Promise this’ll be PG guys.
So after the emotions of my last appointment, I informed Wes that he would be going with me to all my remaining appointments, especially this one as we’d be scheduling the cesarean. I had my birth plan and questions for the Dr. but I wasn’t sure if I could get through it without crying.
There were so many little God moments this day. Like Wes coming with me. And he was late meeting me and so as I waited at the gas station I noticed that we were sorta low on gas. I figured what the heck, I’ll be a big girl and get a full tank of gas while I wait for him.
We went in to our appointment and the Dr. couldn’t be sure what the baby’s position was and told us they’d give us a call when a spot opened up for an ultrasound.
So we did errands in town that now seem hilarious. Went to Brown’s automotive to get the hatch working in our car. Had a little date at Chipotle and celebrated by drinking a coke after a few months of being coke-free. I was very set on buying some hair bands from Anthropologie so we went there next. After the ultrasound we were planning on stocking up on groceries so I could further stock our freezer, then hit up Target to get the rest of things we needed for the bebe. Oh, and maybe buy an iPad for the shop.
Little did we know. I kept telling Wes, ‘Wes, I don’t want to tell anyone when we’ve scheduled our cesarean because we have no idea when this baby will come.’ Didn’t quite realize how accurate that was.
We went back for the ultrasound, still breech, then were told that the Dr. wanted a non stress test. I didn’t know why but managed to not become stressed by singing my song, then listening to my itunes radio.
Then my Dr came in. And told us that our baby was in the 1% of growth since our last ultrasound. She was almost in tears as she told us how concerned she was. She wanted to get the bebe out that day and told us to go home and get our bags and come right back to the hospital. She guessed that our baby was under five pounds and would probably have to spend at least a week in the nursery.
That was a lot to process. I called my mom and told her I didn’t think they should take their trip to Sacramento. And then I quit processing and just focused on my baby kicking around, on things I wanted to take to the hospital and that I was probably having a baby that day.
So many emotions. We packed up, gave Gladys a kiss goodbye and headed back to the hospital with our full tank of gas. The nurses all gave me the download and I tried not to weep at everyone. Wes prayed with me and then I was taken to the O.R. to be prepared for the surgery.
I’ll be honest. I felt rather traumatized as I walked into the operating room. The shock of the day was, I think, still hitting me. I couldn’t believe that it was really time for me to have a baby. That mixed with the medicine they gave me and the freezing cold O.R. room caused me to shake uncontrollably.
I sang my song in my head and when a rather large nurse held me in her arms as the anesthesiologist prepared my back, I imagined Jesus arms around me.
My Dr. came over to me, assured me that everything was going to be great, then asked me what my favorite music was. I said, ‘um.’ She told me to just give her a name of an artist and I was able to come up with Chris Tomlin.
Wesley walked in on 10,000 Reasons. And as he kept beat by tapping on my arm I was almost overwhelmed as I truly felt the holy spirit with us in the room.
More praise songs continued to play and all around me, I heard different Dr.’s and nurses singing along. I wanted to join in but couldn’t. It was truly amazing. Evelyn was born to this music and Wes and I cried as everyone else cheered her wailing and hollering.
They brought her over to me and then her and Wes left to go get checked out. As my cesarean was finished up I heard my Dr. say, ‘wow, I almost got weepy as this little one was born and we were listening to this music and it just felt like we were having church in the O.R!’
I was pretty darn sure that church had indeed just taken place.
A nurse came back in to excitedly report the Evelyn was 5 pounds 2 ounces and later in the recovery room, the Dr.’s told me that they were thrilled with her feistiness.
Evelyn came home with us three days later. We are so incredibly grateful to God for her safe arrival and health. For the wisdom of the doctors. For the support of the staff and all the knowledge and help I received from them. For the love and care shown to us. For the lactation consultant who wept and said, ‘oh isn’t this just wonderful! We’re listening to this music, praising Jesus and watching this little miracle!’
And we still are.