It was a Sunday night, about 2-o-clock in the morning and I was sleeping on the couch. I was 8 and a half months pregnant, and the couch was the only place I could get comfortable enough to sleep. Amazingly, I had fallen asleep, and was dreaming about being at the doctor. In fact, I was dreaming that I was leaving a urine sample for the nurse, when I was awoken by a gush. I sat up, horrified that I'd just peed my pants. But then I felt another gush and knew it wasn't pee. I sprinted to the laundry room, and stood there as my water broke.
Thus began the entrance, 2 weeks early, of my amazing Brynlee Mae. I called my mom to come and watch Grace, took a shower and headed to the hospital. After an uneventful 12 hours, and a lot of pitocin, Brynlee was born in one small push (I only counted to 4) - weighing in at 9 pounds 2 ounces (yes, she was 2 weeks early). I remember how heavy she felt as they laid her on my stomach. She was so cuddly and chubby - and she immediately latched-on and nursed for 45 minutes (and thus began her love-affair with food).
Today, my "baby" is 2 years old, and I can't figure out how she grew up so quickly. She is talking so much, is witty and bright, strong-willed, yet loving and compassionate. She is such a joy.
Here are a few videos:
Taking care of baby
Not cooperating with mommy