Lucas turn 5 today

I’m skipping Jenni’s prompt today but still sharing. After all I’m writing.

I remember every detail of my day my sweet middle son was born. It was one of my most painful things I’ve ever experienced but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

My pregnancy had been relatively uneventful but the last few weeks I just felt “off”. I mention this to my doctor and he brushed me off and said it was common towards the end of pregnancy. This wasn’t my first time though and I never felt these feeling with my first. He said not to worry. It was normal, all pregnancies are different.

I felt bad all day on the 5th and my feet were very swollen. I’d spent most the day sitting on the couch with my feet up but they just weren’t going down. It was 3 weeks from my due date and two weeks before my scheduled c-section.

I went to bed that night and remember waking up in quite a bit of discomfort but I was so exhausted I just feel back asleep. I woke up an hour or two later in the worst pain of my life, and remember I’ve experienced a broken back. THAT HURT LIKE HELL, so you can imagine how painful this was. I was biting down on the pillow to keep from screaming, and when I woke Charlie up the light in my eyes only intensified the pain.

He called the doctor and they asked if my water had broken, he pulled the sheets back and I was soaked and covered in blood.

They told us to come in immediately.

It was 2 am and we had a 3.5 year old, what on earth were we going to do? Our next door neighbor had a 2 month old so we figured there was a good chance they were up anyways so we called them and they said to bring him over.

As soon as Charlie walked out the door with Will, I started screaming, I couldn’t hold it in now that my little boy was gone. I wasn’t willing to scream with him in the house. I didn’t want to scare him. The pain was so intense I couldn’t sit up and when Charlie tried to move me it intensified. He finally just insisted that we needed to go NOW.

When we finally got there, they checked me and I was dilated to a either or 6 or an 8. We assumed the pain was me just feeling labor. I remember when the doctor walked in. He wasn’t my doctor, he was one of his partners. I’d only met him in passing but knew who he was. He told me he would have to get things started and my doctor would try and be there by the end. I can still smell his coffee. It was vanilla and thinking about it to this day makes me want to gag.

Once my c-section was over, my heart rate gave everyone a scare and we learned that the pain was from a placental abruption. We don’t know why it happened or how, just that it did. I was told never to get pregnant again but I’m hard-headed and don’t like to listen so I went to a high-risk specialist and he looked over my charts and using his beste judgement on what happened and how the surgery went and other medical variables, his advice was that getting pregnant again would not be an issue … so that’s where NAthan came in, but BACK TO LUCAS.

Lucas was our little peanut. He was tiny for the longest time.

He’s always been gentle and sweet. He’s Momma’s boy.

As of today he loves his Shamu whale, scooby doo, mickey mouse, Doc McStuffins, Special Agent Oso and minecraft. He adores his baby brother and worships his big brother. He’s a green stripe in Tae Kwon Do tiger cubs, has a blast with indoor skydiving, and he loves going to preschool.

My life would be incomplete without him. He brings a smile to my face every single day.