baby #2

Well, since the news has been out for a few weeks now, I assume most everyone knows that John Scott, Brilee and I are expecting baby number 2 come February 2015!!!

 

We honestly couldn't be happier!

This baby that's growing rapidly inside of me has been smothered already with prayer and love.

 

 

Ever since we found out that I was in fact pregnant with a healthy baby, I've been wanting to blog about it.  But before I go into details of everything leading up to this pregnancy, I want to share the fun stuff first.

 

 

As of today I am 14 weeks.

Due date is February 11th

I was extremely sick for about 2 weeks. Zofran was my BFF.

After that it was just extreme exhaustion.  I dont recall being that tired with Brilee.

I couldn't eat any form of meat for the first trimester. Gag me!

Now I'm craving veggies, salads and chocolate milk.

The doctor mentioned I would probably show a lot faster this time around- she wasn't joking.

Uncomfortable at night is an understatement.

Heartbeat was 178 the first few times but dropped to 160s the last time.

We find out in 2 weeks what baby Smitherman is!!!!!!

So far, this pregnancy and baby has been healthy and perfect.

Thank You Jesus.

 

 

Now that most of the answers are out that people ask or wonder, let me tell you the story behind this miracle child.

(let me state, this post is real. it will have raw emotion in it.  no, im not doing it for attention. im doing it because God has blessed us and He deserves the praise and honor of this.)

 

 

A few months after John Scott and I tied the knot, we unexpectedly found out I was pregnant.  We were not trying, but excited none the less.  I had a regular yearly appointment coming up in a few days so I was able to have an ultrasound done pretty soon.  First ultrasound showed I was about 5 weeks pregnant and there was already a little heartbeat.  Best sound ever!!!  I went and did the protocol blood work, started my vitamins and thanked God for this gift. 

Since I was only 5 weeks the first appointment and the heart beat was low (normal for that early, but just not what they like...) they wanted me to come back in a few weeks to make sure the heart beat was in fact speeding up. So at 7 weeks I went back and the heart beat was in fact exactly where it needed to be!

But the next morning I woke up and just felt like something was off.  In fact, my in laws stopped by that day and I even told them I just didn't feel right.  Well, it wasn't just a few hours later when I started spotting.  I immediately called my mother who told me to call my doctor.  By now it was right at 5:00pm and they told me to get in bed and come in first thing in the morning.  The spotting wasn't terrible and I wasn't cramping so I really wasn't completely freaking out, but none the less, I was freaking out.  Morning came and I went in for my ultrasound.  The bleeding hadn't stopped over night and in fact, it had gotten heavier.  I knew without a doubt, I had miscarried.  But when they did the ultrasound, there was still a baby with a heartbeat... talking about surprised!!  My doctor talked to me a while and said right now it was out of their hands, if I was going to miscarry, they couldn't stop it this early on.  She went on to say that I might not miscarry as well, but I needed to be on bed rest until she told me other wise. I also had to be put on hormone suppositories.

Well that night, the cramping started.   I called my doctor again and she told me I was probably miscarrying and that I needed to take some tylenol and stay in bed.  Yall, I wouldn't wish that pain (physically and emotionally) on anyone.  Words will never be able to explain the pain.  Our hearts were broken.

A few days later I had to go back for blood work and an ultrasound to make sure my body did what it was suppose to do.  It did.  I was no longer pregnant with our baby.  I sat in my doctors private office and talked for almost an hour.  She explained to me how it's more common for women to miscarry at least once than for women not to.  And deep down, I knew that, but it still didn't take away that sting. 

My doctor encouraged us to try again in a few weeks.  We weren't ready!

 

Months went by.  Well to be exact, 9 months went by when I peed on a stick again and it read "pregnant." 

This time around, we didn't get near as excited.  We were so scared.  I called my doctor immediately and she had me come in for blood work asap.  It showed that I was about 4 weeks along, barely pregnant, and that my levels were low.  So this time they started me on those suppositories right then and in 48 hours I had to go back to see if they were doubling.  They weren't.  I had just left the hospital from the second round of lab work when my nurse called me to tell me that I was in fact going to have another miscarriage.  She said something about my doctor wanting to see me the next day, but I couldn't tell you anything else that she said.  I hung up and collapsed on the ground outside of my house.   I cried and cried and cried. I kept asking God why. Why me? 

