No, the truth of the matter is that the whole experience
exceeded my expectations in every way possible.
Not because it was easy – because heaven
knows that would be the greatest lie in the history of man. But because it was the most miraculous thing
I’ve ever experienced.
It’s hard to explain, but something about giving birth
changed me. I will never be the same
person ever again. I’m sure you moms and
dads out there know exactly what I’m talking about. Heaven feels as though you could reach out
and touch it. And then you hold your
baby for the first time and you know that’s exactly what’s happening.
But I guess I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Let me back up a little.
Once I’d passed my due date, I began to give up all hope
that I’d go into labor naturally. I’d
just resigned myself to the fact that I would be induced on February 28th. Of course, I let the smallest part of myself
hope that my body would just do its thing, but I wasn’t counting on it.
On Tuesday, February 26th, I woke up to some
light bleeding. My heart started beating
a little faster. This was new and
different. I felt like my body hadn’t
been doing anything new and different for weeks now. I called Tim immediately and excitedly told
him the news. It took him about five
seconds to decide to come home – just in case.
But once he got home, we called the hospital and asked for their
opinion. They said that as long as I
wasn’t having any contractions, we would just have to wait.
Of course, we
thought. It probably didn’t mean much
after all. Tim drove back to work and I
continued to hobble around the house, trying to get some laundry done. When Tim got home again that night, we
decided to go out to eat, since we figured we probably wouldn’t get the chance
again soon. I purposely chose something spicy, choosing to
superstitiously invest in the oldest of wives tales.
Since the sidewalks were still covered in ice, we went to
the local market to walk around a bit in the hopes that it would somehow bring
on contractions. Still I felt no
different. On the drive home, I felt my
stomach tighten and then harden.
Huh, maybe that was a
contraction, I thought.
By the time we got home, I was certain I was having sporadic
contractions. But there was only one
problem: they didn’t hurt. And I was
certain that was some sort of requirement for this whole labor thing. We watched an
episode of Bones and then got ready
for bed. As we sat on our bed and
started our scripture study, I felt the first true labor pain. It felt like a period cramp on steroids, with
a few jagged knives to dice up my insides as a bonus.
By the second painful contraction fifteen minutes later, Tim
was already asleep. Over the next few
hours, my contractions became closer together and more painful. I closed my eyes tightly with each one,
trying to block out the pain. But there
was no blocking it out. No breathing
technique or visualization worked for me.
I turned on Psych, which
helped to prevent anxiety about future contractions but did nothing during the
contractions themselves. I decided to
try walking around, which did nothing but make me want to curl up on the floor
in a fetal position.
My movements woke Tim up around 3:30am. He asked how far apart my contractions were. I told him they were anywhere between six
and eight minutes apart.
“Ok. I think it’s
time to get up and get ready to go.”
The thought both terrified and excited me. But I knew he was right.
We showered and got ready.
Figuring since I was awake anyway and had some time, I even did my hair
and make-up in between contractions. It
proved to be a pretty good distraction. Meanwhile,
Tim packed up some last minute things that we’d need for the hospital. I’d stopped timing my contractions regularly,
and by the time I started again, I was alarmed to realize that they were only
three minutes apart most of the time.
“We need to go,” I told Tim urgently.
“Ok. Do you want a
blessing?”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Tim placed his hands
on my head. Through the power of the
Lord, he promised me that my labor and delivery would go smoothly. And then he told me that we would feel the
power of Heaven in our little hospital room as our precious daughter was born. That promise echoed throughout my entire
being, and I knew without a doubt that it would be true.
When the blessing was finished, we grabbed our bags and
headed out to the car. Another painful
contraction hit as we were almost to the car, and I stopped in my tracks for a
minute and closed my eyes once again.
The pain subsided somewhat, we got in the car and headed toward the
hospital. A few minutes into the drive,
I noticed that I hadn’t had a contraction in awhile. I mentioned it to Tim.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if your contractions stopped right
now?”
I gave him a horrified look.
“I was just kidding, Babe!” he assured me.
But the closer we got to the hospital, the more I
worried. Before I knew it, fifteen
minutes had passed and we were pulling up into the hospital parking lot.
