It's fitting and completely unoriginal to share her birth story now that she is 1, but I can't help but reminisce.
Sunday, we had a baby shower for Faith at our church in Tillamook. A few very wonderful ladies showed up to show their love for an angel yet to be born...and I was extremely pregnant. Her due day was the 26th and it was the 15th. Like all women in their last weeks of pregnancy, I was ready. After the baby shower, a few of us made plans to go to the Oregon Zoo in Portland (an hour away) the next day.
I woke up on Monday feeling weird. I woke up with back pain when I went into the labor with Blazer, and then my water broke at home shortly after I awoke. This was different. I just felt...icky. I called my friends and told them I had better take it easy. That was 8:30am. Aaron was in class at TBCC, and I was home with Blazer for the day. I felt pain but I was in denial. At 9:30 I called my mom and told her I thought I might be in labor. While on the phone with her, she laughed because I was breathing heavily. "You're in labor," she told me.
Crap...I can do this.
My doctor had told me to stay at home and labor as long as possible because I wouldn't be admitted until I was a few centimeters dilated. Well, I'm a wimp and that sounded horrible. But...I did. I walked around my house whaling like I was dying during contractions. I would sit, stand, lean over, etc. Blazer came to me during one of my contractions and said, "Mommy, you ok?" Sure bud...just dandy.
I texted Aaron that I was in labor but to just come home after class, not to rush. I knew I probably had a few hours. Cheyenne, a very good friend of mine, came over at 11:30 to keep an eye on Blazer while I labored. Aaron read my text during class, freaked out, and came home as soon as he could. At about 12, I had enough and went to my doctor to get checked. Luckily my doctor office and the hospital were only a block away. Almost 5 centimeters she had told me when I got there. Hospital time.
Thank. Goodness.
I went home, picked up Aaron, and then went to the hospital. I'm a big baby. I admit it. When they made me sit in a wheelchair to go a few stories up in the elevator, I wanted to scream - sitting during contractions hurt like hell. I got to my room, stood up, and grabbed the closest nurse to hold on for dear life while I suffered through another contraction. A few minutes later, the anesthesiologist came in for my epidural. I had an amazing doctor who called in my drugs right after I left her office. It was about 1:15 when I had my epidural.
Ah. I can breathe.
I relaxed. Chatted with Aaron and Cheyenne (who had taken Blazer to our daycare). And I slept a little. About 4 hours later it was time. Six pushes and she was out. I don't even think it took 10 minutes. Amazing. Beautiful. Perfect. She weighed 7 lbs 2 oz.
Faith Ann Brumbach
Now, a year later, we all adore her. Blazer loves her, even with his jealous spells. She's a happy baby with the best personality. Her giggle is contagious and she's a fast learner. Our life was wonderful when we had Blazer, but now it's everything we could have ever hoped for...and more.
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