Is there a better way to start off the new year with a precious new baby? On January 9th, the newest member of our family joined the world. Brayden Oliver Hasch was born at 7:24 in the morning, weighing in at 7lbs 13oz and measuring 20.5" long. At only one week old, Brayden has already captured our hearts and has Nathan and I completely wrapped around his sweet tiny finger.
Compared to Benjamin's birth, Brayden's was a piece of cake! It's true that the second time around is much easier. Since Brayden was a week past his due date, I was definitely ready for his arrival. Therefore, when contractions started at 10:30 Saturday night, I was ecstatic! Of course, I had put off my to-do list that day, thinking that I still had plenty of time before he was coming (I had gotten to the point where I figured I'd be pregnant forever). So I got out of bed and spent a couple of hours mopping the floor, folding laundry, and balancing the checkbook, taking short breaks every 10 minutes or so to breathe through a contraction. By 2:00 a.m. I was in a fair amount of pain so I called Nathan at the fire station to tell him it was time for him to come home. He arrived a half hour later and found me waiting for him at the door, hospital bags in hand. I waited for him to change clothes and wake Benjamin up and off we went to the hospital, making one quick stop at the grandparents house to drop off Ben.
After arriving at the hospital, I told every person I saw that I wanted an epidural and I wanted it right now. Since it had only been five hours since my contractions had started, I was shocked when the nurse told me I was already 9 centimeters dilated! I was terrified that meant I couldn't have my wonder drug, but the nurses went to bat for me and told the anesthesiologist that I was only at 7 centimeters. Thanks to their little deception, I was feeling a hundred times better thirty minutes later.
After a couple of hours, I was finally ready to push. Thirty minutes later Nathan and I looked at our sweet little boy's face for the first time as the doctor placed him on my chest. Tears of joy ran down my cheek as I listened to his first cries. We didn't know his stats, or even his name yet, but Nathan and I were already in love with this amazing blessing God gave us.
After spending some time checking out our newest son, both he and I got cleaned up and moved to the next room. It was there that Nathan and I finally chose a name and with that important decision behind us, all three of us finally got a much needed nap.
And that is the story of how our life as a family of four began...
Compared to Benjamin's birth, Brayden's was a piece of cake! It's true that the second time around is much easier. Since Brayden was a week past his due date, I was definitely ready for his arrival. Therefore, when contractions started at 10:30 Saturday night, I was ecstatic! Of course, I had put off my to-do list that day, thinking that I still had plenty of time before he was coming (I had gotten to the point where I figured I'd be pregnant forever). So I got out of bed and spent a couple of hours mopping the floor, folding laundry, and balancing the checkbook, taking short breaks every 10 minutes or so to breathe through a contraction. By 2:00 a.m. I was in a fair amount of pain so I called Nathan at the fire station to tell him it was time for him to come home. He arrived a half hour later and found me waiting for him at the door, hospital bags in hand. I waited for him to change clothes and wake Benjamin up and off we went to the hospital, making one quick stop at the grandparents house to drop off Ben.
After arriving at the hospital, I told every person I saw that I wanted an epidural and I wanted it right now. Since it had only been five hours since my contractions had started, I was shocked when the nurse told me I was already 9 centimeters dilated! I was terrified that meant I couldn't have my wonder drug, but the nurses went to bat for me and told the anesthesiologist that I was only at 7 centimeters. Thanks to their little deception, I was feeling a hundred times better thirty minutes later.
After a couple of hours, I was finally ready to push. Thirty minutes later Nathan and I looked at our sweet little boy's face for the first time as the doctor placed him on my chest. Tears of joy ran down my cheek as I listened to his first cries. We didn't know his stats, or even his name yet, but Nathan and I were already in love with this amazing blessing God gave us.
After spending some time checking out our newest son, both he and I got cleaned up and moved to the next room. It was there that Nathan and I finally chose a name and with that important decision behind us, all three of us finally got a much needed nap.
And that is the story of how our life as a family of four began...
Seeing our baby for the first time
Perfection
Proud parents
Weighing in
Daddy's turn to hold our peanut
Meeting Grandma Peggy & Aunt Laura
Mommy & Son bonding time
Meeting Grandma Kris
Benjamin couldn't wait to hold his baby brother :)
Meeting Grandpa Jack
Time to go home
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