You see, the first miscarriage hurt.  It broke my heart, but more than anything it was physically hard.  I understood that those things happen from time to time and it was common. But this time around, it hit me emotionally a lot harder.  I mean one time is common, but is it common to happen a second time?  Was there something wrong with me?  I mean obviously I could get pregnant, but why did I keep losing them? 

After talking to my doctor again we agreed to do a big panel of lab work.  It would show if anything was wrong with me.  It came back good.  So she once again encouraged us to try again.  We didn't.  At this point, we were both just done.  I mean deep down we both wanted another child, but we were both just so terrified of having to go through this again.  So we stayed away from the idea of getting pregnant. 

But deep inside of me, I started battling a war.   Every single day I would question why.  Every single day I would tell myself I was a horrible person and that's why this all happened.  Every single day I placed the blame on myself. 

Finally, after months of going through hell, I called out to God.  I remember laying on my bedroom floor crying.  I know I was praying, but I don't remember what I was praying for.  I just remember calling out to Him.  I needed His peace and comfort, but most of all, I needed Him to take control of my life.  That day, things changed for me.  I was no longer having panic attacks daily.  I was no longer feeling like I was a bad mother or woman.  I was no longer in control, but He was. 

 

I honestly could not have made it through that year and some odd months without my Savior and some dear friends who constantly prayed for me. 

 

Then in April, John Scott and I went on vacation to St. Croix.  During that stay there we both agreed to start trying when we got back home.  We felt like we were ready, no matter the outcome.  If we got pregnant, wonderful.  If we didn't, that's great too; we already have one healthy perfect daughter to be proud of. 

 

Then one morning in May I woke up and took a test.  It immediately showed "pregnant."  I freaked out!!!  The first person I told wasn't my husband... I know I know... but I sent a text to a friend who had been praying for us.  After telling her, I made my mind up not to tell John Scott until my first doctors appointment.  But they lasted .495739 seconds.  I went into the living room and said "okay, so I have something to tell you, but don't get too excited or scared."  He just looked at me like what?  Then I said "I'm pregnant!!!!"  I'm pretty positive he just sat there in silence. 

That day I called my doctor and she brought me in immediately for lab and an ultrasound.  Lab work came back off the charts- every single thing was high and above average!  Ultrasound showed a baby.  In a week they had me come back.  Again, lab work was great and baby was bigger.  For the first 8 weeks I went every week to keep a check.  Every week God was showing us He was in fact in control.  After that appointment she told me she wouldn't see me again for two weeks instead of one.  So at 10 weeks I went back and again, baby was perfect.  At 12 weeks, baby was perfect.  Which leads me to where I am now.  14 weeks and going strong!!!!

 

 

You see... I'm not posting this to get attention or to make yall feel sorry for us.  No, I'm posting this because God has given us a gift.  Not only a gift of a precious baby, but a gift of trusting Him. 

 

I also said in the past that I trusted The Lord, but until this pregnancy, I really didn't.  I mean yeah I would say things like "God is in control" or "I trust Him."  but then I would google to see what the internet said or I would question my friends to get their opinion.  I never truly just handed it to God until this baby. 

And no, I'm not saying I'm perfect, because I'm not.  There are days when my back aches more than others and I freak out thinking something is wrong.  Or days when I text another friend who is pregnant and ask her if she had these pains.  But every day I ask God to control not only my life, but my heart, soul and mind.  I ask Him to comfort me.  I ask Him to give me peace instead of fear or worry.  And every day He gives me joy like He promises and every day He shows me how great it is to just trust Him 100%. 

I don't know what tomorrow holds. 

I don't know if this pregnancy will continue to be healthy or not.

But I know without a doubt, He is controlling the situation. 

I know that He will give me strength to continue this journey no matter the outcome.

Because my God is an awesome God and His timing is perfect.

 

 

So no matter the situation you  may be in.  Rather it be infertility, multiple miscarriages, cancer, financial struggles, family issues... give it to Him.

No, we might not like the outcome in the end, but trust Him. 

There is a reason. We may not know it or understand it, but He will comfort you through it.

 

 

 

 



shut up and hug them

Yikes!!!

I can't believe its been 3 months since I last blogged.

Time has came and gown way too fast.

 

A few times I have opened up my computer to start writing,

but each time I end up holding down the "backspace" bar.

Maybe I wasn't motivated!

