Stories Of My Life

I am not so big on sharing private stories in my personal life, I always felt like it was something for other people to just be nosy about, that it was not any of their business, but  at the same time it just depends on the story, and whether I want to share, etc.  With that said……..

With my 4th baby, it really starts a month before he was born.  Last month, we had the inside of our house renovated.  During that time, my attitude, due to being close to having my baby, and hormones raging, began to change from that of having energy to that of being grouchy and tired all the time.  Not to mention, being very uncomfortable.  It is, however, all worth it.  If it was not, I would not have 4 children, currently, and planning more.  Anyway, a couple weeks after the renovations were completed, we had our church mission team go to South Africa for a week, and my husband’s high school reunion.  The week our mission team left, I was ancy because my doctor was out of town, and I did not want to have a stranger deliver me.  Well, nothing happened, for which I was thankful.  The following week, at my prenatal, my doctor reassured me he was on stand-by for me, and gave me “permission” to go into labor the coming week.  That following Saturday, we went to my husband’s reunion I mentioned earlier, and I had told him several times earlier in the day that if he and his friend jinxed me, like they were talking the previous Sunday, and my water broke while we were there, I would slap the both of them.  Needless to say, they survived the possibility of being slapped…my water did not break.  However, later that night at home, I began to feel sick.  When I went to the bathroom, and puked, my water broke…at 2:00 a.m.  At about 3:00 a.m., because my contractions were very close together, we left for the hospital, to which we got to about 30-45 minutes later.  Since this was my first baby after my miscarriage last year, I was scared that something bad was going to happen, even with having faith and a sense of peace come over me that nothing would.  My labor with baby #4 had similarities, and non similarities to that of his 3 older siblings.  With baby #1, I was screaming to get him out,  With #2, I had some complications, and almost gave up pushing.  With #3,  I pushed 3-4 times and had back labor.  Back to #4…just like with #1, I screamed to get him out, plus I was saying mean things to my husband, which I had never done before (ie.  “Shut up!”, “Do not tell me that!” {not to push}, etc.).  Unlike with #2, I had no complications, and like #3, I had back labor that traveled around to my hips/vagina area, and pushed very few times (2-3 times).  I really thought that my doctor was going to miss the delivery because I wanted to push so bad, but the nurses were telling me “No.”, and to breathe through them.  That….was very hard to do.  No worries though, I made it through them, and my doctor delivered my 3rd little boy at 12:22 p.m., after nearly 10.5 hours of labor, in room # 5, the same room his big sister was born in.  He is very healthy.

I am now expecting Baby “#5” (I miscarried in May of 2012), and we are very excited…IT IS A GIRL!!!!!!

I realize more and more that I am totally blessed “More Than I Deserve”, and I am truly grateful to the Lord for blessing me and my entire family.

“Lord, Once again…THANK YOU!”

Surprise, Surprise!!

My due date was September 19nth.  My baby girl came on August 16nth…her big brother’s birthday.

I started bleeding Friday due to losing my plug, and was hurting.  We went in…they said I was 2 centimeters, 50% effaced, and was told they were just bad braxton hicks. I went home, but had horrible scream wrenching pain Saturday morning. Neither my husband nor I realized I was in labor due to being told the above information the previous night.  A shower and bath did not help at all, and due to the pain, I was literally wanting an epidural, which would not have been able to get because I was not in labor….or so we thought.  I started to go get ready to go back to hospital….my water broke. I then felt like I had to go #2, but didn’t realize my baby was starting to come until I felt her head. My body took over, and I personally, did nothing. My body pushed once…hubby delivered at home, but it was not planned!!  LOL!!! All within 3-5 min of water breaking.  The ambulance came, but due to my hospital rejecting me, we were transferred to Otto Kaiser Memorial, and then to Methodist.  Otto Kaiser was not, and is not, equipped for situations such as this one.  They said that it was medically necessary to airlift our daughter to the other hospital because her sugar level was low due to not latching on right after birth.  However, when the team got there, they informed us that if they had known we wanted to ride with her, they could have come by ground.  That frustrated us to no end!!

At Methodist, the most frustrating part was that we were receiving mixed stories on when we would get to go home.  However, with each step, God was there, and we totally saw his hand at work in everything.  From the car seat test to taking over the feedings to finally coming home within a week of being born.

All the praise and glory goes to God, and we get the joy!

With Baby #6, because of our fear of having another unexpected home delivery, I was induced 6 days before my due date.  At about 5 pm or so (I would have to look up the time he was born, our 4th son was born in Room #3.

With Baby #7...also a boy, he tried to come early...at 32 weeks to be exact.  My doctors got the contractions stopped, but it wasn't until after he was born that we discovered as to why I was bleeding.  Apparently, instead of being in the center of my placenta, his umbilical cord was on the edge.  So, every time he would move, the cord was pulled, and I would then bleed.  The first doctor I had after I was transferred to another hospital, declined to give me medical treatment for the headache I had.  So when I finally did get something to help with the tremendous pain I was in from the covering doctor, I had a huge dizzy spell because they gave it to me at a speedy rate.  I changed doctors due to "medical negligence".  Fast forward to 4 weeks later.  I did make it to 36 weeks and was able to deliver my son with my ob/gyn of 6 going on 7 years.  15 hours and 15 minutes later, along with an epidural, baby was born.

Than you, Lord, that hat he was healthy and had no immature lungs.