*This is the birth story of our second born Jonah Alan. It wanted to write my chiildrens' birth stories not only so that I could share our experience with family and friends, but also so that I would have a detailed account of these amazing days! It is my hope that myself and others will look back on this day and know that we serve a powerful, gracious, and loving Father.
Jonah Alan arrived on May 20, 2011 at 7:15pm. He weighed 7.15 and was 20.5 inches long.
It's funny how you think you have some idea of when your child will enter the world. For weeks I felt certain that Jonah would come any night. I was convinced that I would go to sleep one night (after about 36 weeks) and wake up in labor. I made sure that all of our bags were packed before going to bed. I would usually wake up around 1am with Braxton Hicks contractions and wonder if this could be the night. This birth taught be that only God knows the number of our days! I was exactly 4 days past my estimated due date when Jonah was born.
May 20th was a special day for us because that morning we attended our niece's kindergarten graduation. I was so thankful to be able to attend this special occasion with the rest of the family. Nathan's sister and I were certain that I wouldn't see Tess graduate because I would be at home with Jonah. God had other plans. We all watched proudly as Tess walked across the stage and then we enjoyed a meal together. After lunch, I went to see my OB. He checked me and determined that I was 5cm dilated and 85% effaced. (I had been progressively dilating since 36 weeks and was 4cm on Monday). Progressively dilating prior to birth was an answered prayer.
That afternoon, I played outside with Judah, Nate, and MarMar. It seemed like I might be having some contractions, but they were very mild so I figured they would go away like they had many times before. At about 4:00 pm Nate and MarMar went for a run and Judah and I walked behind them. As I walked, it seemed like the contractions were continuing, but they were painless so I kept walking. About 15 minutes into the walk, I stopped to chat with a neighbor and realized the contractions may be coming consistently. I told my neighbor this could be the day and decided to walk home. Nate and MarMar met me at the house and I told Nate that I might be going into labor. We all stood outside and timed MarMar while he did sprints in front of the house. As he sprinted, I noticed once again that it seemed like the contractions were coming consistently. I told Nate that I was pretty sure I was in labor, but I was probably in the early stages of labor because the contractions were not strong. At about 4:30 pm, I called a friend to ask her if she could come watch Judah if I went into labor. After I talked to her, I decided that we should go inside and try to time my contractions. Timing my contractions was rather difficult because Judah was wanting attention. We timed a total of 2 contractions and realized they were only about 4 minutes apart. I knew I was definitely in labor now and told Nathan we should start to get our things ready. I called my friend back at 4:45 pm and told her that I was for sure in labor and asked her to come as soon as she could to help care for Judah while I labored at home. She said she couldn't be there for about 45 minutes. At that time, I knew my contractions were close together, but I was certain that I wasn't that far into my labor because my contractions felt strong but they were not painful.
I called my doula and she told me that I seemed very calm, but she felt that Jonah could come fast. I told her I wanted to get in the tub. She advised that I get in the tub but not stay at home longer than an hour because my contractions seemed pretty close together and I was 5 cm dilated earlier that day. We had only timed a couple more contractions because we were busy making necessary phone calls and caring for Judah. Thankfully Nate's mother came over to help us with Judah around 5:00 pm. I laid on the birthing ball and prayed for wisdom and peace while Nathan prepared the bathtub and helped me time contractions. The contractions were coming about 3 to 4 minutes apart, but I was so calm and wasn't in pain so I went ahead and got in the bathtub. I was so excited to get in the tub because I enjoyed intimate time with the Lord while I was laboring in the tub with Judah. After only 5 minutes in the tub, Nathan started feeling like we really needed to go to the hospital. I wasn't sure, but I finally felt a very strong contraction that told me we needed to go to the hospital. I prayed that we would know when to go to the hospital and He answered. When I got out of the tub, I realized that I may be farther into the labor process than I thought because I needed Nate to help me get dressed. I started to have a great sense of urgency for getting to the hospital, but God continued to give me peace. As we were driving, we tried to time the contractions and realized they were coming 1-2 minutes apart. I was clearly in transition, but I continued to thank God for progressing my labor and prayed that He would keep us at peace. Nathan continued to reassure me of God's peace and told me over and over again that this is all for a purpose and we would meet Jonah soon. His peace wafted over me when I would feel a strong contraction. I told myself with each contraction that it was simply my body tightening in order for us to meet Jonah. As we approached the off ramp for the interstate, we found ourselves in a major traffic jam. Without hesitation, Nathan jumped the curb and drove our van straight up the raised median and into the emergency lane. We both laughed when he jumped the curb, but inside I think we knew this move was made out of necessity.
