I can still remember it like it was yesterday. My birth experience with Lucas was eventful, and nerve-wracking. I had to be induced because he was big, and very comfy. So, on June 24th, I was admitted to Helen Ellis Hospital (which has now changed names) to begin the process. I'll spare the details, but trust me, it was not pleasant. I could not sleep. I was prescribed an Ambien and within 20 minutes, was out cold. I had NEVER taken any kind of sleep aid before, so waking up the next morning was crazy. I legitimately had no idea where I was for a few minutes.
The stuff they gave me on the 24th really didn't do much to begin labor, so they started me on Pitocin the morning of the 25th. If you've never experienced the "joy" of being induced, let me break it down for you. It hurts. A lot. You get absolutely no break from contractions once labor starts. It sucks. Thankfully, my doctor was fine with me getting an epidural as soon as I needed it... which was about an hour after I finally went into labor. I was 1 cm dilated and felt like a wimp, but once it was in, I really didn't care. Pain meds make me loopy, and I kept telling the nurses that my legs felt big and fuzzy. Because Lucas was still taking his sweet time to enter the world, my mom and the nurses had to flip me over every hour or so. Finally, after 8:00 that night (I had been in labor for 12 hours at that point), Dr. Goldman came in to see how I was feeling. He'd asked if I felt any pressure, but I had no idea... he checked and said I was more than ready. I cried. I cried a lot. I was SO not ready for this. Lucas was, so I had no choice. 3 pushes (and some pushing on my belly from a nurse) and at 9:03PM he was out. 8lbs, 15oz. 20 1/2 inches long.
Now, I had quite an audience for this... my mom, Katie, Scott's mom, and his Aunt Vicky. THEN, once all was said and done, his brother walks in with another one of Scott's friends. Looking back, this was completely awkward, but I was so exhausted at that point, I didn't care.
Full disclosure: I did not fall in love immediately. It sounds awful. Lucas was born and laying on my belly and my mom was like, "He's here! You can touch him!" I think I reached down and grabbed his hand, and that was all I could do. I was so overwhelmed.
For the first month, I couldn't even say his name. I gave him the nickname "Bug" in the hospital. He didn't look like a bug. I cried a lot those first few months. Scott was wonderful and did EVERYTHING. Lucas was a very hungry baby and wanted to eat every hour. No one slept much that summer.
Now he is 4. I seriously cannot believe that time went by so quickly. He is so smart. He makes me laugh, he drives me insane, and he is the most loving child I have ever met. I look at him every day and think, "Wow... I was a part of creating that". It is a crazy feeling. I try to be the best mom I can for him. He loves to read, loves to sing, and loves to dance. He is so creative and makes up stories with his cars and trucks. He is truly one of my greatest accomplishments!
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