The Hancock Family

My workouts have been great! Started out strong, then bam, I have bursitis! CRAP! I can barley walk, run, etc. So I have taken the last week off and it seems to be getting a little better. The bad thing is that I think I am overcompensating with my other leg and now feel it in that knee. I have been living on Ibuprofen, and icing it. Not much else I can do but rest to get it better. I have been watching what i eat and counting calories except for Saturday and Sunday. It was my 30th birthday! My cute husband planned a big party. We have a really good friend that is the king of smoking, smoking meat that is. We had brisket, dutch oven potatoes, salad, yummy baked beans and killer cornbread. Yup, not healthy but soooooooooooooo yummy. Oh wait to for get to add the princess cake! Then on Sunday, Zac's dad was passing through town heading back home from Washington and so we went to dinner with him at Hoppers. If you haven't been there go, it is awesome!  I had calamari, so not on the diet but I love it! 

I love my children, really I do but I hate what they have done to my body. After #3 I have decided enough is enough and I am going to get my fat butt in shape. I am sick of feeling yucky, for lack of a better word, about myself. I want to look good in my swimsuit and not feel like a beached whale. I want to feel sexy, and feel good about how I look. It isn't all about physically looking good it is also about mentally feeling good. Working out helps me have some time to myself, time to think, time to enjoy nature and helps me clear my head. I LOVE the way I feel when I am done. So I have decided to take you all along with me for the ride. I know I am not the only one out their feeling this way so I invite you to join me in my fight to be fit. I call it a fight because it is hard, it is an uphill battle, but I KNOW I can do it and so can you! I have gotten myself a trainer and I am excited to share his little tips and tricks with you! I have also taken a before picture but I am scared to post it because it isn't pretty. I want to post my measurements but I am scared of that too. I am determined to do this to show you that it can be done and to show myself. I have always had so much self doubt about getting my body back, so help me do this. Lets do it together. I would love for you to post your progress or link me to your blog or whatever. Maybe we could do a challenge. I don't know. I just know if I have people doing it with me it will be easier. So here is to 2012, and a fit me!

Ok, ok, I know it has taken me forever to post about my new little man but life has been a little crazy. The day we got home Easton got strep, then Zac got strep then I got strep. Now everyone except me and Drew have bad colds. Plus we have had many visitors. My Mom & Dad were here for a few days and Zac's Dad and Step Mom have been here for the last week. Yes we have had lots of craziness and much needed help.

 Anyway, baby Drew Kevin Hancock was born at 12:28 am on September 13th at the Timpanogas Hospital in Orem delivered by Dr. Judd. Weighing in at 6lbs 11oz (our biggest baby) and 20" long. This was my hardest labor, even though it was officially only 3 hours. I say longer but that is what they called it at. Here is the story.

My mom had come down on the 12th to take me shopping for some PJ's  to wear in the hospital. I had a doctors appointment that morning at 11:15. This was the first time being checked even though I was 38 weeks.  When he checked me he turned the baby, apparently he was face up and it hurt like hell! He then told me that if turning the baby worked he won't have to see me at my next appointment. I was like sure right, I have been told that before. He also told me I was dilated to a 2-3 and about 50% effaced. After my appointment my Mom, Bubba and I continued our shopping. I was have contractions the whole time and they continued to get worse. We got home from shopping around 3:30 and I was still having contractions. I was timing them but they weren't consistent but still hurt and continued to hurt worse. My Mom left to go get my dad at the capital and I told her to call before she left so she didn't have to drive all the way home and back down if I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. After she left I went and laid down on the bed thinking "Oh I have been walking around all day if I just relax they will go away." Not the case. So I decided to get in a bubble bath. Well they continued to get more consistent and hurt worse. I got out of the tub and decided to pack my bag and told Zac to get ready to go. Zac's Mom has been living with us and was here to watch Easton and Gabe. Before we left we sat the boys down and explained to them where we were going and what would happen. They were so cute and so excited for their new baby brother to come!

We hopped in the truck and were off.  On our way my contractions continued to get worse and the construction is HORRIBLE in Utah County. The freeway splits without any warning and doesn't tell you if you need to get off you needed to be in the right side of the split. Well we took the Left. So of course we missed our exit and had to go to the next exit and turn around. I just had to laugh because Zac was getting mad.

