This is going to be a long post, so I apologize in advance, but I want to tell the whole story of the birth of Lukas Evan Hancock.
So, it was Tuesday, May 27th and I had a non-stress test to go take at the U (since I was now 4 days over-due). So, Daryl and I met up at Red Butte Cafe to have lunch before and then off we went to our appointment. Everything was fine at the appointment - in fact, the nurse said I had more than enough fluid to sustain this little guy for awhile. What great news! (insert sarcasm). So, after the appointment Daryl and I sat in our car for awhile to talk and we started getting in an argument about none other than the fact that we were so frustrated that I wasn't going into labor. Daryl was frustrated because every day he woke up, he thought it would be his last day to work for a week or so. I was frustrated, obviously, because I wasn't going into labor, I was extremely uncomfortable, and Daryl's frustration was making me feel like I was letting him down. Anyway, to make a long story short, I left crying (because I was 9 + months pregnant and a bit emotional) and drove home to North Salt Lake and Daryl drove back to work. I was talking to my mom and sister on the phone on the way home and as I walked through the door, my water broke (literally right as I stepped through the door!). I called Daryl, he came and got me, and away we went, AGAIN, to the hospital (could this baby be anymore frustrating? Why couldn't my water break during the test I had one hour before??)
So, we get to the hospital and they confirm my water broke, but they have no beds available at the moment. So, I get to spend 2 hours in the evaluation area on a hard examining table. Thank God my contractions weren't painful yet, or else I would have been unbearable to be around. We finally get a room and we hang out for probably 5-6 hours with me having contractions, but they don't hurt, they are irregular, and labor is not progressing. So, it is decided that I need to get Patosin (I probably spelled that wrong). That takes another couple of hours or so to kick in and finally I start having regular contractions. So, this entire time, I am trying to go "natural" and not get an epidural. Around midnight, Daryl tries to fall asleep and within a couple of minutes, I am waking him up asking him if I should "give in" and get an epidural. He was a bit shocked since nothing was really happening two minutes before. He gets up and helps me through the contractions, but after a couple more hours, I decide it is too painful and I really want the epidural. I am dialated to a 7 at this point and it takes another hour and a half to get the epidural (they were a bit busy that night!). I finally get the epidural, it was heaven, and I get a couple hours of sleep. Then they come and check me and I am fully dialated and I can start pushing (yeah!!). I was thinking, I am going to have a baby here within a hour - I can't wait!! How silly of me! So, to sum it up, I pushed for three hours, make absolutely NO PROGRESS and was told I needed a C-section. At 11:32 a.m. on May 28th, our little, stubborn angel came into the world and life hasn't been the same since nor will it ever be. Oh, PS - He was 9 lbs. 15 oz., 22 inches long and in perfect health! No wonder I couldn't push him out.
I went with my Mom and Casey yesterday to go get pictures taken. Paige is four months old and Lukas is two months. It was so much fun! This shot couldn't have been any better!
Doesn't Lukas look like an old man and that is his "woman" at his side? I love this picture - I just need to photoshop a beer can into Lukas' hand!
What an adorable girl!
Brookie and her sister, Jada, watching the fireworks.
The crowd hanging out waiting for the fireworks to start.
Our friends, Darwin and Nikki and his daughter Ashley.
Some of the little ones hanging out. Notice Lance and Ava holding hands - aww!
My family hanging out on the blanket. Thanks Corbin for ruining the picture!
Me with my sleeping angel.
Here are a some random belly pics for you all to enjoy.
So, May 23rd finally came around and I figured that would be the day I would finally go into labor (it was after all my due date) since it was Brooke's birthday and we had a party to go to (isn't that how it is supposed to work - make plans and you will go into labor??). So, as the day progressed and I didn't, we headed out to Jungle Jim's to celebrate Brooke's 4th birthday. I have to say, I am glad that Brooke and Lukas don't have to share a birthday, although they aren't that far away regardless. So, here a some cute pics from the party. It was a lot of fun with both of my nephews and my niece there and all of Brooke's friends.
Brooke's new bike.
