You guys!! He’s HERE! The little boy that we’ve waited our entire lives for finally decided to show up, and I cant even put into words how happy it makes us! I know not everyone is in love with birthing recaps, so if you’re in that boat feel free to avert your eyes.
Lets start with a little introduction shall we? Friends, meet Brem Wrigley Gubler. 8 lbs 6 oz. of pure magic.
So his name.
Brem came from my grandma’s maiden name, Brems. I love that its unique, but still a solid simple name. I love that it goes back 9 generations, all the way to 1635, and I LOVE that it reminds me of her. Wrigley is very clearly after Wrigley Field. Court is a massive Cubs fan and The Boy had to have an epic sports worthy name. Also Court said that he starts agility training tomorrow. No pressure there son. His nickname is The Bremlin and he is the happiest most content baby I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Ok, on to the birth story! I had a Dr.’s appointment on Tuesday morning, which just so happened to be Dylan’s birthday. Coincidentally her due date was one day before Brem’s so I knew that it was a huge possibility for him to be born on or around her birthday. In fact I told everyone the week before that Tuesday was the day. When I went in that morning I was dilated to a 4. My Dr. stripped my membranes and told me to keep him posted. I knew that the little guy was coming and I had a TON of stuff to do before I could head in to the hospital. I was contracting every 4 minutes but I mostly labor in my back so it wasn’t horrible I could still get around easily and get my stuff done. I got all of Dyl’s birthday shopping finished and took balloons and lunch over to the elementary school and ate with her. Then I came home, showered, and decided to head in. What is it with my irrational fear of being sent home that makes me just want to stay away until the baby’s head is crowning? At this point I was contracting every 2 minutes and decided to just bite the bullet and go in.
I got to the hospital around 1:30 and told the nurses that I was in labor. I think they thought that I was there prematurely because I was my normal chatty happy self. Nope. Not off base, dilated to a 6.
So they admitted me. I called everyone to let them know and my amazing photographer was the first to show up. Next step was the epidural. Not doing this without one. The anesthesiologist was amazing. I love learning about all the stuff that they are doing and why, and he loved explaining it so it was a match made in heaven! It didn’t hurt at all (which was a big change from when I had the girls) and he even let my photographer McKenzi take a picture to show me what it looked like before he taped it up. So cool.
After the epidural everyone started showing up. By everyone I mean everyone. In fact, I’m surprised that you weren’t there. Its been a long time since we’ve had a baby on either side the family (7 years!) so I was excited when everyone wanted to be in the room. Though I must say that I was the most excited that Ivie (our 12 year old) wanted to be there. I didn’t want to freak her out or traumatize her for life, so we talked about things rather extensively beforehand to prepare her for what would lie ahead.
After a little bit I was at an 8 but the little stinker wouldn’t come down. He was happy hanging out at a –2 station for the next few hours. Even after they broke my water he was just too happy up there. Its a good thing that I brought snacks for the masses because we sat there for a few hours while he debated on if he wanted to come into the world or not.
Finally at just after 6:00 our Dr. decided that it would be a minute so he left for a meeting, our favorite nurse was leaving because of the shift change, Lindsay (Court’s sister) went to get Dylan, and Court went outside to get a Rockstar out of the truck. Who knew that this was the combo that would get the baby going?!
I transitioned from an 8+ to a 10 in minutes. I sort of felt dumb saying “Ummmmm, I need to have someone check me because I feel like this baby is coming!!” a few minutes after they’d just checked and I was still at an 8. Its a good thing that I did though cause he was finally ready! There was a lot of “Don’t push, just breathe” coaching until Brad (our Dr.) came back. Longest 10 minutes of my life. This pic is when I found out I was ready to push. I started crying because I was just so happy to meet him!
After lots of pressure and 6 pushes, the little guy was here. Its just pure raw emotion at that point. You don’t know how you’re going to react seeing this sweet creation for the first time.
Its just the absolute best moment ever….
…Until your newly 7 year old daughter walks into the room mere moments after delivery with the Dr. delivering the placenta and (obviously) starts crying. That sort of puts a damper on things (but only a little).
Good news though. The trauma was short lived. Poor girl, we’d talked a lot about what happens when a baby is born but I don’t think anything can prepare them for walking in on that.
I think after a little one on one with the little bro she felt a bit better.
We are just so so in love. I don’t know how we existed without this little guy!
I think this picture is my favorite one. There aren’t words to describe how this picture makes me feel as a mom. Man these guys are just my world.
After our discharge The Bremlin ended up back in the hospital with severe jaundice due to an antibody situation. His levels got up to 19.6 (20 is considered critical) and it was just horrible. We’re still dealing with it a little (2 weeks later) but hoping that it’ll finish working itself out soon.
Thanks so much for your love and support during this super exciting time in our lives! Love you all!!