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| her cake, first year I have bought a pre made one. |
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| Sweetest girl |
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| Brother hugs for her birthday |
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| Our mexican feast we had |
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| Her new bike, that she hates |
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| excited about presents |
Brooklyn had her 6th birthday this year ( June 24th)... wow that is so hard to believe that my baby is 6 already. It seems like just yesterday that we were wondering if she was even going to make it or not. I remember so vividly that day. They decided to start me early because they were afraid that she was going to be to way to big for me to have her naturally. They were guessing that she was going to be close to 9 lbs. BOY were they wrong!!! My mom and I went in to the hospital that morning and left Stetson with my dad, and Blake went to work since we didn't know for sure how long it would take and he was just starting a new job. I got there and the hospital was not even aware that I was coming in, but they took me anyways. They hooked me up to monitors around 9 and gave me Cytotec and then the waiting began. Blake and I had been disagreeing about names for her the entire pregnancy and still to the time I was laying there I was not happy with the name that we had decided on. I wanted to name her Sydney and he wanted to name her Shylo... we had agreed on Shylo, but I really didn't like it. So when Blake showed up at noon to check on me, my mom went home and we went for a walk and were sitting out side talking and I mustered up enough nerves to tell him that I didn't like "his" name and I didn't think I would ever be happy naming my baby girl that. All he said was "I knew you would do this"!! haha, well I said lets throw out both of those names and pick something totally new.. So I suggested Brooklyn, and the scowl on his face quickly turned to a smile and he said "I LOVE IT". So that was that, at 1 o'clock we "renamed" our soon to be baby girl. We walked back to the room and I told them that I thought they should check me, and they said I was progressing fast, Blake had gone home to take a shower and I was on the phone with my sister and I was crying and she said whats wrong I said "oh nothing really just having menstrual cramps" she laughed and said no i think those are contractions. I insisted that it wasn't because that is not how it happened with Stetson. But I called the nurse anyways, and asked them for some pain meds, I was trying to be strong and not get an epidural so they gave me something else in my IV, checked me and said oh my you are almost complete. They made a few phone calls and I went into panic mode because I was all alone. I called my sister back and she called my mom who hurried over and she called Blake and told him to hurry too. I decided I needed an epidural so the anesthesiologist came in and started one... as he was starting it I said "oh I need to push," he said no you don't... haha typical man, how would he know.. then my water broke, and total panic set in... It was me, the male anesthesiologist, the male nurse and one other nurse... NO doctor, NO husband, NO mom... I was so scared. They finally slipped the epidural in and I laid back and in flew the Doctor, Mom and Husband... just in time to catch my little princess. I could tell by the look in the doctors eyes that SOMETHING was not right. Everyone was silent, and he didn't ask Blake to cut the cord. He just snipped it and hurried and handed her off to the anesthesiologist and the respiratory therapist that happened to be there. As she passed by me she was the grossest color of grey that I have ever seen in my life. I will forever hate the color grey. And seeing her in the doctors ONE hand... I knew she was not 9 lbs or anything close to it. I started crying and asking if she was ok, no one was talking to me and I could see Blake crying too. They were all gathered around her tiny body and I could see them doing chest compressions and bagging her. I know that it wasn't very long, but it seemed like an eternity. They finally turned to me and said she was ok, but she couldn't cry yet because they had a tube down her throat. They worked on her and monitored her a bit longer and then finally removed the tube and handed her too me.. She was so precious and tiny. She weighed to the ounce exactly what Stetson had weighed. 4 lbs 13 oz. and 18 inches, it was total deja vu. And I could tell by looking at her that she had the same chromosome disorder as Stetson too. In this moment I wanted to be so happy but was over come by grief and sadness. It was a moment I will never forget. And from that moment on it has been a lifetime of therapies, doctors, delays, medicines and surgery!!! Something that we were already used to but not really wanting to do again. But here we are 6 years later and I would change it for anything. My kids are perfect to me no matter what. I love them just the way they are and after everything we have been through I LOVE MY LIFE and MY KIDS.
Happy 6th Birthday Princess...
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| My baby princess--One day old :) |