Or maybe I wasn't inspired.

Either way, it obviously wasn't meant to be said.

 

But here in the past few days, I've had a lot on my mind.

My heart has been heavy and I catch myself during Brilee's nap time thinking out loud.

So today while she sleeps...

I'm going to share what my heart has been dealing with.

 

 

 

We live in a society today that is harsh.

If you are curvy, well you're fat.

If you don't eat "clean", well you're going to die.

If you weigh less than 120lbs, you're anorexic.

If you brag about your spouse on fb, you are obviously in a bad relationship.

But if you don't brag about your spouse on fb, you are obviously having problems.

If you have an abortion, you are going to hell.

If you give your child up, you are selfish.

But I dare you to have a child out of wedlock!!!

 

You get the point? 

 

Well if not, let me go on....

 

Example:  Divorce.

 

I come from a family that divorced. 

My parents, after 28 years of marriage divorced. 

No one saw it coming!

I mean, they were the "perfect" couple with the "perfect" family.

They were CHRISTIANS!!!

(gasp!!!!!)

But they divorced.

 

Was it hard to deal with? Yes!

Did it break my heart? Yes!

Was I mad? Yes!

Did it affect me? Yes!

Did I survive it? Yes!

 

So what are you getting at, Shealee?

 

My point... simple.

CRAP HAPPENS!!!!

 

I don't think my parents went into their marriage back in the day thinking they would get divorced.  I think they truly loved each other. I think even today, they still love each other.  (please do not take that as me saying my parents want to get back together!!!! good lord.) 

What I am saying is... no one knows what happens behind close doors.

To the world, my parents were perfectly happy.

To each other, they weren't.

They tried making it work.

They just couldn't.

Life happened.

 

Another example:

I know a girl who gave a child up for adoption.  A single woman.

Was she physically capable of raising a child?

Probably so.

But no one knows what was going on in her mind.

Maybe that child was brought into the world due to an unhealthy relationship.

Was it the childs fault? NO!!!

But maybe that woman thought if she looked at that child, she would only see bad things.

Selfish? NO!

To you? Maybe.

But guess what... your opinion... it doesn't matter.

 

Again another example:

There is a relationship that is so broken.

Both partners are unhappy.

You wouldn't know it if you didn't really know them.

If you just saw them on the streets or fb, you would think they are great.

But the kids are the only thing keeping them together.

Why?

Because this world tells them it's wrong.

 

 

 

 

Maybe none of the above is making sense to you.

But you see...

in the three examples I gave you, all the parties involved were torn.

Not only were they dealing with personal things, they were having to deal with you.

 

Instead of opening up your arms and saying..

"I'm here for you."

You were saying all the things they did wrong.

Instead of showing love,

you were showing hatred.

Instead of showing God,

you were showing the world.

 

People need love.

They don't need advice.

They don't need your opinion.

They just need love.

Maybe even some acceptance.

 

You are not God.

Yes, we are His people and we should spread his word.

But how about for once...

don't use words and use actions.

Show His love to the ones who are broken.

 

I know when my parents went through their divorce,

some of our closest friends hurt us the worse.

Instead of just loving us, accepting the fact this was going to happen, and being their for us.

They chose to judge us.

They chose to tell us how wrong it was.

They chose to give us advice when it wasn't their business.

My parents, sister and I needed support.

We needed laughter and love.

Yet, we got how wrong it was.

Do you not think my parents knew divorce was ugly?

Do you not think after 28 years of marriage, they tried?

 

 

Do you not think the girl who gave her baby up cried in her room because she was broken?

Do you not think she didn't care?

Do you not think that maybe even to this day, she might slightly regret it?

But yet... there you are thinking she is just a selfish woman.

 

And what about the couple who is strictly in it for the kids..

Do you think living together in an unhealthy relationship is right?

Kids see that.

Well, then they should go to counseling.

But guess what... they already have!

But once again, they are living their life for you.

Because you can't seem to stop judging and start loving.

 

 

 

 

My point in all the mess of words.

Start loving.

Stop judging.

 

Your opinion really doesn't mean anything in this world.

But yet, it's destroying people.

 

Next time you see someone dealing with something, try not to tell them what they did wrong, but instead just shut-up and hug them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



gluten free

Those who know me, know I live my life around the bathroom.

Like literally.

If I'm going on a road trip- I don't eat until I have reached my destination.

