{continued from parts I, II, and  III,}

Her official time of birth was 3:28am.  Less than 2 hours since we’d arrived at the hospital and only four since I felt my first contraction.  Eleven  since the discouraging ultrasound.  I could not believe that we were here, now.  I was in shock.

Part IV: The first night

It makes me sad to think about, but our connection wasn’t immediate.  The labor had happened so fast, so unexpectedly on our due date, I was overcrowded with relief that pregnancy and labor were over to feel much else, and she didn’t exactly look like any of us.  I kept looking at her thinking, “she is mine.”, but it felt too abstract to be reality.

They had given me a shot of progesterone to help expel the placenta and it made me woozy.  I snacked on cheese and crackers in bed while N did skin-to-skin. It also gave me a moment to open my push present: a beautiful emerald ring for me to wear and one day pass on to our May baby!

Our room was of hotel quality.  Because we opted for the laboring tub, we received an even bigger room and it came complete with a Murphy double bed for us to share.  The way our hospital was designed we labored, delivered, and stayed in the same room…so there was no rush to leave.  When I felt like it, I took a hot shower and it felt amazing.   Just like last time, I looked down, all the way down, at my feet and smiled.  I was no longer pregnant.  It was over!   I felt the rush of adrenaline come over me and I didn’t sleep for another 24 hours.

  After Bea’s bath in our room, they lay her under the incubator and N slept in the bed.

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I rested, replaying the events in my mind.  Every once in a while, peeking over at my new daughter, memorizing the tiny details of her face, making sure she was still breathing. I felt my heart grow towards her.  It was during these early morning hours that she became mine.

N left to pick up MG around 9:30 that morning.  It was the moment we’d all been anticipating: the moment our family would come together in completion for the first time.

When she arrived, she was wearing her favorite monkey dress.  Her hair was pulled back, making her appear even older.

When she entered the room, I made sure the baby was out of sight, that I greeted her at eye level, and that she had time to take it all in.  But all she wanted to do was see this long awaited sister.  “where’s  Bea?”  she quietly asked.

We walked over to the little bed, she asked to hold her, and our family became 4.  Just like that.

Later there would be more visitors, lots of lounging, a gift from Bea to MG,  talks of how one (newborn) child is so easy and why did we ever stress over it (?), movies and popcorn.  We soaked in our time and marveled over the features of our newest member.

On the morning of the 20th, we were all ready to go home–physically and mentally–when they dropped the bomb on us.  The hospital had completed the 48-hour blood draw on Bea but unfortunately, her ratio of white blood cells came back a touch high.  Because I was GBS+ and didn’t have time to receive adequate antibiotics, they wanted to monitor her and make sure this was not the first sign of an infection setting in.  We were to wait twelve hours and they would do another blood test.  If the ratio had decreased, we would be sent home.  If not, she would be sent to NICU for a minimum of 48 hours where they would give her a round of antibiotics and monitor her for safe-keeping.  We waited impatiently.

The twelve hours passed rather slowly but they finally came to take her away for a blood draw.  N volunteered to go with her.  His first words upon return to the room was, “well that was awful.”Little Bea’s veins did not want to cooperate and they ended up drawing from her forehead after several other attempts didn’t work.  We waited thirty minutes for the results.

The nurse came back to tell us that unfortunately her blood had clotted and she would need to be assessed again.  Once again they rolled her away with Daddy in tow. Two more clotted tests later and they finally got the results they needed.  Her ratio had improved and we were given the green light to go home with much exaltation!

It was 80 degrees and sunny, we took a much more peaceful (and dare I say, cautious, Dad?) way  home—a digression from our frantic ride there.  We returned to our big girl waiting for us and entered upon the next great chapter of our lives.

Statistics say only 15% of women go into labor with their water breaking first.  And only 5% of women go into labor on their due date.  Some would say this would make me lucky.

Lucky?  Maybe.  But from the very first moments of our story, I have felt the hand of the LORD working its way through and weaving it for us.  From the miscarriage, to the wait, to finding out she was a girl, to the easing of my fears, to the prayers that were answered differently but in our favor, to her not receiving the antibiotics and it keeping me from the tub which I would not have wanted to exit, to all of the answered prayers with the right timing of doctors and nurses, timing with MG and the perfect timing of labor and delivery, and of course a healthy and beautiful girl as the end result.  Lucky doesn’t even begin to describe it.  The LORD has been most gracious to us.

And then God answered: “Write this.
    Write what you see.
Write it out in big block letters
    so that it can be read on the run.
This vision-message is a witness
    pointing to what’s coming.
It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!
    And it doesn’t lie.
If it seems slow in coming, wait.
    It’s on its way. It will come right on time.    Habakkuk 2:3

 {the end}

P.S. taking some time off to spend time with family and catch up on some things here.  will be back in short while

2 Comments on Bea’s Birth Part IV: The First Night

  1. Rachel
    June 29, 2013 at 4:18 pm (4 years ago)

    Great birth story!!!!! So thankful it all went so well and for the the sweet & precious end result! Praise the Lord!

    Reply
  2. Rachel
    June 29, 2013 at 4:18 pm (4 years ago)

    Great birth story!!!!! So thankful it all went so well and for the the sweet & precious end result! Praise the Lord!

    Reply

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