Braydens birth story, part 1.

April 20th will always be a special day to me. I always take this day to reflect on the day before I became a mommy. I had no idea that my life would change in the best, most terrible way. This is part 1 of his birth story...

I remember first, waking up, and looking at Brendan. Mouth wide open, snoring, leg hanging off the bed. I looked at him, so in love. We had only been married for 2 months. They had been the best two months of my life. I had found the one that my soul sings for. The one whom I knew I would spend the rest of forever with. I remember, vividly thinking, if I love him so much, how will I have room left to love this baby? Will I love him as much? Will I love him more? Will I love him less?

I traced along Brendans face with my swollen sausage fingers, and gently kissed his forehead, and prayed, and thanked God for the path that he had chosen for me. I was only 20. Brendan was a manager at restaurant, and a full-time student. We had no savings, 1 car, a tiny apartment, and two cats. I was terrified, but I knew that God had a plan. I knew it was my job to seek Him in everything, and that's what I did.

Eventually, we woke up. Had breakfast, and Brendan was off to work. I went back to sleep, only after looking through ultrasound pictures of my baby boy.







Was there REALLY a whole human inside of me? Did we create a person?.. I dozed off, and was awoken by my aunt, who was calling to make sure she wasn't supposed to be going to Mississippi. She, along with her daughters, and my grandparents were on the way to Ruston to be there when I delivered. I got a lump in my throat, and my heart was filled with immense joy, as I thought about having family with me.

I got up, and text Brendan "By this time tomorrow, we could be holding our baby boy. I love you" I will never forget, he text back, "Wow, I love you, we are going to be parents. AHHHHH" After straightening up the apartment, I waddled up the stairs to take a last look at what would be Brayden's room. I grabbed the last bin of unfolded tiny clothes, and giggled as I thought about the tiny little body that would occupy these. I gently folded each onesie, each little pair of shorts, smoothed them on my belly, and sang songs to my little man in utero. He liked when I sang. I watched my tummy ripple, and waited to see a little lump. I tried to feel and see if it was a butt, or foot. I couldn't tell. I was so anxious to see those teeny tiny extremities. Would he have my feet? My short toe? Would he have his daddy's head? Omgosh, please don't have your daddys head. You DO know that you are coming out of my vagina, right? Lord, PLEASE don't let this baby have his daddy's head. I lied in the bed in his room, and tried to picture him in his crib. I COULDN'T! The mere thought of it made me choke up...

By then my family had arrived!!! After giving them a tour of our tiny place, we went to eat dinner at Brendans restaurant. He sat with us, and we all talked, and laughed, and ate. We shared stories about me when I was a baby, Guessed how big the baby would be, How long I would be in labor, and I boasted about how I wasn't going to get an epidural(HA!). I excused myself to go to the bathroom, of course, my dinner came back up. It hardly ever stayed down my whole pregnancy. I came back, to worried faces, but then Brendan reassured them that this was totally normal...

After dinner, we went to walmart, where my family made sure I had all of my last minute necessities. I cringed as I bought the huge maximum absorbency pads that I would need after I had the baby. YUCK! I'm going to bleed? We went back to my apartment, and visited for a little bit, put the things we had just bought up, and my family left to go to their hotel. Brendan came home shortly after, and reminded me that I couldn't eat after 12! It was 11:50! He quickly heated me a bowl of spaghetti-o's, and I scarfed em down! Oh my gosh! My LAST MEAL BEFORE I'M A MOMMY! Yes, I was a bit dramatic.

Brendan and I sat on the couch talking, and looking around. Both our eyes filled with tears as we imagined the next time we sat on this couch, we would have an extra body. We snapped one last picture of my belly.. which I obviously was not happy about...



 and then we went to bed, around 1 am. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned ALL night, until my alarm went off at 4:15. It was time to have a baby....



Part 2 tomorrow :)

-The Banks Mama

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