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Worth the Wait: Archer's Birth Story

Archer Wilden Brigle Nov. 11, 2016 7 lbs., 10 oz. 21 inches long
Archer's delivery only lasted a few (intense) minutes, but the tumultuous story of his arrival started several weeks prior. My pregnancy lasted FOREVER (or at least it felt that way) and, even though I knew he could be late, I was on pins and needles looking for ANY signs of labor as each day passed by. 
Oct. 31 - 40 weeks  Despite my best efforts to kickstart labor over the weekend, I was still pregnant on my due date -Halloween. This was good news for Kenlee because even though we had already participated in our local trick or treat on Saturday, I was willing to go out walking again so she could trick or treat a second time with her cousins (who live in another town). 


Nov. 2  My 40-week appointment was on a Wednesday afternoon. I was nervous/excited because I decided I would finally get my cervix checked and see what kind of progress I was making. Even though I'd had no other signs of labor at this point, I hop…
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Dear Archer

Dear Archer,

It's almost time to meet you, so I thought I'd let you know a bit about the world you're about to enter. It might be warm in cozy in my belly right now, but trust me, you're going to want to come join us on the outside.

First of all, I think your daddy and I are pretty decent parents. You have your sister to thank for that ... we spent that last five and a half years with her as our crash-test dummy, trying to figure out what the heck we were supposed to be doing. We technically still have no idea if we're doing this parenting thing right, but since she turned out pretty awesome (and with just one broken bone so far), we're confident we haven't screwed it up too badly.

To be honest, your daddy and I weren't sure if Kenlee was going to be an only child ... But that's not to say you weren't wanted! Every time the subject would come up, we always knew we just weren't "done" yet. We always felt like someone was missing fro…

Third Trimester FAQs (Or an attempt to keep from losing my shit on everyone)

It's official. The end of pregnancy is imminent, and the waiting game has begun. With three weeks left until my due date, he could technically arrive any time ... any time between now and two weeks AFTER my due date, that is.

I may have gotten a little cranky with people asking my about my pregnancy lately ... And posted this warning on Facebook:


"I pinky promise I will let the world know when the baby is born. Until then, every person who asks about the status of my uterus will go straight to the bottom of the contract list. Just try me." 

To appease some of you and prevent you from trying my patience any further, I decided to put together a list of frequently asked questions ...

When's your due date again? 
Oct. 31 - Halloween. I'd prefer if he came that day, but I realize the odds are against me. He'll come whenever he is ready!

Are you sure about the due date? You're looking like you'll go sooner than that ...
Without going into great medical and per…

It's Going to be OK (We Hope)

Since my last post, a lot has happened. At my 28-week check-up, I told my OB (Dr. S) about my frustration with my injury and he asked a simple question: "Why haven't you had an MRI?"

That's when everything shifted. You see, all the ortho staff told me there was NO WAY they would do an MRI while I was pregnant ... and I never questioned them. But, if anyone would know about the safety of medical procedures for pregnant women, it's an OB. And I trust mine wholeheartedly. 
So Dr. S said an MRI would be perfectly safe for me and baby, and he questioned why the orthopedic surgeon would make me wait in pain til the end of my pregnancy. I was given Dr. S's cellphone number with instructions have the ortho office call with any questions. Boo ya!



The next day, I was magically scheduled for an MRI. This was HUGE. You see, the ortho surgeon basically refused to do anything for me since he couldn't give me a definitive diagnosis ... but with an MRI, I would have ans…

Old Wounds

They say time heals all wounds … But I think they can still haunt you for years. 

I can still vividly recall my first knee injury. It was during our volleyball team warm-ups where we ran around the court then dove head first into a team huddle on the floor. Except one day, for some reason, I didn’t quite dive. My left knee caught and bent inwards, and I instantly started howling and crying. I remember feeling both panicked and embarrassed as people helped me off the floor. My parents took me to the ER and, at the time, I sat in the backseat of the car thinking the pain was the worst thing I’d ever experienced ...  
There were more high school sports injuries after that – to both my right and left knees, during volleyball, basketball and softball. I can’t remember all the details for each, but I still know exactly where I was and how I felt in those moments. 

After high school, I stopped playing sports, but I didn’t stop damaging my knees. My weight ballooned through college, early ma…

Snippets from the Second Trimester

It's a Boy! 
We've been girl parents for five years, so it took some time to get used to the idea of having a boy. The first thing we did was pick a name - we'd already settled on a girl's name, but were still throwing around ideas for a boy when we went to the ultrasound.

Once we knew it, we KNEW it. His name will be Archer Wilden. Yes, you can feel free to call him Archie. And Wilden is a combination of William and Dennis - our dads' names. <3


VBAC
My goal for this delivery is to have what's called a VBAC - vaginal birth after a cesarean. With Kenlee, I NEEDED a c-section because my induction failed. I was trying to avoid an induction because I knew the increased changes of a c-section, but my blood pressure was sky high a few days before my due date, and my options were:
Induce labor so we can try to get the baby out ... even though I wasn't the best candidate for an induction at that timeRisk having a stroke from the high blood pressure ... and of cour…

Indy Mini Recap

If I had to describe my experience at the Indy Mini in one word, it would be AWESOME.
If I had more words, I would say this:
I had a great race and felt good the entire time. I didn’t run fast, but I ran STRONG and had a ton of FUN. My only goal was to raise money for Riley Children’s Foundation and #Run4Bronson, and we did that! So mission: accomplished! 
Unfortunately, my BRF Kim didn’t feel well and halfway through the race, she told me she needed to drop out. So we parted ways after we kissed the bricks on the Indy 500 track … a few miles later, I got a text saying she was stubborn (and yes, a little stupid) and was going to finish. She did, barely, and lived to tell the tale.
From the expo to the finish line, this race was an excellent experience, and I would highly recommend it to anyone. For being one of the largest half marathons in the country, it’s exceptionally well run (I expected it to be much more chaotic). All along the course, you get plenty of energy and enthusiasm, and t…