Lucy

Lucy Marie Leavitt came into the world on a rainy monday evening, April 25, 2011 at the Lakewood Hospital. I went into the hospital that morning at 6am to get induced and start the pitocin. Things were progressing, but very slowly and mom was loving life since it wasn't too painful. I wanted to try a waterbirth, but the midwife was afraid if they turned off the pitocin to do that she would stop dilating. So I just read some magazines and ate a ton of popsicles and watched some t.v., while dad took a nap and hung out, waiting for things to start happening. I tried sitting on the birthing ball, but that didnt get things going either, I still had a smile on my face, which wasnt what the midwife wanted to see :) (I think I was relieved/suprised that the contractions weren't too bad at all, since everyone had warned me that when you get pitocin, it makes labor 100x's more painful!).

So eventually around 3pm or so, the midwife decided to take things up a notch (I dont think she wanted to be there all night! lol). She super-upped my pitocin, and also stretched me to an 8 (OUCH!). That really got things going, let me tell you! I was immediately in pain, and the contractions started to come a lot faster and stronger. I was breathing through them at first, but they were getting really bad and intense. The midwife (julie), was an awesome coach though! She kept me going, and was providing counter-pressure against my knees everytime a contraction came along, which helped a lot. Until it didnt! The midwife decided to lower the pitocin, cuz the contractions were not giving me a break in between, I had no time to rest and regroup. But by then, I think my body had taken over! I was in sooooo much pain and was pretty much BEGGING for an epidural, or anything else they could give me :) (sadly, nothing would have helped!). I was pretty scared at this point, I was in transition (the most painful part where you dilate to a 10 and get to the pushing part!). I had been really terrified about the pushing part, because with Easton, that was by far the worst part. This time, not so much! The contractions were so excruciating (yep, un-imaginable pain!), that all the sudden i felt the urge to push, and it kinda felt good. I was ready to be done!! I was screaming up a storm (which the midwives told me to stop doing, they said, "put your energy into pushing, not screaming!". lol, do NOT say that to a pushing preggers lady! Hahaha I screamed anyways (and probably cursed a little, kinda expected that since i was doing this all-natural, no pain-killers!). But I pushed like crazy for 5 mins, and then I got to meet my sweet daughter!

She was born around 6:30pm, and was 8lbs, 3oz (way chubbier than easton! probably cuz she baked in my belly a week and a half longer), and was 20.5 inches. She came out screaming, but was a super good, sleepy, happy, good eater baby. For the first week. Then she started projectile spitting up/vomiting all over mom and dad, which was not fun! lol. Then I decided to cut dairy out of my diet, thinking that it didnt agree w/ her. Seemed to help, but now she is just a really gassy, fussy baby who does not like to sleep at night. At all. So i'm going a little crazy with sleep deprivation, but hoping this is just a short phase :)