Almost three weeks later….I’m posting birth details! (It’s been a very FULL three weeks. *smile*)
I’ve been trying to re-play the events of June 9th- the day was most definitely not at all like what I thought it would be!
Leading up to my due date, all signs seemed to point toward favorable conditions for my induction.
Having NEVER went into labor on my own, we’re used to scheduling a date for our births- we were really excited this time as it seemed my body might have been trying to labor on it’s own.
The week, in general, had been hard.
We experienced a difficult loss. One of my Great Aunts went to be with the Lord.
Though I know she is in a much better place now, it’s still sad to think we’ll have to wait a while to see her again.
The night of June 8th, I went to bed on time- excited, but a little anxious.
Paul was working on a school assignment and didn’t come to bed until midnight. I remember laying awake for a few minutes, but finally drifted to sleep.
By 2 a.m., I was awake. I’ve never had such trouble sleeping before an induction. I prayed for some time, and finally decided to go and check my email.
Some time before 4 a.m., I was back to sleep.
The alarm went off at 4:30. Time to shower and dress for the hospital. I woke Paul and spent some time with the children.
He (Paul), asked me if I was excited (my doctor would later ask me the same thing…), and I answered honestly saying that though I was excited to see the baby, I really didn’t feel “ready” to have her just yet. It was strange– normally, I’m more than ready!
The 9th was a VERY long day!! My nurse had the hardest time starting my I.V. I still have bruising! I told Paul this was not a good start to the day– I normally have no problems with this part of the induction process.
With each visit from my doctor, there was very little progress.
At midnight, Paul and I realized we weren’t to have a June 9th baby.
Within a couple of hours, my doctor’s concerns were growing. I wasn’t progressing and the baby would just not move down. I decided to open my Bible, as I became more frustrated, and more tired and read this Scripture:
“May the LORD answer you when you are in distress;
may the name of the God of Jacob protect you.
May he send you help from the sanctuary
and grant you support from Zion.
May he remember all your sacrifices
and accept your burnt offerings.[b]
May he give you the desire of your heart
and make all your plans succeed.
May we shout for joy over your victory
and lift up our banners in the name of our God.”
I felt strongly that I should stop and ask Paul to pray these Scriptures over me, but our nurse was (and had been) in our room for some time. I stopped and prayed that the Lord would allow us some alone time. Within minutes, our nurse was called out to another room. I asked Paul to pray for me and to use this Scripture, in particular. He did, and I felt at ease for the first time in hours.
As time rolled on, there was still no change– it had been a 20 HOUR induction, thus far– I knew I was quickly approaching a time when C-Section would be discussed. (My doctor has been so kind, and so patient realizing it has been our desire to avoid this, especially considering my VBAC status.)
Sure enough, into the 21st hour- about 3 in the morning, he came into my room and explained his concerns were growing and thought he would give me 30 more minutes to be ready to push or we would need to have surgery.
It’s so easy to trust God when things are good, isn’t it?? What about when things aren’t going so well??
There was a time at the beginning of this pregnancy when I didn’t think things were going so well. Paul prayed for me and told me- we must praise God in the bad as well as the good, knowing His plans are best.
I could see the strain on Paul’s face when my doctor left the room. As hard as facing surgery was for me, I know watching me go through it would be so much worse for him. I reminded him this time- praise God no matter what.
I opened my Bible again …this time to:
“Wait for the LORD;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the LORD. “
and so I waited, and prayed.
Our nurse soon returned, this time with two other nurses. She asked if we might try some things while we were waiting on the doctor.
They asked me to move a few different ways. Within four contractions, I could feel the baby! Sure enough, when the doctor returned, a huge smile came across his face…and he announced we were ready!
Miss Darby arrived into the world at 3:48 a.m. Paul and I were so very relieved…so thankful for the Lord’s hand, and answered prayers– very thankful for a kind, Christian physician who also prays and seeks the Lord’s will for his patients.
Today, I hold my sweet, beautiful baby girl. She’s a living miracle.
As my eyes study her every feature, I must confess, I’m in love!
More so, once again, the Lord has been faithful!!
Praising God for life!!!
With my love,