May 30, 2012
That night before
bed I told Andrew I really wanted to have the baby tomorrow so I would not have
to go to my wards baby shower for me.
I do not know anyone in my ward that well so I felt like it would be
super awkward. My prayers were
answered. Woop!
May 31 to June 1,
2012
I woke up at 10
am in the morning, best part about not having a job, and went to the
bathroom. I noticed that my
garments were wet and I had a slight heart attack. I was not totally sure if my water had broken because I always
heard that it was a ton of fluid and “you would know when it happens.” So I decided to call my sexy nurse of a
husband and tell him what was going on.
He did not believe me and made me smell it to make sure it was not
pee. So I did. And it definitely was not. I decided to
call the hospital and tell them what was going on. They said that it sounded like it had broken but to come up
and they would check.
So I got in the
shower and was totally overwhelmed with emotion. It was a combination of
feelings…I was anxious, excited, scared, and my adrenaline had totally kicked
in. I just started crying and
praying to my Heavenly Father how grateful I was to be having a baby and to
comfort me throughout the process.
Needless to say, it was one meaningful shower. Right when I got out of the shower and started to dry off
that BIG gush of fluid came pouring down, and I knew for sure this time that my
water had broken! I just kept
saying, “what the heck? what the heck?” I had no control. Sooo I called Andrew back at work and
told him that it was for real and he needed to start making his way home. Then I called my Mom, Shay, and Shelly
for the second time and told them it was for real. Everyone freaked.
I figured since I was not having contractions that I would just take my
time getting to ready while I waited for Andrew. I really was grateful that I had that time to myself. I was able to calm down and really
reflect what was about to happen.
I felt a feeling of peace and enjoyed my last moments of not being a
parent. I know that sounds a
little selfish, but I needed it and am so grateful for it.
When Andrew got
home he decided he wanted a shower too.
So while he showered I put the last few things in the hospital bag and
finished getting ready. Before we
left out the door I asked Andrew if he would give me a blessing. I don’t really remember what he said,
but I do remember a feeling of peace that came over me. I am so grateful for a husband that
holds the priesthood and is worthy to give blessings.
After that we
were out the door! On our way to
the hospital I decided that I really needed to stop and get some fooooood. I know once you get in the hospital you
can’t eat…and we all know how ANGRY I get when I don’t have a full belly.
Muhahaha. What was my food of choice you may be wondering? Jimmy Johns! Nom Nom. Shalie
met us there and we enjoyed our “final supper” childless. Shalie thought it was sooo funny that
we were taking our sweet time getting to the hospital and kept saying how funny
it was. Meanwhile, I just kept
gushing out fluids over everything… I should have put a pad on but I didn’t
have one and didn't know I needed one.
On the way up to
the hospital I had to call my favorite missionary marmee and tell her the news.
I was lucky enough to have her answer the phone. Even though it was just a second long conversation I had to
share the moment with her. Hehehe.
We finally made
it up to the hospital at one and got all checked in. They took me into a room and checked to make sure my water
really broke. Obviously it had. So after awhile they wheeled me over to
the room I would deliver in. That
is when the waiting game started.
I was having no contractions so they started me on a pitocin drip. By this time my Mom and Maggie had made
it up too and joined the waiting game.
It took me FOREVER to start having contractions, like it was literally
past ten at night. So I told my Mom, Shay, and Maggie to go home and get some
sleep and I would call them when I was dilated to like a 7.
Checking in
Just upon arrival
Anyway, a couple
more hours passed by and I started to feel some serious contractions. BUT they were not showing up on the
monitor so I was getting super frustrated and was thinking I was such a
wimp! Andrew had left to get some
food so I was all alone trying to breathe through the pain. I finally text him and told him to
hurry back. A lot of good it did,
he snoozed the second he got in the room! Hahaha. I endured the contractions as long as wanted and decided to call the nurse in and ask
for my epidural. They checked me and I was dilated to almost a four. The anesthesiologist came in and I was
terrified to have him stick that big old needle up my back. My whole body started shaking. I held
on to the nurse’s and Andrew’s hands and in those shots went. Piece of cake. It seriously felt like a tiny pinch
compared to the contractions I was feeling. Epidurals are HEAVEN sent. My contractions were still not showing up on the monitor at
this point so the doc decided to hook up the monitors vaginally (gross word)
and monitor them that way.
At around 5:00 my
body started feeling really weird and I became super shaky. I knew something was going on. I called the nurse in and told her how
I was feeling. She got doctor and
he told me he was concerned because I was not having contractions. He decided to check me and I was at a
10… totally complete! He could not believe it because I went from a 4 to a 10
in an hour! The stupid monitors
never picked up any of my contractions for some reason.
I totally started
to panic because none of my family was there and I was so scared they were not
going to make it! I had Andrew
hurry and call everyone. I was
freaking out! It is such a crazy feeling to know that any second you are going
to meet the little baby that is growing inside you. I can’t explain it.
I was also terrified to start pushing… I just did not know what to expect. My fam made it over in
about 20 minutes, and the doctor about 10 minutes after that. I was literally having urges to push
but wanted to hold out for Shelley to make it. She was coming from Ogden so we did not know if I could
wait. Right when the doctor said I
needed to start to push Shelley made it!
I was so glad!
I had my family
chant “Bambroughs” a few times (inside joke)…. They were amazing cheerleaders!
Haha. I was making jokes to deal
my nerves. Three pushes later my
little angel was here. They put her on my chest and I just remember thinking
how dang cute she was! I started
bawling. The love that I felt for her was SOOO strong and amazing there is
literally no way to explain it. I
was so grateful for my little family.
Seeing Andrew’s face when he saw her is also a memory I never want to
forget. Seriously, the happiest I
have ever seen him.
Shakes
Pushing
First time meeting my baby... how could I not be crying?
My family. Love.
Navi didn’t
really cry at all so I was freaking out a bit, but they said she was pink as
could be so it was just fine she wasn’t crying. As she was laying on my chest she was staring straight in my
eyes for probably five minutes. It
was my favorite part of the day. I
knew in that moment that she knew me and I was familiar to her. I get teary every time I think about
it. I never want to forget that
feeling. She seriously is my
little bright eyes. I love
her so much. Then her LONG tongue
could not stay in her mouth and she was licking around looking for food. Everyone was laughing so hard at it and
she still does it today. They then
took her stats and she weighed 5 lbs 12 oz, 20 inches long, and was born at
6:10.
Starring at Mamma.
Don't mind my millions of chins. Labor is not pretty.
Her birth was an
amazing experience that I never want to forget. It is such a spiritual special moment that makes you realize
what this life is all about. I am so grateful for my little sweetie.
