My previous birth was less than ideal. My son weighed 10 1/2 lbs., had shoulder dystocia, and the cord was wrapped around his neck and in a complete knot. When I delivered him, he was completely lifeless, and needed to be resuscitated. Thankfully, afterwards, he was completely perfect. Due to the trauma of the delivery, I wasn’t ready to have another child; however, God had other plans for us!
When my son was a little over a year old, we found out we were expecting again. Because of my previous delivery I was monitored closely throughout my pregnancy, and was advised to be induced a week early to hopefully avoid shoulder dystocia again. Well, I did everything I could to have an extremely healthy pregnancy, and was informed towards the end that I no longer needed to be medically induced. The problem was, my mother had already bought her plane tickets out here and reserved the week off of work for my previous induction date. I was a complete wreck. I was so scared to deliver again, and I just wanted my mom to be there for us to help with our children, and to provide that support, comfort, and love that only a mother could. We were all alone with no family to lean on. The week came that my mother came out to visit and after getting checked by my midwife I still wasn’t ready to be induced. I prayed, and prayed, over and over again that some kind of miracle would happen, and that I would be able to deliver my baby before my mom left, and that she would be able to hold and love her newest grand baby. (She lives on the other side of the country so she would have to wait until he was about 3 months old to see him if she missed the delivery.) After a fun day of shopping on her last day with us, we had a wonderful dinner, and then headed to bed. I had come to the conclusion that it just wasn’t going to happen while my mom was here.
Well, I woke up in the middle of the night feeling some discomfort, but not thinking that I was in labor. After about 30 minutes, I finally knew that I was actually in real labor! My contractions were coming so rapidly that we started to get ready to go to the hospital. My mom gave us some love goodbye, and as we got into the car, I had the overwhelming feeling that I needed to push. Less than an hour in labor, and this baby was coming out.
My husband sped to the hospital (thankfully it was only 2 am, and nobody was on the road). I somehow managed to walk/run into the maternity ward screaming my head off. They immediately got me into a room. I yelled, “He’s coming; I’ve got to push!” The nurse helped me sit down, quickly checked to see that I was completed, and in about half a push, out comes my perfect little boy! We had delivered him less then 3 minutes after we got into the hospital.
After we got all cleaned up, sent to our room, and got some rest, my mom was able to come and spend an hour with me and our new baby before she headed to the airport. It was a complete miracle from God that I not only delivered him safely, and made it to the hospital, but that my mother was able to meet him – which meant the world to me. It was a very fast labor and delivery, being barely an hour long from start to finish, but it was like Heavenly Father knew what I needed in order to heal from my previous delivery, and it was an absolute blessing.
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