If I'm staying over night some where, visiting friends at their place and/or traveling- I eat Imodium.

If I have to run errands in town- I schedule my day around the nearest toilet.

 

If my sister and cousins read this, they can confirm.

Actually, I'm sure they could tell you a few embarrassing stories!

But lets hope they don't :)

 

As far back as I can remember, this has been my life.

At first it was embarrassing and I lived a miserable life because of it.

Now, not so much. I've come to embrace it. 

 (okay, maybe not embrace it, but I've learned to deal with it.)

On my first date with my now hubby, I told him...

"if I say I have to use the restroom- I mean pull over now, not 10 minutes down the road."

I'm pretty sure he looked at my like I was crazy, but within a few dates, he understood completely.

 

 

Even though I have always had a "sensitive" stomach- I've been able to live with it. 

Yes, it was embarrassing at times.

Yes, it was miserable.

Yes, it sucked.

But it never got to the point where I thought something major was wrong.

 

Until this past summer.

 

Going to the bathroom 3-4 times a day was nothing!

The cramps were killing me.  Like almost as bad as contractions.

So I finally made an appointment with the GI doctor.

Since I wasn't having blood, he wanted to try me on iron 3x a day to see if that would help.

It didn't.

I was still going constantly.

Then one week in November, I started having some blood and lost almost 6lbs in just a few days.

So back to the doctor I went.

He scheduled me for a colonoscopy that week.

(NO ONE SHOULD EVER HAVE TO DO THAT!!!!!)

But thankfully mine came back normal. My colon was fine!

So we did another test to check my stomach and intestines.

Plus blood work to see if I was allergic to gluten.

The week before New Years, I found out that I was in fact allergic to gluten.

 

 

With all of that being said...

I'm now learning to cut out gluten.

No, I'm not that crazy person who is cutting it all out at once.

I have my cheat days!

I'm also not that person who is going to make my own mustard, ketchup, ranch and blah blah blah.

So basically I'm just cutting out my carbs and stuff that obviously has gluten.

 

BUT

tonight I was going to be all domestic and make home made gluten free sweet potato muffins.

I should have known that was a terrible idea.

It was a major fail!!!!!

 

 

 

So on this blog you will probably see me post about:
having celiac
hating gluten free stuff
trying new gluten free stuff

but you will not see me post about:
recipes
and how great gluten free stuff is

because lets be honest, I would rather have a cheeseburger, beer and a big chocolate chip cookie with REAL flour.
and obviously cooking gluten free just isn't my thing.

 

 

childlike faith

* just a little fact before going into this blog.  I'm okay with thunderstorms.  They don't bother me at all unless I'm out in them.  I hate loathe driving in them.  I would rather be in a room full of grasshoppers than to drive in the rain- much less storm. And if you know me, you know I'm terrified of grasshoppers. *

 

 

In a post not long ago, I wrote about how we all deal with struggles in our lives.  I mentioned briefly about the struggle I'm facing and how it's personally the hardest thing I have ever been through.  I also wrote how on that day, I saw God.  How he was giving me strength to face it head on... again. 

 

That blog wasn't a lie.  That day was one of the hardest days I have ever faced.  Seeing my personal battle again was painful.  That day I just sat on my bedroom floor and cried.  I didn't know how I was going to go forward.  But like I said in that post, I saw God.  He surrounded me with His grace and love.  The comfort I felt after laying on the floor and crying out to Him, was incredible.  Something I cannot put into words. 

BUT

not every day is like that.

 

No, not every day do I see God or feel Him. 

Did he disappear?  Is he too busy for me?  Is my problem not big enough anymore?  Does He think I don't need Him? 

Why don't I feel Him every day??

Why is that some days His comfort is every where and then on others, sadness comes in?

Why is that on some days I feel like His will is being done and I shouldn't worry, but on other days I feel noting but doubt? Fear.

 

 

Well, today I had some errands I had to get done.  I had been putting it off as long as I could.  I couldn't put it off any longer.

So I got myself and Brilee dressed and off to town we went.

