3.31.2017

brady's birth story | part II

our hospital stay is always enjoyable- the most amazing nurses and staff that take care of us and this time around we were blessed with some of the same nurses and techs that took care of us the first time around with the twins.  the first couple days after delivery went by so quickly and I didn't take a ton of pictures of our newest and sweetest baby boy really until day three.  
I had started to feel better, my milk came in, and baby Brady was just along for the ride. 
he had swallowed a bit of amniotic fluid at birth (which is very common in c-sections, although I had never experienced it) and was a little stuffy and snorted like a baby piglet for a couple days until all that resolved itself.  thankfully it didn't affect his suck/swallow/breathe abilities so we weren't too worried about the fact that he was having a little trouble breathing through his nose. 
he did show some signs of reflux here and there, so we were keeping a close eye on him.
since we have been home he hasn't shown any signs of reflux, so we (along with his pediatrician) think that it was directly related to the extra fluid.
the days were filled with my OB and his on-call pediatrician visiting first thing in the morning.. nurse check-in's throughout the day, grey's anatomy reruns and fixer upper, and walking laps around the unit in between cat naps with a baby on my chest.
eat. sleep. repeat.
 just as his sisters before him.. food prints in his daddy's + Papa's Bible!
 our last full day in the hospital and I was finally feeling "good".  getting out bed and walking the halls was so beneficial in my recovery with Baker and the twins, but this time it took me so much longer to get out of bed.
my sweet little squishy!! from the hospital bed to the chair.. I was making progress, people!
his hair.  
I cant get enough of that hair!!
 we didn't have guests that last day..aside from Ashley + Grayson making a quick stop that evening to bring us dinner.  the hospital food is actually really delicious, but both of us were kind of over it.
PLUS it was also the best to watch Grayson with baby Brady
heart eyes!
(his big bro status changes in just a few short months)
..speaking of auntie and uncle j.. the girls had THE best time with them while we were away at the hospital.  Ash + J graciously took our brood of babes for a few days and treated them to the most fun.  they loved every minute of it!

 bathtime!  Baker and Grayson look SO big in this picture.
where did our babies go!
we had a few other visitors while we were in the hospital:
Brady's Nana (my mom)
 Duke (my dad)
BB + Papa (Jordan's mom and dad)
Teresa (pseudo grandparent and BB's best girlfriend!)
..and Amy came to visit, too!
I was sad we missed snapping a picture of a few folks that came by but so thankful they were able to come and get a peek of Brady before we went home!

finally friday came and we were busting out of that hospital joint!!
we were so ready to get home to those three girls with our baby boy.
we arrived home around 5pm on Friday evening to a busy house of excited girls.  Baker was beside herself with excitement and we literally made it three steps into the door before she was insisting on seeing her new baby brother.  we sat his carseat on the counter and let the big girls and Baker hop up there to see him again for the first time since they met him just a few days before.  the only way we could peel Baker away was to promise her first dibs on holding him.
exhibit A:
once again she floored us with her sweetness and interest in Brady.  I didn't, for one second, think my 20 month old would understand at all whatsoever about her new sibling and I prayed it would go okay and not a complete disaster when we brought Brady home.  oh but I was totally wrong.
she's been amazing with him.
 ..and of course the twins are totally smitten!! looking back at these first moments home with Baker the twins have grown SO MUCH!
recovery continues.  everyday I'm doing better and better.  I know I'm not the first mama to birth four babes via c-section, but man this time was so tough.  I am finally feeling much better and have been able to stay off the pain meds for the last couple days.  I have said it before and I'll say it again, I don't know what I would do without Jordan and his amazing fatherhood role he plays so well.  he has been home for almost 2 weeks with us and he lets me sleep when Brady sleeps and has taken on full care with the twins and Baker while I and tending to our newest tiny one.  I have loved every moment of watching him interact with all of our girls.  I couldn't do any of this without the help he gives.
our big girls continue to impress me on a regular basis and LOVE Brady fiercely!  they get so excited when he's awake, which happens about an hour or so everyday.
"can I see him with his eyes open!?" 
I cannot believe how well they have taken to having a baby in the house.  Baker adores him and is so interested in being near him anytime she can.  I share with them a tremendous amount of interaction with Brady, keeping them involved, which I think has helped.  the first (or second? I'm losing track of time..) night we were home Baker was climbing all over my back while I sat on the floor doing puzzles and I told her about 'mommy's boo-boo' and that it hurts when she climbs on me that way.. she trotted off and came back dragging her Doc McStuffin's crash cart and proceeded to check me out.
oh Baker girl.  you continue to make life fun.. and I am so excited for your big sister status.
we are a family of SIX.
I couldn't feel more blessed.

