Cheyenne Renee Duncan

Oh Cheyenne. So, for those of you that didn't know, I never wanted children at all and was told I couldn't after my first miscarriage. Well then came a second miscarriage and then came Kota. Cool, we were set. I was breastfeeding Kota, never had a period, so St Rita's would not give me any form of birth control (I messed up and never asked my family doctor) because "they couldn't be sure I wasn't pregnant until I had a period.

So I, obviously, wasn't careful. Well around February I got really sick and thought I had bronchitis so I went to the doctor who asked if I could be pregnant before he would prescribe me medication. Go figure, I was 8 weeks pregnant with baby Chey.

This pregnancy took a huge toll on me. Luckily, I didn't have the preeclampsia issues that I had had with Kota but I struggled with working because of swelling, it being a million degrees in the summer, and I was HUGE. I didn't even have a chance to lose all the baby weight from Kota and I was growing again. When I finally gave birth, I was like 215 pounds. Emotionally and physically, I hated every minute of being pregnant and I was ready to be done.

Didn't help that my physically demanding job sent me into active labor nearly daily in my last month and a half. I went to the hospital three times just for the labor to stop once I settled down. So when the day finally came, no one was really prepared.

I was allowed to start maternity leave at 37 weeks - I spent my whole three days of pre baby break doing funeral stuff for Js uncle. Then on a Thursday, I was watching Greys and Kota was running around and I sneezed. I texted my mom: "Can you sneeze and break your water? Is that a thing?" At 3:01pm. I still wasn't positive that I was in labor (I was almost always contracting those days) so I was messing around, packing, and trying to get Kota ready for a nap cuz I was just gonna leave her home with J and go to the hospital by myself. Well then the pain got pretty serious so I packed Kotas bag, woke J up, and walked Kota the block and a half down to the sitter and J and I were heading to the hospital.

The whole way there I was seriously concerned that I was going to have a baby in the moving truck. We got there and got in our room and the nursing staff was messing around, clearly in no hurry, while I'm insisting that I'M HAVING A BABY. They were gone for a solid 20 minutes before they came back in and checked my cervix, at which point she goes, "Oh yeah, we need a team. You're 8 centimeters and ready to push". J goes, "Oh I guess I'll go call work". Like, TOLD YA! So, no pain meds and just J in the room, Cheyenne Renee was born at 6:47pm on September 6th, 2018 at 6 pounds 13 ounces and 19 inches long. The 4th and final Duncan baby❤️