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Luke Edmund

So here is the story.  Thursday I went to the doctor for a weekly check.  She had concerns.  I had lost almost five pounds and still struggling to breath.  I was a three and she decided to strip my membranes.  We were both hoping I didn't make it through the weekend pregnant. I had my membranes stripped with Andrew and he came 10 days later. So I wasn't considered that if he wasn't ready he would come.  I called my mom and put her on high alert.  Went to work and told them I would finish out the day but that it was my last day before leave.   I was planning on making Friday my last day.

My mom showed up at our house around five in the morning and by the time we headed to the hospital it was almost six .  We quickly got a room and I was checked and was a four.  Doctor offered to break my water to help speed things along.  About an hour later I had some pain meds. Several hours later at 12:31 pm little Luke entered the world.  Screaming.  He struggled the first several days and cried all the time.  So different then the other three.  The doctor on Monday gave me some suggestions and now he seems happier.

It was my most emotional birth.  It was a struggle the last nine months which is why we did things the way we did.

The siatica is back but not as bad and I get winded walking up the stairs.  Physically I feel as though I have healed from giving birth.  Emotionally will be harder.  

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