In the morning around 7 am three years ago today, I felt contraction activity going on. I got up to look in on the kids, then went into the bathroom where my husband was shaving. I leaned over and rested on the chest and told him that I was pretty sure that these were the real deal. He turned to me, put his hands on my belly and prayed. He then declared that I was having the baby on this day. He told me to go and lay down. I called my mom; while he called Kelly (our awesome midwife). She asked were they Braxton-Hicks or the real deal; to which I responded “the real deal.” She told me to time the contractions; which I did for a little over a half hour. They were 2.5 – 3 minutes apart. Kelly called back and I reported the information. I got up and cleaned myself up; and then got the kids ready for the day.
Kristen (our amazing RN/birth assistant) arrived; and she and my husband began setting up for the task at hand. I went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Just as I’d begun, my mom arrived and took over. I went and sat on the couch; and then Kristen came and checked my blood pressure and pulse. She, my husband and I sat in the living room making sure that the paperwork for the birth was in order. Kelly then arrived and checked me out. As we all sat engaged in conversation, I slipped off to the upstairs bathroom….probably since I’m an introvert and needed to be alone for a few minutes. Kelly came to check on me about 5 – 10 minutes later. We both returned downstairs; and she massaged my back to ease the contractions as they continued to come. Kristen then took over the massaging.
I went into the downstairs bathroom to be alone for a while and breathed through every surge. Kelly had me come out so that she could check me. She said it wouldn’t be long; and that as soon as my water broke, the baby would come. I went back into the bathroom and wondered how much longer; which lead to my thought about the metaphor of the pregnancy and birth process, as it relates to life. We are all pregnant with dreams and visions; but when the intensity, pressure and discomfort to birth these things come into play, we may want to give up, or take something to relieve the discomfort. However, if we persevere, at the right time we will receive a blessing (Galatians 6:9). I continued to think on this in between contractions; as well as: I can do all things through Messiah who strengthens me” (Philippians 4:13).
All of a sudden, I became aware of the voices of my mom and kids playing in the dining room; as well as the conversation between my husband, Kelly and Kristen, right outside of the bathroom door. I then had THE most intense contraction that knocked me to my knees. The space in between the surges definitely became next to non-existent. I must’ve yelled or groaned, because at that moment, all conversation ceased. I heard my husband say: “that’s it!” The bathroom door opened and they found me on hands and knees on the side of the toilet. Kelly asked if I could make it to the bed, so that they could help me. I responded no; but began crawling towards the bed; and asking God to help me. I could hear my hsband cheering me on: “Come on Yonk! You can do it!” I could see the expression on mom’s face, wishing that there was something that she could do. I could also see the faces of my other three babies watching intently from the entrance of the dining room. As I continued crawling, Kelly and Kristen were right there with me. I felt my water break; followed by the undeniable urge to push. So with everything in me, I pushed! I then felt Olivia’s head come through; and the rest of the body slid right out. She made her grand appearance at 1:47 pm. I collapsed to the floor with a since of relief, accomplishment and gratitude.
I finally made it to the bed and was given Olivia. She was so little and precious. I birthed the placenta, and my husband cut the umbilical cord once it ceased pulsating. He put the heating pad on me and wrapped me in a comforter and blankets to ensure my warmth. Olivia was wrapped in towels and her dad loved on her. My other babies and mom came in to meet our newest addition. The boys were delighted with Olivia; however, Hannah wasn’t too thrilled that Papa was holding that baby. She did get over it later on that night though. I rested for a while; and then went upstairs and showered (which was heavenly). I laid in my own bed; while Kelly and Kristen measured and dressed Olivia. The kids all came and hung out in the bed with us and Olivia. It was another great home birthing experience; and I’m grateful once again to Kelly & Kristen for a job well done; and for honoring all of my wishes. I’m also super grateful to my selfless mom who spent the entire day taking care of my babies, cooking and cleaning to ensure that the process went as smoothly as possible. Of course, I’m still grateful yo God this day for His presence with me; and for the gift of Olivia. She’s the most joyful person that I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around. She also loves on nearly everyone she meets.