First stop, Bossier.  I had to go get measured for a bridesmaid dress.  On the way, I noticed the clouds looked a little dark- okay, a lot dark. But it was kinda far off so I didn't think much of it.  I got to the store, got measured, back in the car and Brilee started crying for french fries.  Off to McDonalds we went.  While ordering her food, the wind started to pick up and the sky was getting darker and darker.  By this time, I was telling myself we just needed to go home.  But I had more errands that needed to get done.  So I called my hubby and asked him how the weather was in Shreveport and how it looked on his phone.  He said... "it's a little cloudy, but nothing bad.. doesn't look like it's going to get bad either."  Me, "are you sure?  you know I hate driving in bad weather!!!"  Him, "nope, we might get a little rain, nothing bad, you should be good."  So off to my next stop. 

I remember growing up my mother use to always tell me...

listen to your gut. 
 

Well on the way to my next store, my gut was telling me to just go home.  But I'm hard headed and my meteorologist of a husband said the weather should be good.  I trusted him and had faith in his opinion.  Once we got inside the store, the gates opened up and it began to pour.  I'm not talking a little rain- I'm talking hurricane rain.  Sooo Brilee and I just kept shopping.  And it kept raining.  Forty minutes went by and it wasn't stopping.  I had two options.. keep shopping or get wet running to the car.  And seeing how Brilee was now crawling over Ultas floor like a dang animal- getting wet it would be. 

Soaked. We were soaked.  Head to toe, drenched.  Then Brilee thought now would be the perfect time to throw a fit because her "dress" aka a shirt was wet.  We sat in my car for another half hour before I was like... just man up Shealee and drive home. 

Yall- my knuckles were white I was holding the wheel so tight.  I just kept praying out loud that God would get us home safely and that the rain would stop.  I'm pretty sure I didn't go over 40mph.  The twenty minute trip home took us almost an hour.  The rain was coming down so hard, the wind was making it worse and the lighting was terrible. Cars were pulling over on the side of the road. The radio was doing that beep beep beep bad weather announcement crap and  I was freaking out!  But I just kept praying that God would get us home safely.   

But then I came to a red light.  And what I saw there... amazed me.

My daughter was in her car seat playing games on my phone.  Not a concern in the world.  And right then it was like a light bulb went off.

FAITH.

She has faith in me.  She TRUST me to take care of her.  She doesn't worry about what the next hour holds, she doesn't worry about what tomorrow will bring.  She lives in the moment and she has FAITH that I will protect, provide, shelter and love her. 

 

The rest of the way home, I kept driving in turtle mode.   My mind was still racing with the fact that Brilee is so quick to trust me and how I'm so quick to trust my husband.... but yet I don't trust my Heavenly Father on a daily basis. 

Why? 

Is it because I can't physically see Him? 

Or is it because I choose not to?

 

My husband is a great man.  He loves me and would die for me, but he is human.  He isn't perfect.  He makes mistakes (especially when it comes to the weather!!) But yet, every day, I choose to trust him. 

I'm Brilees mother.  Every day I wake up and protect her.  I love her more than life.  I would kill for her.   I'm human- I fail at being perfect for her.  She gets hurt, she gets sick, she fails because of me.  But she still loves me.  She still wants me even after I fail her.  She chooses to trust me when she is scared, hurt or sick. 

 

My Heavenly Father hasn't done anything to fail me.  He died for me. 

HE DIED FOR ME!!!!

So why don't I trust Him daily??

 

Yeah, my battle sucks. 

There are days that I feel Gods love and comfort.

Then there are days when I don't.

It isn't because He isn't here. 

I just simply have to trust and have faith.

And when I do...

I FEEL HIM!!!!

 

 

 

 

He will have no fear of bad news; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord.

Psalm 112:7

 

 

 



we have a hunter after all

If you met me during or after college, you probably don't think of me as a girly girl. 

Probably because I'm far from being a girly girl. 

The thought of putting make-up on and fixing my hair daily... just doesn't sound appealing.

The thought of dressing up sounds even worse.

But I wouldn't say I'm a country girl either.

I mean, hunting (every now and then) is okay.  Fishing is alright.  Camping, if there is electricity is fine. 

Give me a book, a pair of chucks, jeans and a t-shirt..

now that's me.

Simple.

 But if you knew me in my younger days...

then you know if you looked up "girly girl" in the dictionary

you found ME!!!

Paislee, my niece, is nothing compared to how I use to be.
 

 

My family loves telling stories about me stuffing my shirt so I could have boobies at the young age of like four. 

Playing dress up, acting like I was a mom, wearing make-up, having my hair done were just some of the things I use to love to do.

