Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Our Newest Addition: Matthew Hinckley Brassell

I am so excited to introduce the newest Brassell at our house:
Matthew Hinckley Brassell
Born on July 12, 2015 at 10:20 AM
Weight: 9 pounds 15 ounces
Height: 23 3/4 inches
It has been a special two weeks as we have gotten to know him and after what felt like the longest pregnancy of my life, it took about a half a second of seeing that boy for me to think, "I would do it all again." It was love at first sight.
...and second sight...
and third sight...and every "sight" thereafter. 

Here is a picture of me on my due date (July 5) that I sent out to family:
Look at me, defying gravity! That poor size XL maternity shirt was pulled to full stretch capacity. Was I uncomfortable? Let's just say the nurse didn't have to tell me Matthew's weight twice, he let me know on an hourly basis how crammed he was in there.
My doctor didn't think I would go into labor until the 15th at the earliest and so I tried to be patient and optimistic.  At the same time, every day I could feel my body getting closer and closer and some mornings I would wake up surprised I wasn't in labor! 
The night before Matthew was born, I walked around my neighborhood talking to a friend on the phone and was stopped by four neighbors who exclaimed, "No baby yet!?" No, not yet. John was fixing up his motorcycle and he finally got it running, (yay!) Our neighbor kept an eye on the kids while John took me for a little ride around the block, it was pretty exciting. Perhaps that is what got the ball rolling? I'm sure John is convinced of that!

We finally climbed in bed at midnight exhausted, and John said, "OK, as long as you don't have the baby tonight, I'm good." 
Sounded reasonable to me. Our current estimate was that the baby would come Sunday afternoon.
Well, twenty minutes later, my water broke!
"Oh no." I said. I heard John's breathing stop, but I think he figured if he just ignored me, it would mean that it didn't happen. Haha. 
Of course, this was the one night I was not prepared to go to the hospital, so I got up in a mad frenzy packing bags for the kids with contractions occurring every two minutes about 45 seconds long. 
John was pretty certain he didn't want to deliver the baby at home, so he made me put away my OCD and just get in the suburban so he could speed us to the hospital.  We met up with my Aunt who took the kids, and I was whisked away to the labor unit, only for my contractions to slow down. Of course. 
We were able to see our friend Whitney who is a nurse, which was fun! 
I walked around for about thirty minutes and contractions got stronger and closer together.  John kept making me laugh, which made the process even harder! But good memories.
Since my doctor was out of town, I was assigned the on call doctor, who assigned a resident to deliver my baby. This made me a little nervous because I was such a high risk pregnancy having had two c-sections in the past, and the resident had only graduated a month earlier, also he was really strange. There, I said it. He was out there, and I was hoping he wouldn't be the one delivering my baby.
I was measuring at a seven and it had only been a couple hours.  Luckily contractions basically stopped for a couple hours and I made it to the next shift, and was given Dr. West. Who is my hero, what an awesome doctor. 
Around 8:00am, it was time to get the show on the road and at that point I was ready to die, little did I know I had a ten pound baby to deliver. 
Was it the most painful thing I have ever experienced? Why yes, it was. 
With that said, I am beyond grateful for a skilled doctor who was able to get the chord unwrapped, face the baby the right way, and minimize tearing.  It could have been so much worse.  It took a solid two hours of pushing to get that little man out!  There was a lot of work with each contraction to ensure Matthew came out the safest way possible.  Right before his debut, I could feel how big he was and I thought, "Oh dear, there is now way." But made it he did, and I was darn proud of myself. I am so glad John was there, on account of he was my rock. Labor and delivery is definitely a team sport for us in that regard.
As soon as we saw him, John and I looked at eachother and said, "William!"  We could tell instantly he was ours- he had "the look." haha.  As time has passed I see more of Johnny, but either way, it sure is fun to see the other kids' characteristics in Matthew's face.

Oh, we were so happy!
Everything just went perfectly, and I was so grateful.
John didn't tell his family we were hospital bound, so when he sent a picture of us and the baby, they didn't believe it was real for three hours, they thought it was an old picture! I thought it was funny.

His head was too big for the hat, haha, he was a little gnome baby!
First bath

The kids were so excited to meet their new baby brother.  I have to admit, having them around throughout the pregnancy, sure made it all more exciting.

Johnny was the most impatient to hold his brother, but as soon as he held him- he was done and quickly lost interest. He spent most of the visit exploring nooks and crannies of the hospital room. He loves watching Matthew but for the most part, let's Caity do the holding.

As you can imagine the little mother in Caity enjoyed staying as close to the baby as she possibly could. She has been quite the helper since I have been home and loves helping out with her brother.

William was the one I was most nervous about, but it was love at first sight. "Bebe! Bebe!" William just kept rubbing Matthew's head and body and smiled so big. He really just loves that baby boy.

The four kids together.

This is the only picture I have of my mom holding Matthew. And it's blurry, go figure. It was so nice to have her here for a few days!

It was exciting taking Matthew home. The kids decorated the house with "Welcome Home" banners and it was a lot of fun. 
So grateful for this little bundle of heaven we get to call ours!

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