3.29.2017

march 20th, 2017 | brady's birth story

its been 5 days since we arrived home from the hospital.  five days before that we welcomed our precious little man into this world and it still hits me like a ton of bricks about once a day..
we have FOUR kids.
four babes that call me mama.
such a dream come true! and Brady is just the icing on the cake of this crazy party we've got going on over here!
backtracking about 4 months ago, we planned out my third c-section for 39 weeks and one day on March 20th, 2017.  we didn't share the date for a handful of reasons, but it was also sort of up in the air for all of us.  at that point I had severe polyhydramnios.  Brady's kidneys weren't improving much and there were discussions of early delivery if they didn't start to improve (which they did, thank goodness!) AND my most favorite person in the world to walk me through the last two pregnancies and deliveries was out of town for spring break the entire week before we planned to deliver.
I was already having contractions so no one thought we would make it to March 20th.
my OB put me home bound the remaining two weeks leading up to delivery in hopes that I would keep that boy in until she could return and deliver him herself.  
my mom came in town to help me with the girls while Jordan was still working and when Sunday before D-Day came my stomach ebbed and flowed from anxiety to excitement.  
I couldn't believe it was really time.  less than 24 hours we would meet this little boy we have been praying over for the last 9 months.  Sunday morning we got up as we usually do and hit the ground running to make the early service at church.
I had Jordan snap this photo as our last "official" Massey girls picture before baby brother arrived.
I was a weeping mess all day and even looking at this photo as I think out Brady's birth story I'm over here getting so emotional again about it all.
we packed the girls up late that afternoon and dropped them off with Auntie and Uncle J for the next three days before they would go with their BB and Papa and then finally back home to our house with my parents before we would bring home Brady. I usually stay in the hospital for 4 nights and having three kiddos is a long time for anyone so we made plans to house hop with our favorite people.  my mom and I went to dry bar for a blowout and to get pampered a bit in celebration of Brady's birthday (one less thing to worry about in the morning!) before meeting Jordan for dinner and then back home for all the last minute things.. calling it a night around midnight.
march 20th, 2017
we had to be at the hospital at 5:30am for my scheduled surgery at 7:30am.  I had spoken with the anesthesiologist the afternoon before about what to expect, and while I have done this twice before I was still a bit nervous.  I walked into L+D and they were ready for me!  we were directed to an empty recovery room where I changed into a hospital gown and signed about 1800 documents and medical release forms in between blood draws and baby heartbeats on the monitor.  I was definitely already in some form of labor- that needle swiveled like mad as my contractions were monitored over the next two hours before rolling us into the OR.
once we were in the OR, I started to remember the coolness of the room, the nervousness it the pit of my stomach, and the organized busy-ness of people moving around me as they got ready for delivery of our sweet boy.  
and then came the nausea.  my blood pressure kind of hangs out around 96/60, as it has my entire life, so in these kind of situations I get nauseous and require a blood pressure boost here and there to make  me feel "normal" and less nauseous.  well as normal as you could probably feel in this situation.  surgery started and everything happened SO fast! 
all the typical worries floated to my brain and I did my best to not let those cloud the joy of the birth of our baby boy.  
in all those forms I signed before surgery, the one that was the hardest to sign was consent for Dr. Walsh to complete a tubal ligation.  she actually removes the tubes all together rather than just 'ties' them..so my only chance of being able to get pregnant again would be through IVF.
at this point she has leaned her head over the blue screen about 15 times to ask me to make SURE this is what I wanted. 
I repeated to her a confident "yes" every time.
Jordan and I had talked it out over the course of this pregnancy and while I have such a hard time  with the permanency of this procedure, we are pretty well set on this being our last biological babe.
Walsh and her assistants chatted away about her vacation and she peeked over again to assure me that their small talk meant that everything is going perfect!
..and then I heard his cries.  he was here and the flood of emotions hit me as uncontrollable tears streamed down my cheeks.  just as they had with Parker and Jolie and just as they had with Baker. 
the nurses came around the curtain and gave us a peek at our sweet babe before they took him to the warmer.  right at this moment Walsh stuck her head down and said "its okay if you dont want to do this..your call girlfriend"  well, I'm bawling at this point and literally in the highest emotional state you could possibly be. and according to Walsh I have zero scar tissue so a fourth cesarean would be entirely safe, IF that was in the cards for us.  
"dont do it."  
Walsh grinned from ear to ear and we both looked at Jordan.. "sorry babe.  I just cant."
of course he was in tears at this point as well, so he just grabbed my face and said "its okay!"  