Matter of fact, I use to embarrass my mom by telling strangers they didn't match.

Around fourth grade, my mother taught me how to iron because she couldn't iron my clothes the right way.

Now, I don't even know what an iron is!!!!

 

Kinda like the picture my sister posted on facebook a few days ago..

the bigger the hair the closer to God.

That was my outlook on life when I was young.

And even though now I'm not girly....

I always figured my daughter would be.

I mean, that's how I was at one point.

WRONG!!!

My daughter is straight up country.
 

There is nothing girly, princess, glittery, sweet and soft about her.

She is rough, tough, and 100% tomboy.

 

Example.

The other night she was taking a bath and obviously had some gas.

What happens when you toot in the bathtub?

It makes bubbles.

Well, she thought that was the funniest thing ever.

I didn't act like it was a big deal because I'm sure all 2 year olds think it's funny. 

But then she said...

"mother (yes she calls me mother...) I farted."

I ignored her.

"mother, I farted and bubbles came out."

ignoring.

"mother, I FARTED and LIKED it."

what the hell????

Another example.

Today was such a pretty day so I figured I would take her to the park.

She loves the park!

After the park we went and got some ice-cream.

Then on the way home I needed to run by the store to grab some stuff for dinner.

I told her that she could pick out one prize, any prize she wanted.

We saw dolls, play jewelry and clothes, stickers, make-up, etc.

No, she grabbed the pop gun!

I said..

"you sure you want the gun?"

Her reply..

"I shoot deer!!!"

Needless to say, we got the gun.

 

 

 

birth story part 2

The moment I heard your cry, my life changed.

No other words could come close to describe that moment.

It simply changed.

 

 

  You were so little (much smaller than what the doctor predicted)

 and had this nasty stuff all over you,

but you were so perfect.

You had a tiny amount of hair, but I remember my first words were

"she has hair!!!!"

 

Your cry sounded like a dying donkey,

but it was the most beautiful sound in the world!

I remember just looking at you and smiling. 

I don't remember what I was exactly thinking...

but I know I was in all of you.

 

The moment they placed you on my chest,

I realized my heart was no longer inside of me.

It was in your tiny little hands.

 

 

I couldn't stop looking at you! 

You were absolutely the prettiest thing I had ever seen.

 

One of my favorite memories of the first minutes of your new life

was smelling your baby breath.

Call me weird, but it was the sweetest smell.

A smell I will never forget.

Your skin was so wrinkly and soft.

It felt like nothing I have ever felt before.

Your fingers and toes.. perfection!

Everything about your 7lb self was perfect.

 

At one point the nurse asked me if I wanted to let people start coming back.  I simply said no.  I wanted all the time to myself with you.  All I would let her tell the family in the waiting room was that you were born and we were okay.  I just needed time with you. 

Time to hold you.

Time to love on you.

Time to look you over from head to toe.

Time to thank God for you.

Before long though, your GG busted up in there. 

She had waited long enough and if it meant taking down the nurse, she was coming back there to check on us. 

Sharing you with friends and family sucked.

All I wanted was you in my arms and a freakin sandwich.

 

 

That night everyone told me to let you go back to the nursery so I could sleep.  

That didn't happen!!!

I held you all night long.

Literally!

 

We also gave breastfeeding a go that night.

You were stubborn from day one.

You were determined not to latch on.

And I was determined to make you.

It was a long night, but a great night.

 

 

Then morning came and I had to share you again.

I loved seeing all my friends and family love on you.

You were so content letting them pass you around.

Every second I fell in deep love with you.

You, my child, changed me.

It didn't take a day, or a few weeks.

It took one second.

 

You showed me the meaning of love.

Of unconditional love.

You showed me what life was all about.

You gave me a purpose to live.

Hope.

You made me a better person.

A stronger person.

You made me a MOM!

And that's something I will cherish until my last breath.

 

 

Brilee Paige, my world is simply you. 

January 19th, 2012 made me who I am.

There is no greater love than the love I have for you.

Thank you for loving me.

And thank you God for blessing me with this day.

A day that changed me.

 

 

 

 

the birth story...

of my beautiful Brilee!!!

 

 

Please know that this post is going to be raw.  I have no plans of going back and editing it.  What I write, is what you get.  This story is dear to my heart and I want to write everything down that I remember.  I hope one day, my precious little girl, will be able to look back at this and know how much she changed my life.

