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This Mom Gig...It Ain't Easy!!!

I'm not going to lie, I never really wanted to be a mom. I had two nephews that I considered my own and was perfectly content living life with them. I was the "FUN" aunt. I can only imagine how much my sister in law hated me😬 I never missed a game, a school performance, or anything else that involved them. Then one day, the youngest nephew was 10 and the oldest was 15,  I decided I was getting old and wanted a child of my own. When I announced to my family that I was pregnant with Brody, I swear the world kind of skidded for a second.  They didn't believe me for about 30 minutes.

It was a quick and easy pregnancy. Once I had gone in during my seventh month and told my doctor that I didn't think Bro was moving as much. The doctor did a test and everything came back normal. So, I didn't worry about it and went back to planning for the big day.

One week before my delivery date, I went in for a check up, a blood test, and a urine test. I told my doctor that my chest hurt and I had gained 10 pounds in a week. He wasn't overly worried and told me he'd see what my tests told him. After the  nine o clock appointment, I got my nephews and we went running around town. Around three o clock, we went to my parents house to play Uno. My dad came out and told me that my doctor had been calling me and I needed to call him. I called the nurse and she immediately let me talk to the doctor. He explained to me that I had HELP Syndrome and they needed to get Brody out immediately. Basically, my lungs were filling up with fluid and that's why my chest, my kidneys were shutting down and that is why I gained 10 pounds in water weight, and the baby was going into lung failure and that's why he wasn't as active.

Approximately 2 hours later Broderick Davenport Brown was born. He weighed 5 pounds and 11 ounces. I should have known then that this "Mom Gig" wasn't going to be easy and I wouldn't want it any other way.


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