working overtime. Thoughts consume you, “Do I have everything I need for this baby?” “Can I even handle taking care of another human?” “I have to push a watermelon sized baby out of me in 3 weeks!” etc. I remember at least a week or 2 before he arrived I tried everything in the book to induce myself. Pineapple, spicy food, walking, sex, and the worst of them all yes… castor oil. NOT ONE THING WORKED! So just a PSA to all you first time pregnant women, let them come when they come. Unless your doctor thinks it’s best to induce you, just relax. That’s something I wish I did instead of think every second of the day when I was going to go into labor.

All in all I will say, I had an amazing pregnancy despite all the awful symptoms I have the most amazing baby boy and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I love him more than I love myself and I’d do it all over again if I had to. 🙂

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How We Found Out!

A glimpse into one of the best days of our lives!

My husband and I conceived in May, either the 26 or 27 and yes I know that for sure because it was the only two times we tried. I’m so very thankful that we didn’t have any issues conceiving our son and I don’t take that for granted at all. Call me crazy but I swear I knew I was pregnant the day after. I know, I know that’s impossible BUT I just felt different and I know there are a lot of women who have felt the same way. Fast forward to June (around the beginning) since I was so convinced that I was pregnant I made my husband drive to the nearest Wal-Mart (everything else was closed). We bought the curved first response pregnancy test, came home and I immediately went to the bathroom to take it. All the while Mark (my husband) kept telling me “It’s too soon, we shouldn’t have even bought one yet”. I didn’t care, I was too convinced that I was to listen to him. I should have… Obviously I got a negative on the test. So we waited & waited. I was going to wait until I missed my period, we didn’t make it to that point.

June 11th, 2016

I didn’t want to over think about whether I was pregnant so I didn’t mention it at all this day. We decided to go out to eat and to a movie. The whole morning before we went out I was peeing a lot. Multiple times before we left for lunch, before we got our table, during lunch, after lunch & before the movie. It was probably about 10 times in the matter of 2 hours which is insane for me. Mark finally mentioned it I think after the movie and off we went to Target to buy another test. This time the Clearblue digital with week predictor, my favorite test by the way I highly recommend it! Came home and took it right away because lo and behold I had to pee AGAIN! We waited those long 2-5 minutes, I swear it felt like an hour and I couldn’t even look at the test. We had it down on our table and I heard Mark gasp, I looked down to see PREGNANT 1-2 WEEKS! I started bawling my eyes out and said “Does that really say what I think it says!?” we still joke about that to this day! I think that was the happiest I’d been since our wedding day, we talked the whole day about when to tell our family, what gender we hope the baby is, names & everything else baby related.

It was a magical day & a day that I’ll never forget.13590239_1370838669596236_4114516519224831742_n

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Growing Up

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

It’s the question we all here when we’re younger. The answers we gave were all very similar. A doctor, a veterinarian, an astronaut, a lawyer, an athlete or a parent. I remember when I was younger probably about 8 to 9 years old my dream was to be a vet, I loved playing with animals. We had birds, hamsters, dogs & cats growing up and I loved them all. I assumed all I would do is play with them and give them medicine when they’re sick and they’d be all better. I then realized that I would have to at some point in that career put animals down or have to deal with the grief of not being able to make them better. For a while I contemplated it and still really wanted to be a vet, that was until my sister had her first baby when I was 11 years old. I helped her take care of her when I could. I’d feed her, put her to bed, bathe her and play with her all the time. I swear I tried to take care of her more than my sister did.

It was at that point in my life that I realized my dream in life was to be a mom. I would think about it all the time, about how much I’d care for my children, about how much fun I would have taking care of them. I obviously didn’t realize how much hard work and dedication there is in taking care of a child until I had my own. When it was my nieces and nephews sure I could play with them and help my sister take care of them but I was able to give them back when I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with them. (I still tried to figure it out though. I tried anything to make them not cry or be sad.)

20170304_154021Fast forward 15 years later, I’m now 26 years old with my first child. Once he came into the world I was even more aware that I was meant to be a mom… No, I was born to be a mom. He’s my life, there are times when I can’t remember how my life was without him. My life is so much better with him in it. He’s an amazing 3 month old little boy, sure there are days when he’s more cranky than normal (he’s teething :/) but when I can get him to calm down and get back to my happy little man I feel accomplished. I’m lucky enough to have my dream come true and I never take that for granted!

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