We arrived at the hospital at around 6:15pm. A nurse started to ask me the usual admittance questions, but she quickly realized that the baby was going to come quick because I had to pause her at least three times within the first two questions. The nurses seemed a little nervous as they quickly showed us to our room (it was the same room I delivered Judah in!). My contractions were coming one after the other and they were strong, but I was still not in any pain and I felt very calm. I was tempted to start to fear because all the labor preparations were happening so fast, but God's peace prevailed. A tenderhearted nurse came in the room and introduced herself. She explained that she had laryngitis and couldn't talk loudly, but she was not contagious. I laughed and later told her that I had prayed for a peaceful nurse, but I didn't know that would mean she would be so sick that her voice had to stay calm. Her calm presence and supportive spirit was an answer to prayer! She checked me and told me I was 9cm dilated and my bag of water was bulging. I was elated! I thanked God over and over again for such a quick labor (another answer to prayer). I knew he was in total control of my labor! My doula arrived about twenty minutes later. She came at the perfect time because my contractions were getting stronger and the busyness in the room was making it difficult to focus. Jeanne immediately took my hand and started encouraging and praying for me. There was total peace in the room. We talked and even laughed in between contractions. My labor was progressing so quickly that there wasn't any time for using "labor tools". I sat up in bed and when a contraction came, I cried out to Jesus as I leaned into Jeanne. I breathed and moaned through each contraction. At one point, I even flapped my lips (I have a video of this and it is pretty funny). I remember looking at Nathan as I labored and noticing how excited and joyful he was to see me enjoying labor. He prayed for me and reassured me that we were going to meet Jonah very soon. About five minutes before I felt the urge to push, my sister-in-law, Natalie, walked in the door. I was thrilled that she made it in time! She joined right in and encouraged me. I knew that I was getting close to pushing and I was getting concerned that my water hadn't broke. I was just certain that my water needed to break in order for me to push. At one point, I looked at Jeanne on the verge of fear and asked her if something was wrong because my water hadn't broken. She smiled and told me that it was wonderful that my water hadn't broken. She said that it probably wasn't going to break until I started to push and then Jonah would slide right out. Natalie heard us and reminded me that there was no room for fear because God had overcome all of my fears. That was exactly what I needed to hear. I cried out to God for total peace and begged Him to bring Jonah quickly. He answered.
The nurse checked me one last time and I was 10cm. I started to feel the urge to push which excited me because I knew Jonah was going to come quick. I asked the nurses to get the doctor and calmly told Jeanne I was ready to push. Looking back on the calmness of my voice at this time gives me chills. The Lord was clearly in control! Pushing was the most exhausting part of my labor, but I would not describe it as painful. After pushing through a couple of contractions, I started to feel very tired and discouraged, but everyone encouraged and prayed for me and with the next push I felt my strength return. This strong push broke my water (another answered prayer). I asked God over and over again to bring Jonah quickly. I kept saying I can't wait to meet him and bring him quick. After just 15 minutes of pushing, Jonah Alan entered the world. They immediately laid him on my chest. I thanked and praised God for such an amazing gift. I cried and laughed as I looked at his full head of hair. The excitement, joy, and peace in the room was overwhelming. God was with us.
Jonah's birth was a complete reminder that God hears and answers prayers. I asked for Him to deliver me from fear and he answered! He is a merciful, faithful, and loving God. My healer and deliverer. I give him glory and honor for such an amazing birth and for this precious blessing.
" your name and your renown are the desire of our hearts." Isaiah 26:8
Judah is 16 months now and always on the go! He started walking at about 14 months and now he is running. He is more playful and joyful that ever! Much of this is a result of his finally being healed of his reflux! HALLELUJAH! At around 12 months, we starting taking Judah to a chiropractor and after a little over a month, he was completely off of his medication and was showing almost no signs of reflux. Now, we can feed him anything and he shows no signs of reflux. We praise God that he no longer is suffering from this disease. Thank you all for all of your prayers. They have truly been answered. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to know that he is no longer in pain! We are fully enjoying caring for our healthy and vibrant little boy!
