And then there were 5

A party of five, that is. Brodie was born on a Tuesday morning in June. We had gone to bed late the night before, trying to finish everything that we (read "I") procrastinated on doing. I think I subconsciously thought that if I didn't do it that he wouldn't come until it was done. Maybe you can use that excuse when you're waiting around to go into labor naturally, but not such the case when you are scheduled for a c-section. Silly me. The thought of 3 kids was really starting to freak me out. After going go bed, I laid there trying to relax and hurry and sleep, hoping I could just sleep for the next 5 hours without a kid waking up or my having to pee. And then I started having contractions, off and on. All. Night. Long. With the other two pregnancies I only experienced braxton hicks contractions and wasn't sure what was happening at first. But they freaking hurt. I kept thinking something might be wrong because I didn't know what real contractions felt like. I was eventually able to relax and sleep in between so nothing too serious, plus we were going to the hospital in a couple of hours anyway so I was trying not to worry. After delivery, I found out I had been dialated to a 3, which I have never gotten to, and makes me wonder had we not scheduled the section for that day if Brodie would have tried to make his appearance anyway. 

My last section with Finn did not go well. I was not completely numb and I felt quite a bit of the surgery and was in a lot of pain. After surgery one of my nurses thought I had a post-op hemorrhage and so they were "massaging" my stomach/uterus alot, ya know, the one I just had major surgery on, to try and slow the bleeding. Found out from my dr later that it wasn't that bad and he thinks that because my nurse was new she may have just been a little excited. Oh. Gee thanks. Because of this experience I was scared to death to deliver Brodie. I had spoken with my dr multiple times about it and he let me know that he would not let that happen. If they couldn't get me completely numb and comfortable that they would put me under general anesthesia, which I did NOT want because then you don't wake up for hours and miss that time with your baby. Thankfully after speaking to the head of anesthesia before my surgery and letting her know what happened I was able to have an amazing delivery -- despite having to get TWO spinals. The first one went the same and I found out that it only numbed the left half of my body. Being half numb, they sat me up and gave me another and it worked magically. Whew!

 On our walk to the OR in our fancy hospital garb. Layne was excited he got to wear actual scrubs this time around instead of just wearing the full-body white jumpsuit over his clothes.

 Right after delivery. One of the nice nurses volunteered to take pictures. 

 When you get someone to take pictures and they are also trying to do other things, sometimes they don't get the shot you were hoping. Oh well. This is the first time I saw Brodie. And at this hospital, they let dad and baby stay while mom is getting closed up. It was so nice having them there to distract me.

 Getting skin-to-skin after surgery for our ride back to our recovery room. Not the most flattering shot, but I was pretty emotional. :)

 Measuring our little chub-a-lub and finding out he was quite a bit bigger than either of his older siblings.

 Relaxing after all the commotion of getting weighed, bathed, measured

 Lucy and Finn meeting their new baby brother

 Despite the crying, I'm pretty sure Lucy has this same smile on her face every time she gets to hold him. 

 The crocheted hat -- the nurses said it was the only one that size that they could find. None of my kids have been able to wear the little pink and blue hospital hats because their heads were so big, haha. 

 Getting ready to go home. 

 Lucy burping Brodie

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 Eyes open

Our three little munchkins