We arrived at the hospital at 7 pm, they got me in a gown and at this point I was having regular contractions. She checked me and said I hadn't made any change since my appointment that morning. I was like "what you have to be kidding. I am having these intense contractions and no progress." So she said they would check me again in an hour. So 1 more hour of breathing through hurty contractions. Ugh! An hour passed and I managed to make it through the contractions. She checked me and wait for it,  wait for it.....no change. My cervix was behind the babies head making it so I wasn't dilating.  I was sooooo mad because I was hurting really bad and very ready for and epidural.  The nurse said she would go call the doc and see what he had to say. She came back in to tell me that there was nothing he could do and that he wanted to give me a pain shot and send me home. I proceeded to tell her ever so nicely in all of my pain that there is no way in hell she could send me home because I wouldn't make it back. I lived to dang far away. She then told me to go walk for an hour and she would check me again. So my Mom and I went walking and Zac and my Dad went to get dinner. I couldn't believe they were making me walk. By this time I was in soooooo much pain! I couldn't walk 10 steps with out having an intense contraction. I walked for maybe a half hour and was finally like screw this! Give me a shot and send me home this pain is to dang much! I went back inside and was like the hell with this send me home. I was trying so hard to be nice but at this point in time I had had it. She was so nice and told me she needed to check me again. Of course I am thinking the worst. Then next thing I know she is telling me I am dilating! All I could think was give me my epidural now! She had to get my IV started and the anesthesiologist was in another room and would be in to do mine next. Oh it so wasn't fast enough. I had to breath through 8 more SUPER INTENSE contractions before he made it in. I was shaking the pain was so bad. Hats off to all you ladies that do it natural. I couldn't. She checked me again and I was now at a 6. She called the Doctor and he came in and broke my water by this time it was like 11:30ish pm. Dr. Judd decided he needed to go take a nap and went in the other room and laid down. He didn't get a very long nap because I was dilated to a 10 by about 12:15am. They got everything ready and I pushed 3 times and he was here. The first thing the little turkey did was pee on the doctor! I loved it!

So of course I can't sleep these days and a ton of stuff runs through my mind. In my head I start writing a blog post and of course when I wake up I can't remember what I was going to say in that post.
 I do know that I was thinking a lot about whether or not to be induced. It is such a hard decision to make. With Easton I wasn't technically induced but according to my new doctor I was. See you see I was having regular contraction and when I got to the hospital I stalled out and they weren't super regular. So when the doctor came in he just broke my water and it was go time from there. It was a good thing because I had calcium deposits on my placenta. Easton was 5 lbs 10 oz about 10 days early.
   With Gabe I chose to be started. I got there about 9am and they started me on pit and I had to sit and wait and wait and wait. I didn't love that part. I felt like I was on the dr. time frame and that didn't fly with me. Finally when it was convenient for him he came in and broke my water. The nurse asked if I wanted the anesthesiologist to come in yet and I said no (big mistake) when I was ready I had to wait he was with other patients and I had to wait for my dang nurse to push fluids before he could give me an epi. It sucked! By the time he got there my contractions were really strong and hurt pretty bad. The whole time he was putting in the epidural I was have intense contraction. It is a good thing my Mom is a  L & D nurse because she was the best labor coach. Anyway, once he got the epidural in it only worked on one side so they had me roll to my left, then my blood pressure dropped and he had to give me some meds to get it back up. Then finally he pulled the epidural our a tiny bit and it finally went to both sides. By that time I pretty much dilated to a 10. Needless to say it wasn't the best experience for me. So with this one I really didn't want to be started. I am so over being pregnant though and my mom and dad have to drive 2 1/2 to get here to be with me, and I WANT my mom to be there with me. Zac's dad and his wife are coming on the 24th and the doctor said would start me on the 22nd. I just don't know what to do. I kinda feel like my doctor is pushing me to be induced. He kept saying things like you could go  into Oct if I don't start you. Well my due date is on the 27th so ya there is a slight chance I might go into Oct. If that does happen then start me. Is he just trying to scare me or something? He also asked me what I had against being induced. I was like nothing I just want to do it on my own. He was like you will do it on your own it will be your own labor. He was saying he could start 4 different people the same day and they all have different labor. Well duh! This is a really hard decision to make. I think the reason I have such a hard time is because I feel like I am messing a little with fate. I know it probably doesn't make much of a difference but somehow I feel like he will come when he is ready and that maybe that the day I choose isn't supposed to be his birthday. I know sounds lame but I still think about it. I am not sure 1 week will make much of a difference on if he is done cooking or not. I think he will come out fine no matter what day he comes from here on out. So everyone just pray that he comes on his own before the day they want to start me.

SEPTEMBER 27th!