I may have done this amazing, miraculous thing…given birth…now one DOZEN times…but I never take it for granted. In our first world state of fine medicine and good prenatal care, it can be easy to take for granted that everything will come out just fine…but I’ve been humbled enough times in the delivery room to know better. Never take a healthy baby for granted. Be grateful for every good thing that happens in labor and delivery. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief yesterday after all was said and done and my baby was doing so well. So grateful.
I discovered I was pregnant with this child on Good Friday. Within a few hours of a positive pregnancy test, I was bleeding profusely. Another miscarriage, I was sure. I phoned my OB (a now lifelong family friend who has been with us for every baby over the last 20 years!) and he concurred. “Come on in Monday, we’ll see what’s happening.”
Fully expecting to see a mass of lifeless tissue, I was completely floored to see a fully formed little baby floating and flipping around! Heart beating and all! I was ten weeks along! The challenge causing the bleeding was a tear between the amniotic sac and the uterine wall. Because of the size of the internal hemorrhage I was put on bedrest. Week to week we waited to see improvement, and roughly six weeks later my health was mostly cleared.
Except the placenta was over my cervix. So again, risk was raised.
Eventually, praise God, my placenta moved. But then a simple cold turned into a respiratory infection that just wouldn’t go away. Five weeks into this debacle, with my coughing fits completely uncontrollable, I was placed in the hospital. After a few days stay and an extended dose of steroids, my lungs were finally healed.
So many challenges this pregnancy, I had begun to fear delivery. Tension ran high in my heart and mind and I’d love to say I was a happy and perfect mommy the last few weeks, but the truth is that I was just really nervous.
So yesterday, as little man made his way into the world, I was pretty quiet. My epidural worked pretty well, but there was about a 20% window on my left side where there was total pain. I found myself thankful that even though it was very painful, I had medical care. I had my doctor who has long since become a friend. I had a husband who loved me. I had friends and family anxiously awaiting this baby and even my ninth grade girls group at church was praying for me. So much to be thankful for that when he made his way into the world breathing and crying healthily I was overcome with gratitude.
Thank you for celebrating with us the birth of our newest son. Thank you all for your prayers, emails, social media messages and support. What an incredible honor to share the blessing of a new life with all of you. Thank you so very much and God bless you all and your precious families.