My Own, Personal Miracle

May 20th 2016 was a beautiful day, but I hardly noticed it. “Complete Placenta Previa”….My midwifes words hit me like me a ton of bricks. Here I was, pregnant with our 3rd child, hoping for a normal, peaceful birth (unlike my first 2….John was born in the check-up room, and Isaac was emergency caesarean due to prolapsed cord), and now that hope was gone.

As we talked to her, my Midwife explained that there was a slight chance that the placenta could move, but was unlikely considering how far along I was at that point, and, if it did move, would probably not be enough for a natural birth. Also, there was the possibility of Placenta Accreta – where the placenta attaches too deeply to the uterus, and, if there’s too much bleeding, could require an emergency Hysterectomy. I needed to plan a cesarean. Not only that, but I would need to find a more equipped facility, preferably with NICU, in case of emergency.

I fought tears all the way home…not only was I going to have another cesarean, but this may very well be my last pregnancy.

We stopped at a Walmart, and, while Kyle ran in, I stayed in the van. I was numbly listening to the radio, when suddenly the words of the song hit me…”Daddy’s don’t just love their children every now and then. It’s a love without end. Amen”

I realized that through everything that was happening, God still loved me and was ultimately in control of it all. I was free to just trust Him, and let it all play out as He saw fit.

The next several weeks were still incredibly difficult for me, and I spent many days in tears, struggling to come to grips with it all.

What if I had to have a hysterectomy and this was our last child? What if it was another boy? What if I never had a baby girl?

I remember one day in particular, I was doing dishes, and just pouring my heart out to God and asking Him, “Why would you let this happen? We are trusting you with the amount of children that we have, so why would you only give us 3? Is it so wrong that I want a girl someday? What if you never give us one?”

And God’s response nearly knocked me off my feet…

“Are you really trusting me with the amount of children you have? What if I only want you to have 3? Will you still love me and trust me, or will you only trust me if I give you more? And what if it’s my plan for you to only have boys? Will you still be happy?”

I literally stopped washing dishes; shocked.

I had never thought about it that way.

Throughout those weeks, I also heard 2 songs on the radio that encouraged me so much, “Trust in You” by Lauren Daigle, and “Thy Will Be Done” by Hilary Scott.

We had so many friends and family praying for us, and we were praying constantly as well. It wasn’t until later that I realized I had been praying differently from everyone else.

I’ll spare you the details, but we FINALLY found a doctor that would accept me, and our insurance….he was LITERALLY the last one on our list. The cesarean was scheduled for Sept. 6th (one day before our 3rd anniversary).

August 5th, we had another ultrasound to verify just where the placenta was, and the severity it all. As we watched on the monitor, I braced myself for the news I knew was coming….but it never came.

“I don’t see any sign of previa”, the technician said, “not even partial”.

Kyle asked her about placenta Accreta….”nope” she replied, pointing at the screen “you can see right here that it’s not attached too deeply.”

When we had finished and were waiting for the doctor to come in, we tried not to get too excited. We braced ourselves, thinking that we would still have to have the cesarean, just in case. But we were wrong. Doctor said I could go ahead and try a natural birth if we wanted, everything was fine!

Talk about an overwhelming sense of Joy!!!!!!!!!!!

I couldn’t get texts sent out fast enough when we got back in the van!

SOOO many people told us that they had been praying for a miracle, and for God to completely heal me.

And this is where I realized I had been praying differently than everyone else….you see, I had been praying for the cesarean to go well, and that I would see Gods purpose in it all…I never once prayed for healing.

I was just in awe of what had taken place – for God to take a complete placenta previa and move it 100% in that short of time, was nothing, and I mean NOTHING, but a MIRACLE.

On September 30th, Jackson Everett joined our little family, healthy as can be.

And to this day I still marvel over all that took place in those few short months, and just how much my Faith grew through it all. God did not have to do what He did, but I think He chose to do it all, just to show how big, powerful, and loving He truly is.

And I have a baby that I snuggle and kiss every single day that proves it.

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The Arrival :)

June 13th dawned like any other day, but little did we know that our little blessing would soon join our family!

I woke up a little after 10am, and at 10:10 my water broke (due to circumstances though, I wasn’t sure if it really had).  I wasn’t having any contractions, but had a slight cramp that went away.  I debated what to do…should I call the ob-gyn office and let them know?  My midwife was gone that day for a family activity.  I started making a Quiche to take with us to the birthing center, just in case I really was in labor.  Around 10:30, I decided I would at least call and let them know I thought my water had broken, and just see what they said I should do.

I talked with my midwife’s assistant, and she told me a couple things to try to see if I was really in labor, and said to call her back in an hour and let her know.

I did what she said, and I also started to have more cramps, but nothing real bad – just like menstrual cramps – but there still weren’t contractions.

I called her back around 11:30 and left a message telling her this, and a couple minutes later, Kyle called me from work on his lunch break.   I debated whether or not I should tell him what was going on since I wasn’t even having contractions yet.  I chose to tell him, and he said he was coming right home!  I told him not to; after all, this was our first baby and they usually take awhile; it probably wouldn’t be until evening.

We decided to wait and see what my midwifes assistant said and then I would call Kyle back and let him know whether or not he should come home.  She called soon afterwards and said it sounded like I might be in labor, and if I wanted to come into the office and be checked I could; but they would be closed from noon to 1 for lunch.

I relayed this info to Kyle and he made the choice to come home from work.  I went back to working on the quiche I still hadn’t gotten made (I had taken breaks to sit down every now and then due to the cramps).

By the time Kyle got home around 12, things had progressed rather quickly, and I had given up on finishing the quiche, and was laying on the couch in great pain.  I still was not having timeable contractions however; it was more like one long contraction that wouldn’t release.

I asked Kyle to finish making the quiche, and we could just take it with us and bake it at the birthing center.  He went to the kitchen to work on it, and a minute later and I told him to just forget about it – we needed to leave!

He hurried and changed his clothes, grabbed my bag, and out the door we went! When I got in the Bravada, my one long contraction stopped, and they became timeable – although by this time, I wasn’t even thinking to time them.  Kyle was, however, and they were about 4 minutes apart.

We got to the ob-gyn office at 1:00, and by this time I was fighting the urge to push, and Kyle had to get a wheelchair for me since I couldn’t walk.  The midwife assistants were just getting back from lunch.

They got me into the room, checked me and said “Um, you’re fully dilated.  Do you want to go over to the birthing center, or do you want to stay here?”  I chose to stay there (even though the birthing center was really close)…there was no way I was getting back into that vehicle!

They hurried and contacted the midwife that was there and told her to get down there quick!

At 1:42, we welcomed Johnathan Andrew into our family. He weighed 7lbs. 2oz. and was 20″ long.  Kyle even got to help catch him, and cut the umbilical cord 🙂   About a minute after he was born, my midwife (the one who was gone for a family activity), came hurrying into the room; hoping to be there in time.

A few minutes later they moved us over to the birthing center for recovery.  I walked from the office to the car, carrying Johnathan, and they said it wasn’t the first time to have delivered a baby in the office, but it was the first time for somebody to walk out after delivering!  Usually they need a wheelchair 🙂

We were at the birthing center until about 5:00/5:30 and then we came home.  When we got home, Kyle’s dad and sister were out mowing our yard.  We had more family come and visit that evening, and ooh and ahh all over the new little one 🙂

Johnathan has been such a wonderful addition to our family, and even though we have rough times, and sleepless nights, I love having a little one in the house!!

God has truly blessed us!!!

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