Well after 9 full months, Lucy finally decided to make her debut into the world. However as with any good woman, she came with a little drama! On Friday July 6th, I went to the hospital thinking that my water had broken. The nurses admitted me and checked the fluid that was leaking out of me and sent me home within an hour. My water had not broken after all. Well all weekend long, I felt continuous trickling and on Monday when I went to the doctor, sure enough, my water had broken. The only problem was that I didn't know when. So Evan raced home and I was induced at around 11:30 am that morning. Well the contractions started coming and were very mild all day. The only problem was, that because the doctor didn't know when my water broke, he did not want to check how much I was dilating too often, for risk of infection. Long story short, I went into hard labor and after approximately 15 hours I was only dilated 3 centimeters! The doctor saw a few areas on the monitors where baby seemed to be in a little distress, so decided to do a C-section at 4 am Tuesday morning and Lucy Marie Gaskill entered the world at 4:17 am on July 10th, 2012. She only weighed 5 lbs 15 oz. Just a little peanut. I was very surprised at this because I was past my due date and both my husband and I were fairly large babies. Whatever the reason, God made her perfectly!
When I was released from the hospital, I was not at all prepared for the whirlwind of emotion that I was about to face. I really would like to know why no one told me that I was going to cry everyday for no apparent reason and that I would become a complete basket case! I am breast feeding which is very demanding and a full 24/7 round the clock job. We are almost 2 weeks in now and I think both Lucy and I are getting the hang of things. She is gaining weight like a champ and was up to her birth weight within one week! My husband seems to think that because my boobs are absolutely huge, that they are somehow like that for his pleasure. Ha! Don't come home from work and expect to motor boat, because I will go stay-at-home-mommy crazy on your ass! And that is scarier than any postal worker. He now looks at me everyday like I am a ticking time bomb. Poor guy can't do or say anything right these days. Especially when he says, "Honey, I'm going for a run." That right there is like a punch in the gut. I miss running so very much and can't wait to go to the doctor to see when I can get back at it. I know with the C-section my recovery is going to be longer but I literally cannot wait! I started taking Lucy for walks, which really makes me want to break out the running stroller and go for a jog. I am feeling great and want nothing more than to lace up my sneakers and hit the pavement.