baby

Here I am holding Brian I was to tired to care. Look how bruised he is. Poor kid it was a hard delivery
Kerry seeing his boy for the first time
me right before the birth
So here it is The Birth story of Brian Kerry Bang. It all started on Sunday the 4th day of January. Brians Mother was sick of being pregnant. Yes she had had it I was dilated to a 4 and was so sore and ready to scream from not sleeping. I swore to Kerry if he did not let me go to the hospital one of these days I would not give him any more kids. We had went to church and had a normal Sunday. When Kerry got home we headed directly to My parents house for a sunday evening.On the way there we stopped at the Ivins park were the search and rescue had set up camp for a search on the red mountain. We had wanted to ask Jeremy Johnson if our kids could get a ride on the helicopter some time. When he saw me he said that if I went I would go into labor. I politely refused to ride, but the kids and Kerry flew with him to the Airport were I met them.When we got to my parents Kensi informed me that my babies hands were really tiny. We cut it short because Cherina had invited us to her house for dessert. I had started to notice my contractions at her house but figured they were my normal contractions that would stop.We got home around 9:30 put the kids to bed and visited for a while. about 10:45ish I got into the tub to try to relax so I could go to bed. My contractions started to come on pretty hard at this point. I asked Kerry to come and read the scriptures to me because I didn't want to get out yet. I had to stop him a couple times because they were really starting to hurt. I finally got out because I wanted to have Kerry help me make them not hurt. I called my Mom to see if she had any Ideas. She said she was coming out right then. I told her no that the contractions would probably stop anyways. She wouldn't hear of it and said she would just go home if they stopped. By the time she got here I was having them pretty good. I had told Kerry that she would probably say lets go to the hospital. She did.Chris and Jessica came along for the ride. When we got to the hospital they checked me and I was a 6. They had me get up and go to the delivery room. I was surprised I thought that they would monitor me for awhile. By the time we got settled into the room they checked me and I was a 7. We had requested Dr. Craig Astle (our old Bishop) He was not on call but I told them to try him anyways. He showed up and went to preak my water I was an 8. We had only been at the hospital 1 1/2 hours. When I finally got to a 9 the Dr. came in and I started to push. I told him I would get it out in 2 pushes they all laughed. After 10 pushes he was out but his shoulders were stuck. They called this shoulder distosia. After some hard pushes from me and the nurses he came. I was so relieved to finally be done. He came at 4:32 a.m. and he weighed 8 pds 15 ozs. 20 1/2 inches long.