my biggest concern with Brady was his kidneys and making sure there was no blockage.  the constant screening over the last several months showed improvements, but still no resolution.
Walsh assured us that most likely he will pee in a diaper and all will be resolved! 
well..in Brady's case he went ahead and took care of it when he peed on the nurses as they were cleaning him up:) his after birth sonogram showed zero sign of fluid on either kidney!
such a praise!
seven pounds, 4 ounces
exactly as they said he would in my last sonogram.
but lets all just take a moment and admire the head of hair on this boy.

finally, they laid Brady on my chest- I got to meet my son for the vey first time!

Brady's first selfie.
the next 48 hours were absolutely horrible.
I was SO sick.
I dont do pain meds very well, I don't even take tylenol well!  usually the anesthesia makes me a tiny bit nauseous after delivery, but this time around was so much different. I honestly felt like I was overdosed on pain medication.  probably a normal dose for anyone else, but for me I just couldn't hand it.  I threw up for about 48 hours post-op- I couldn't handle even sips of water or ice chips.
if you have had a c-section or abdominal surgery before you can imagine the discomfort this brought!  they were pumping me with anti nausea medication through my IV and trying their best to get my nausea under control.  I ended up having a panic attack on Monday night because I was in so much pain.  nausea + trapped gas was making it hard and painful to breathe and I just lost it.
I was so exhausted.  
I hadn't slept in 24 hours.  finally after two days of this they gave me a shot of phenergan and I passed out for the rest of Tuesday afternoon. that ultimately got me over the hump to be able to drink enough water for them to stop my IV drips and I held down a meal on Tuesday night. 
all along Brady was just as sweet as can be.  in between the nausea and pain my time with this sweet tiny one was so special.  
his little nose and perfect lips- I cant get enough!
once I was finally feeling better I got the last of the terrible IV lines out of my hands.
I was free!  but you guys, the most pain I have ever felt!  I couldn't get out of bed without Jordan lifting me and getting me to my feet.. and showers consisted of Jordan holding me up while I attempted to wash my body.  not even with the twins' delivery did I feel this deconditioned.
we ended up in the hospital for 5 days and even on the early morning of that last day I was questioning my abilities to make it home. I had no chance of "weaning" off the pain meds a bit before going home.. I was still getting them around the clock.  I could hardly tolerate moving or even walking the halls.  
but we made it home with this little guy.  his perfect little life brought into this world.  
I cant believe it.  
having a fourth baby in this house along with his big sisters- that reality has still has hardly set in:)
stay tuned for Brady's birth story // part II!
baker bree's birth story // part I + part II

3.27.2017

the big girls meet brady

our sweet baby boy made his arrival one week ago today.. and it still feels like a dream.  I'm working on Brady's birth story, and even though its probably the least entertaining birth story you'll ever read, its a lot of emotion and a lot of words for me to form together into a single post.
 I've wanted to share this first meeting with Brady and his big sisters the moment we got them back from Brittany.  I'll never forget the instant well of my eyes and burst of my heart when I saw those little girl feet from under the privacy curtain as they walked into the hospital room.  Baker was the perfect height to that curtain and squatted down a little bit and caught eyes with me.
the BIGGEST grin spread across her face as she said "hi mama".

I burst into tears before they even laid eyes on Brady.  
my four babies, finally together for the first time.

it had been a hell of a 48 hours for me after my third csection the day before.. I was so sick and I finally got dressed out of my hospital gown and was relieved of most of my IV lines just minutes before the girls arrived but still could hardly stand.  you can see the IVs taped to my hands that remained for pain and nausea meds because I still wasn't able to keep anything down, but these moments with my girls far surpassed any swollen face, pain, or nausea I had.  
more on those details in Brady's birth story.. coming soon!

the big girls were cautious- they were more concerned with me laying in the hospital bed than they were the baby in the bassinet.  Baker on the other hand.. she was SO interested in her brother and I was literally floored when she was determined to lay hands on the tiny one.  that came out of nowhere and both Jordan and I continued to look at each other in disbelief.
this is real life.
Baker's hospital pictures are still among my most favorite pictures of all time and here we are again with a handful of pictures to lump into that group of favorites.  captured memories to treasure for the rest of my life.  welcome to our clan baby Brady.
























photography by: b faith photography
sleepy bear swaddle // loved by hannah + eli
delivery robe c/o pinkblush
hospital bassinet banner // hooray everyday
"b" initial hat // cotton cupcake shoppe
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