I know, I know…it’s been FOREVER since I last posted. In all fairness though, I was growing a small human inside of me and then I brought that small human into this world and well, she’s a little high maintenance so I’ve been busy, okay?
Speaking of that tiny human–I wanted to be sure to document how our baby girl, Kennedy Joy, entered this world. I know the details will start to fade as time passes and I don’t want to forget any of it. Plus, everyone likes a birth story, right? (Or maybe it’s just me?)
Kennedy Joy Brack, born January 28, 2017 at 10:56 AM
5 lbs. 15 ounces & 18 inches long
My due date was February 1, 2017 but I had a feeling Kennedy might come early. I was induced 4 days early with Maverick and I had hoped to avoid a medical induction this time around. However, the days leading up to Kennedy’s birth, I was flat out miserable. I was having contractions all the time, but they weren’t consistent and I wasn’t making any progress in terms of dilation. I was also just uncomfortable–my back, my hips, everything just hurt. Despite previously telling my doctor that I wanted to avoid a medical induction, I was seriously considering one now because I was so over being pregnant.
The Friday before Kennedy was born (January 27) I had my 39-week appointment. My sister, Maggie, just so happened to be in town for the weekend and offered to go to my appointment with me, just in case the doctor did decide to induce me.
At the appointment, I was still only 2 centimeters dilated and about 60 percent effaced. I brought up how miserable I was feeling and inquired about induction. The doctor said it was unlikely she could get me admitted since it was the weekend, but she was willing to sweep my membranes in hopes of jumpstarting labor. I agreed to give a try and boy, was I glad my sister was there to hold my hand! It was quick, but it was definitely painful. The doctor told me to expect spotting, cramping and more contractions as the day went on. She said it was likely I would go into labor within the next 24 hours.
After hearing that, my expectations were high and I was willing to do anything to help speed the process along. So Mags and I headed to Target to walk the aisles. Because who doesn’t need an excuse to spend a good couple of hours shopping the home decor section?!
By that evening, nothing had happened! No spotting, no cramping, no contractions. I was so disappointed because I really had my heart set on having a baby that day. When Shawn got home from work, I was in a horrible mood. I was just disappointed, but despite my sour attitude, we headed to a Kansas City Mom’s Blog event at We Rock the Spectrum–Kansas City.
Several hours later of running and playing with Maverick, we got home and still nothing!! Shawn went to bed and I wallowed in self-pity and disappointment on the couch while binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix. Around midnight, I went to bed accepting the fact that Kennedy was just going to come on her own time and unfortunately for me, that time wasn’t now.
Or so I thought because at 1:45 AM I woke up with contractions. I was hopeful, but since I had been having contractions for a few days now, I didn’t want to get too excited. I told myself that if by 2:30 AM I was still having contractions, I would wake Shawn up and call the hospital.
2:30 AM came and my contractions were officially 3 minutes apart. I woke Shawn up and told him it would probably be a good time to get ready to go the hospital. I was shocked with how calm we both were. He just got up and started getting ready, while I gathered a few things. There was no rushing around or panic.
After talking to the hospital, I called my mom to have her come watch Maverick. It was almost 3 AM at this point and you would have thought my mom had a sense this baby was coming. She answered on the first ring and was at our house in less than 15 minutes!
By 3:30 AM, Shawn & I were pulling into the parking lot of St. Luke’s Hospital Kansas City. The ride there was a little rough, as my contractions were definitely getting stronger, but still averaging 3 minutes apart. As we pulled into the parking lot, I looked at Shawn and said, “Damn it, we should have gotten something to eat first!” I knew if this was the real deal, once I was admitted I wouldn’t be able to eat until after she was born and I did not want to get hangry. Shawn did offer to turn around and get something before we checked in, but I didn’t want to push our luck.
After some time in triage to make sure the contractions were the real deal, we were officially admitted to Labor & Delivery. It was early morning on Saturday, January 28, but I am not sure what time it was because at this point I was in a lot of pain and I just wanted my epidural. Once we got settled in our room, my doctor came to break my water, but before she started she asked me if I was okay. I told her I was really nervous that once she broke my water, my labor would progress quickly and there wouldn’t be time for me to get that precious epidural. I was shocked when she asked if it would make me more comfortable if I got my epidural first? I quickly agreed and she paged anesthesia.
Let me tell you, getting that epidural before she broke my water was the smartest thing I could have ever done. After she broke my water, I was numb and comfortable. I told Shawn that we should both try to sleep as it might be a while now.
An hour and a half later, I woke up feeling some discomfort. Not pressure or the need to push, just uncomfortable. I paged my nurse. She went to check me, assuring me that it was probably nothing. Then I watched as her face completely changed. She looked at me and said, “Whatever you do, do NOT push. The baby is crowning.”
Suddenly it was a blur. I was trying to wake Shawn up. Nurses were running in and out to get the room ready for a delivery and I could hear my doctor being paged throughout the hospital. It all happened so fast and within 2 pushes, I had my beautiful daughter in my arms.
Kennedy enjoying some skin-to-skin with Daddy shortly after making her world debut.
Kennedy’s birth was perfect. I felt at peace the entire time. I wasn’t worried about the what-ifs or the unknown. I just knew that everything was going to be okay. Due to Kennedy’s smaller size (5 lbs. 15 oz.) we got to spend the first couple hours after her birth doing skin-to-skin. Her body temperature wasn’t warm enough and her tiny size was making it hard for her to get and stay warm. While our nurse seemed a little concerned and continued to pile on the heated blankets, Shawn & I soaked up every minute of the new baby snuggles. It was one of the few times where it was just the 3 of us and I loved it.
Later that day, my mom, Wayne (my stepfather), Maggie and Maverick came up to the hospital to meet the newest Brack. I was nervous about how Maverick would handle it, but like always he surprised me. He came running into the room, pointing at Kennedy and saying, “Baby! Baby!” I think my heart exploded into a million pieces when he asked to hold her and I witnessed my first-born love on his new baby sister.
Over the last several weeks, we have slowly settled into a new family of 4. We’ve definitely had some hiccups and I don’t feel like we are anywhere close to a routine or functioning schedule, but we are getting there. For now though, we are just enjoying getting to know our newest family member and loving on her sweetness.
Welcome to the family, Kennedy. We love you!