I suppose I better try and write this all down before I forget. When you combine grief with 2 big girls and a newborn, you might as well zap any memory I had left.
Isaac, your due date was July 13. On July 9th, Ruthie told me you would be born tomorrow. I've learned to trust her. Our incredible OB, who is such a gift to us, told me to call in the morning of the 10th to see if I could come in to break my water (I was already at 4cm and almost completely effaced) so we wouldn't have to worry about a rapid delivery and the possibility of you arriving in the car. I started praying on Thursday you would come on your own so we wouldn't have to decide. I also found out our pastors wife was working (L&D nurse) on Friday, another thing I had been praying for.
After you lose a child, you're faced with all sorts of new issues, one of the harder things is small talk. I knew how emotionally hard this was going to be anyways and I didn't want to have to go through the small talk with people who didn't know me, which usually goes something like, how many kids do you have, how old are they, etc. Its a layer of hurt I didn't want to add to this experience, having our Pastors wife as our L&D nurse eliminated that because she knew us and knew the emotion that would come with this.
Anyways, I called the hospital at 5am (which we had not been to since losing Ellie) and they were full. About the time I got off the phone the contractions started. I texted my doctor and told her they were full but I didn't think I could wait much longer. She immediately called me back and told me to come in, they had worked it out and there was a space for me. I decided to take a shower, probably not the best idea because of the speed at which everything intensified, but I did.
The girls were up and with my parents and we left about 7:30, Ruthie was so excited that she was right, it was Isaac's birthday! We left and the car ride was very intense. Joel was doing his best to get us there as fast as possible. Another gift was the pain of the contractions going into the hospital. Like I said, we hadn't been back since that horrible November day and going back was not something either of us was looking forward to. The pain was a welcome distraction.
We got there and got into our room and the anesthesiologist arrived pretty quickly. When we got there I was 6-7cm. After the epidural was in, things slowed down a little bit. Our doctor came in about 11am and broke my water. Pretty soon after that, it was time to push and Isaac was born shortly after 12pm after pushing for less than 10 minutes. It felt like an eternity and I think was the longest I've pushed with any of them. To those of you that push for hours, I salute you. That is no joke.
Answered prayers:
-you are here and healthy
-our favorite, amazing ob was working
-our pastors wife was working
-I went into labor on my own
-gigi and papa were here to take care of the big girls
-supernatural peace going back to the hospital
Here is a slew of pictures that I usually would put throughout the blog but I don't have the energy to right now. Isaac, you are so loved.