
The events of Sunday 3/14/2010 and the few days leading up to it. Thursday I worked all day long, upstairs on the floor for that matter. So I was on my feet for 10 hours, which at the end of a pregnancy is actually a good thing, eventhough its hard and hurts. I got home that day and had actually had a pretty bad day. I got teased for walking funny, which I didn't think was funny at all. They would laugh at me for how I had to pivot around a corner and waddle and how slow I was and what not, it was pretty rude, I couldn't help it and now i know why. I was also very sick of getting to work and people say "Oh you're still here, no baby" ( I had been a 4 then an almost 5 for two weeks at this point) I just couldn't take that question anymore and left for the day REALLY not wanting to return on monday.
Friday I spent all day with just Ashlee, we went to the park and I climed on the jungle gym with her, swang with her and tried to chase her as much as I could around on the grass. We also went to the pet store and walked around forever looking and learning about all the different pets/fish etc. Next, we went to the duck pond and fed the ducks, her most favorite thing ever to do. She found some duck eggs in the water and brought them home, thinking she had finally found something to be her pet. She was gonna keep them warm and safe and hatch them. We had to have a little discussion about how since they were in the water, they were probably bad and that they wouldn't grow a duck, she understood. When we got home we sat out on the lawn and painted our toes and fingers, it was such a nice day.
Saturday I watched my friends baby and daughter that is Ashlee's age from 1 to 5:30 or so. Ash loves having Ellie over and they play so good together! They wore me out and I was pretty sore and swollen that night but again, nothing to complain about, it was a good hurt. So, when I went to bed that night and woke up like 5 to 8 times which is actually normal for me due to my stupid carpal tunnel, being hot, having to pee and drinking about 4+ glasses of water each night I thought nothing of it. The only difference was that it hurt more than usual to get out of bed. But it always hurt to get out of our bed, its an intelligel bed with a layer of memory foam on top so its super tall and super soft and very hard to get out of even when not pregnant. So this little extra pain I just attributed to the stuff I had done the last few days especially the day before.
But Sunday at 6am I finally woke up and decided to try to sleep on the couch but it wasn't happening and I ended up laying there trying to decide if I was indeed contracting. I decided I wasn't when nothing was hurting at all. My belly would get tight but I just assumed it was the baby moving and pushing outward, not a contraction. Cody woke up 3 hours later and I told him I was wishful thinking about being in labor. We ate breakfast, started our daily routine and even went shopping at Walmart and Albertsons for over 2 hours, we got home and ate lunch. I kept asking Cody, what should I do-go in, call doctor (no I'm a freaking nurse why would I bother him on a Sunday, he's at church) wait til my appt in the am. I just couldn't decide. So we went to the carwash and washed the car. I helped Ash with her homework and cleaned the house. Cody said if you were in labor wouldn't you be saying ouch or something, I said yeah it doesn't hurt at all and if I have to think this long and hard about it then I must not be..At about 4 this tightening kinda started to stop me from doing what ever it was I was doing at the time but still didn't hurt, so I timed it and it was mostly every 1o mins. I tell pts at work to go in at 5 to 6 mins apart so I was still not concerned. Then at 5 I called my doc to see what he wanted me to do and I sure felt stupid doing it, cause I knew the answer...wait!! well much to my surprise he said GO NOW so we did, well sorta..we finally arrived at the hospital at 6:30pm..
I was checked immediately and was a 6, yes a 6..I was having regular contractions and didn't really know it. I was moved into a labor rooom at 7:15 and was a 7. Then at 8 I was an 8, I got my epidural and almost didn't but I was afraid of delivering without one. Dr Ott came to break my water at 8:30 and I was a 9. I felt great!!! I started finally feeling ALOT of pain and pressure and was searching for my epidural button to give me some more medication but I couldn't find it anywhere. Contractions were one on top of another at this point so I quite looking for it and just dealt with it. The nurse came in and I was complete, she asked if I'd pushed my button and I said no I couldn't find it. She found it way over by her computer WAY out of my reach. I pushed it but since it takes time to work and you can only push it once every 10 minutes it was useless. I started pushing with the nurses at 9:45 and then the doc and then Lucan was born at 9:53 at what felt like a natural delivery. Stupid epidural, I knew I shouldnt have got one and I want my money back.
Anyway, Lucan Eugene was born 11 days early on 3/14/2010 at 9.8 lbs**20in**and 35 cm head


































