Your birth was kind of a miracle. I know: all births are miracles, but yours showed so clearly the hand of God that it was more than the usual miracle of life.
I was sick all day Saturday. Nauseous and couldn’t eat. Lethargic and tired. I thought I had food poisoning. But when that didn’t go away by the end of the day, I knew something was up. Even though it was a week early, we decided to pack our hospital bags, just in case.
I started feeling pain around 10pm. I didn’t think much of it but around midnight I decided to start timing when I felt it. Exactly 5 minutes apart. For an hour. These are probably contractions and I’m probably in labor.
I texted my doula and she said we should head to Watertown. So we packed up the car and got on our way at 1AM Sunday morning.
I kept timing the contractions, however, and by the time we got 10 minutes down the road they were one minute apart. Unsure if we would make it to Watertown or not, we decided to head back to our hometown hospital and have them check me to see if I’d make it to Watertown.
When we got there, they said they would check me. I got put in a room and they hooked me up to a machine. I immediately had a low blood pressure episode because I hadn’t eaten the day before, so they stuck and IV in me and gave me fluids.
The doctor came in. He looked familiar and thought we did too. M just shrugged. He told us that because the baby took a hit when my blood pressure dropped that I was probably going to need to have a c-section that night and told the nurse to put another IV in me. When I gave pushback, he got mad and left.
I told the nurse I wanted to do things as naturally as possible and asked if we could wait to see if the baby comes back to normal vital signs after few minutes and the fluid I’m getting in my body works. She said yes and said she would go talk to the doctor.
By that time they considered us officially admitted to CPH and we decided to stay. Our nurse Kallie was excellent and ended up staying 4 hours past her shift just to see you born.
You were born at 10:11 AM that morning. 7 lb, 11 oz of pure miracle and joy.
Looking back, we can see how everything worked together. If we hadn’t turned around in Canton I may have had a low blood sugar somewhere between Potsdam and Watertown where we couldn’t have gotten help. If we hadn’t been admitted to CPH, our doula wouldn’t have been able to come help me. I’m not sure I could’ve done it without her. And in the end we are two minutes from home instead of two hours.
28 “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a] have been called according to his purpose.”
Romans 8:28 NIV