Friday, June 28, 2013

Welcome to the world, Oscar Angelo Bruns!

Oscar Angelo Bruns
Born June 23, 2013, 9:46 a.m.
9lbs 10 oz
20.5 in
 

 

(Long post ahead! You've been warned)

What a crazy past five days the Bruns family has had! In fairness, we knew things were going to change this week, but in true Bruns/Mitchell fashion, things didn't quite go according to plan.

As I rounded out my pregnancy with Oscar, I spent the last few days taking it easy and soaking in our Family of Three. I stopped working last Thursday with my scheduled induction date planned for Mon. June 24... 39 weeks and 1 day, which is exactly when Walt made his arrival.  Now, while many things about my pregnancy this time have been surprising (more physically challenging, sicker, , etc), I just KNEW two things from the get-go. 1) This little guy was not waiting until term to come out and 2) This "little" guy would not be so little. Turns out, I was right about both.

After a nice day as a family on Saturday, Chris and I enjoyed a homemade grilled pizza and went to bed like normal.  I remember dreaming about contractions. Turns out, I was having some. I finally became lucid enough around 4:30 a.m. to begin counting the contractions. They were about 10 minutes apart and not comfortable, but certainly not unbearable.  After about an hour of counting them, I became antsy wondering if this was going to go somewhere or if I was just going to lie around counting contractions all day. So, at 5:30 a.m. I decided to get up and lie on the couch. Chris woke up and I told him what I was doing, but said not to get too excited.

It took about 5 minutes for that mentality to change and change FAST. I'm not sure if it was my standing up or what, but as soon as I made to the couch, the contractions intensified and started happening more like every 4 minutes. By 6:00 a.m. we realized this was no joke and needed to put Plan B into action. We called my mom to come stay at the house until Walt got up... except I couldn't even wait the mere 20 minutes it would take her to get there so we called our sweet neighbors, The Allens, and Josh scurried over to sit on the couch til my mom got there.

At this point (less than 90 minutes after I began paying attention to contractions), I was doubled over in pain, screaming and crying through contractions. It sounds so cliché, but those suckers HURT! Like a scene out of a movie, Chris was doing 85 mph down the Tollway and I was gripping anything I could find in the car and yelling with primal force.

By 6:30 a.m. we were at the hospital, hooked up to an IV and getting my cervix checked. The nurse exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, you are 8 cm!"  Well, that explains the bring-me-to-my-knees contractions. Through gritted teeth I said, "Is there time for an epidural?!?!?" The nurses scurried around and brought the anesthesiologist in. Let me just say that sitting still for the epidural during those epic contractions took some serious mental willpower...

By 7:00 a.m. I felt much better. Epidurals have a tendency to slow labor down, but I guess Oscar was ready. I quickly progressed to 10 cm (yet my water was still in tact). The dr. broke it and at that point, we were ready to push. I closed my eyes and got mentally ready for the pushing game, which I know can take a while. They got me all set up and said, "Ok, here comes a contraction, push!"  During that contraction, I pushed three times, and heard a baby crying! There he was, Mr. Oscar Angelo!

As suspected, he was a big boy, but WAY bigger than anyone thought! I expected nine pounds, but he came in at 9 lbs 10 oz and 20.5" long at 9:46 a.m. WHAT? How did he get so big??! Everything about him was absolutely perfect. He has a head full of dark hair (maybe wavy??), he's way chubby, he has crazy long eyelashes, and I can't tell exactly who he looks like. We need some time on that. 

More posts to come on how we're adjusting with two, how Walt is doing, and of course, how Oscar is doing. Here are some pics for now.

Just moments after birth. Finally feeling him on the outside!

Cheeks and eyelashes. <3

Our boys! Walt is a VERY proud big bro!

Brotherly love. Just stop it.


Watching golf already with Daddy :)

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Pregger BFFs

Today I'm writing about something I haven't mentioned much in my blog, but it's been such a massive part of this pregnancy. It's kind of a shame I haven't spent more time on this topic.  So, I figured, what better way to celebrate one of my bestie's birthdays, than to talk about our co-pregnancy.

A way-back pic... on our way to the Grammys 2008
 Stori and I have been friends for over a decade. We met at my very first job out of college and boy have we come a long way in 11 years.  That saga is not only worth its own blog post, but probably its own entire blog!  Stori and I are pretty inseparable. From Grammy trips to weddings in back-to-back years, we've got a bond that's one of a kind. So, it was no surprise when I was three months pregnant with Walt, that she shared the news that she was pregnant with Reese (her first, too). It was such a blessing to share pregnancy (and infant-ness) with her!

a 7-month old Walt already loving on his 4-month old friend, Reese

Well, apparently three months difference between our first kiddos just wasn't good enough for the universe. When Stori called to tell me she was pregnant a 2nd time, I hadn't even told her yet! (It was that early). My response? "That makes two of us".  Our due dates are 10 days apart and our "scheduled" dates are 9 days apart. I think every little 12-year-old girl fantasizes about having a joint wedding with her BFF, moving in next door to each other, and raising kids together. Ok, we didn't do the first two, but we're most definitely raising our kids together!

You don't realize how much you need other mom's support, especially when you are pregnant and have a newborn. It's so much of a blur for all of us, that even mom's with one-year-olds forget those last few weeks of pregnancy or those exhausting first week's of being a mom. I'm so beyond blessed to have shared every minute with Stori. And, that's not an exaggeration. Not a day goes by that we aren't texting each other. The days I don't talk to her, definitely feel void.

Pregs with #2
Not everyone gets the universe to align quite exactly as we have, but finding fellow mom buds has been a wonderful blessing for both of us. I'm just glad that Stori gets to be my go-to mommy friend :) As we await the arrival of Oscar and Baby Z (the sex is mystery! Only God knows if we have another arranged marriage or a couple of bosom boy buds), I'm really enjoying sharing my excitement (and fears) with this awesome mom and friend :) Happy Birthday, Stori!

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

36 Weeks

Lots of fun news this week. On Sunday, I crossed the 36 week mark, which means I'm one week away from "full term" and now seeing the doctor on the weekly basis. Everything is still going well with the pregnancy (healthy baby, etc), but this mama is tired.  It's no joke trying to march around at work looking and acting like I have it together, when all I want to do is be on the couch in my PJs. Of course the other factor is the busy little Munksterman. He is totally awesome at this age, but also very tireless! He doesn't really understand that mommy needs to take a rest (and frankly, I have a hard time turning down his big brown eyes).

Went to the doctor yesterday to find out that Oscar is well over 7lbs already. It's a tough guess because that's all it is. Between the sonogram and my doctor's guess he's anywhere from 7.25lbs to closer to 8lb. Um, what? I'm giving birth to a three-month-old!  BUT, for this reason, my doctor is encouraging me to induce a week early. I didn't do this with Walt, but he was nice enough to come a week early on his own (weighing in at 8 lbs 6 oz).  While my preference is for Oscar to come on his own (and he still might), I like the idea of having somewhat of a plan (imagine that) and catching the little guy before he turns into a linebacker. So, June 24 is the tentative date!

While I had a sono, it's tough to see this guy. The sonographer commented that he doesn't have much room. In the picture, you really have to use your imagination. I tried to help you out. She did say they saw fuzzy little hair on his head!


And here's me at 36 weeks.