 

 

And let me state this fact real quick.  I had two fears at the end of my pregnancy.  Going into labor with unshaved legs and my hair looking like mufasa.  So for the last month, I literally shaved my legs every morning and fixed my hair.

With that being said, January 19th, 2012 started out normal. 

I was miserable, grouchy and fat.

I wanted Brilee out immediately- especially since for the last 3 weeks I was dilated to a 2 and nothing else was changing. 

So while I got out of bed, way too early, for my doctors appointment... I was silently praying that my doctor would say she would induce next week if nothing had changed at this appointment.

Knowing she probably wouldn't just pissed me off more.  

I was done!!! 

Sick of shaving my legs daily, fixing my hair and putting makeup on.  I was going to this appointment in yoga pants, a t-shirt and curly wild hair. 

 

After I was finally called back into the room, my doctor came in to measure my belly.  In the past, she would always measure it once and write something down.  Not this time.  This time she measured it, looked at my file, measured it again, looked at my file, measured it again and then said...

"Shealee, this whole pregnancy your belly has been a head or behind by a week, but today your belly is only measuring at 32 weeks.  We need to do an ultrasound immediately."

WTF!

 

Trying to stay calm, I went into the other room.  She began the hour long ultrasound and watched Brilee very carefully.  She clicked on things, did measurements and listened to her beautiful little heartbeat for ever.  Then she said the next scariest thing ever... "are you ready to have a baby today?"  Umm... if you had asked me two hours ago, yes I was ready.  But now that she just said "baby... today..."  I'm not so sure!!!! 

She went on to say that my amniotic fluid was extremely low and it was no longer safe to keep Brilee inside of me.  It was time for her to come out. 

 

FREAK OUT MOMEMT!!!!

For one, I was at this doctors appointment alone.

Secondly, my mother was 30 minutes away.

Third thing, I didn't have any of my bags ready.

And lastly, my legs weren't shaved nor was my hair fixed.

(yes, I realize none of those facts said "I'm about to be a mom")

 

After having a mini panic attack, I called my mom.  Once again, she isn't the person to call when you are freaking out- she doesn't help the case.  But she told me she would leave work as soon as she could, go grab my bags and head this way... and that I needed to call my dad to come meet me.  So after hanging up, I called my dad.  After briefly telling him what was going on and that I needed him, I still had an hour before I had to be at the hospital.  So what do you do before you have to be admitted into Labor and Delivery?  You go eat!!!!!  So I met my dad at subway.

 

At subway, I could barely sit still.  I was a nervous wreck.  My dad, who is a lot like my sister, is normally very calm and doesn't worry about anything.  He was doing a great job of calming me down and reassuring me that all was going to be okay. 

Once we got to the hospital and they started the IV, my nerves started to calm down.  I had contacted everyone letting them know what was going on and eventually people started coming in to see me.  The contractions weren't bad at all at first.  I was sitting up and enjoying the company of friends and family and laughing at the fact that by now my sister was already begging for an epidural.  (I was determined not to get one!) 

 

Then around 5:00pm my doctor came in.  She said I was progressing nicely, but she wanted a baby by 9:00pm.  So she (no lie) put her whole arm up me and did something I wouldn't wish on my enemy.  I'm still not certain what she did, but whatever it was, the contractions started.  Oh, did they start.  Within the next hour, I went from laughing and talking to holding the bedrail and giving everyone the evil eye.  At this point, I was begging for an epidural. 

Finally, they came to give me one!!  

But it wasn't 10 minutes after they gave it to me that I had the urge to use the restroom.  Matter of fact, it happened so fast that the man who gave me the epidural, was still in the room!  So the nurse checked me and confirmed that I was fully dilated and ready.  Only thing was... the epidural wasn't fully working and my doctor was 15 minutes away.  

Again... WTF!!!

 

That was the longest 15 minutes of my life.  Having the urge to push and them not letting you is hell on earth.  But when my doctor walked into that room and said "you ready?"  I thought I saw and heard God.  Yes, I was ready!!!!! 

 

7 contractions later....

I did hear the most precious sound ever.

My daughter crying!!!!

Earth stood still.

Time froze.

My life changed.

My heart was now in the hands of a 7lb 19" long angel. 

 

 

 

 

 

.....stay tuned for the 2nd part.....