Luke is our "sunshine after the rain" baby. In the world of parents that have lost children, the technical term for the subsequent living child is "rainbow child" I really don't like that term, so I prefer "sunshine after the rain." After going through the heartbreaking experience of carrying a baby that wasn't going to live, and then losing her, having Luke was truly a wonderful experience.
Finding out we were pregnant with Luke was especially exciting because my best friend, Lindsay had just found out that she was pregnant also. We had so much fun complaining to each other, having a weight gain contest (which I of course won) and knowing that our babies would be born within weeks of each other.
Of course, this pregnancy was so different than the one with Sophie and Olivia because I was no longer naive and knew pretty much everything that could go wrong. I was a huge bundle of nerves throughout the pregnancy, even after repeated ultrasounds told me that the baby was okay!
We found out that we were having a boy and that he was indeed healthy on September 6, 2005. We were in shock because we just knew that we were going to have a girl and didn't think we would ever get the chance to have a boy! I kept thinking....I get to keep this baby! I get to bring him home from the hospital! This is really happening! That day (finding out he was okay) was one of the best days of my life!
I had a planned cesarean section scheduled for February 7, 2006. Sophie (my first born) was breech, so this mean any subsequent pregnancies would result in cesarean sections as well. They really aren't that bad, for me anyway. I like it being planned and knowing exactly what is going to happen.
Luke Thomas Mooney was born on February 7, 2006 at 8:17 am. The first thing I remember Dr. R. saying, was "look at his round head" He still has a big round head so that is pretty funny that I remember that. Anyway, I saw him and he was taken to the nursery. When they brought him back to me and I was holding him and trying to nurse him, I noticed some major pain. It got worse and worse. I didn't have that with my other two c-sections so I kept telling the nurse who kept putting meds through my epidural. Finally, she said that with the amount of meds I had been given, anyone else would be comatose. I am thinking, okay that is great but I AM IN PAIN! A little while later, they noticed that my epidural had fallen out. So, I wasn't crazy. No pain relief after being cut open really hurts. Once we got that figured out and under control, I was okay. I really don't remember that day though because after the epidural fell out, they gave me way too much pain medicine and I was in a total drug induced fog. That fog eventually lifted of course, and we enjoyed the rest of our hospital stay with our new sweet baby boy. Sophie was so excited and so cute coming to see her new baby brother. It was just the sweetest thing!
We brought our sweet boy home on February 10th, and the rest is history! Luke was the sweetest baby too---he slept well and easily (unlike his sister at that age). Now he is a crazy boy---but I wouldn't have it any other way!
Happy third birthday my crazy little man!
5 comments:
Awwww, that's a wonderful story. I'm so glad you shared it. Thanks. (((HUGS)))
so sweet! I love my mr. Luke!
Great story & great pictures of Luke both as a baby and as "himself" at 3. Awesome!
wonderful story! i'd never heard that about "rainbow child." i have to agree... i like "sunshine after the rain" much better!!
Another sweet, sweet story! I'm always going to think of him as "Deuce"--that's what I always called him when I worked with Zac. He's such a handsome boy!!!
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