Dear David...{Your Birth Story: Letter 4}

I've started a series of letters to my little baby boy, that hopefully one day he will get to read and (hopefully) be inspired by (if not embarrassed by)

DEAR DAVID...

I've been thinking lately how I needed to document the day you were born to share with you someday. You see, there were lots of things going on that day that really threw your 'rents for a loop. Mommy thought you were coming around Wednesday because she felt lots of aches and pains BUT you had other ideas! Instead, you arrived into this world on April 27th 2012 @ 8:43pm...that was Friday night, by the way :)

Daddy and I talked a lot about how we wanted things to go in the delivery room. One thing I loved was Daddy played some nice, soothing water/nature music while we waited. It was like I was in a spa! (one that plugged you into monitors and had you wear a backless robe.) Once mommy had some medicine to help with the pain, she felt like she was in Heaven.

  

Unfortunately, the medicine made the contractions slow down, which meant that we may have to wait even longer! Oh no! They decided to break my water, thinking that would help things a bit and gave me a different medicine. For some reason, your little heart rate started dropping and the doctors kinda got scared...and of course, so did Daddy & Mommy...

Nana, Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie Sarah, Uncle Steve, Cousin Brooky & Levi were in the waiting room, wanting to know what was the next step. We all knew that we needed to pray for you and Mommy. The doctor wanted to do a C-section but that was not what Daddy & Mommy wanted! You were so close, the nurse said! Surgery would be sad to do...

Pastor showed up and laid his hand on Mommy's head. Grandpa came in and prayed with Daddy, as he held my hand. Everyone else in the waiting room stood and held hands in prayer. We came together, in Jesus' Name! We knew that He was watching and that He could take care of everything! Guess what? Yup, He did just that! Right after our prayers went up, the nurses changed shifts and we were blessed with a new nurse.

She was amazing! Daddy and Mommy call her our angel! She talked to the doctor and came into the room, preparing your little warm bed for when I delivered you. She got all the equipment ready, and flashed us a big comforting smile :)
She did so much work to make sure that you were delivered the natural way, and not by surgery.
God is so good, David! Remember my other letter about how prayer works? This is another example!

45 minutes after the nurse told me to push, you blessed us with your beautiful presence, which of course made Daddy & Mommy SO happy that we cried with joy...

You were born 6lbs 4oz and 19.75in! Everyone could not wait to hold you and give you kisses. You had lots of people with lots of love in their hearts for you, my David boy. Praise the Lord! You truly were a miracle!

 
Love Always,

Mom

Hello Emotions, meet Postpartum

I was wondering what was going to write about today and then it hit me...a flood of emotions, that is.
Ugh.

Don't you just wish sometimes you had an off button? I mean, I know most of our husbands do {well I'm sure mine does anyway, and I don't blame him!} but REALLY?! I'm happy-go-lucky one minute, then stinkin' evil-selfish-bratface the next! {If that was a super hero name, I'd totally be it. Not sure what my powers may be though...somewhere along the lines of crying because the house is a mess and public humiliation for my family...}

I was SO in denial when the doctor had warned, while pregnant with David, that after birth I could experience some serious depression and emotions. Who, this girl? *insert two thumbs here* pshhhh.
Yeah well, guess what? That stuff is NO joke!! I'm already an emotional person {duh female} but depression? me? No way, I had thought. I never really was depressed a day in my life! {aka 28 years} I tried to be positive, upbeat and happy!

Lately though the emotional roller coaster seems to have gone from medium to flippin' insane in 0.5 seconds. I know it "will pass" but man, when you are in this heavy tornado of tears and meltdowns, you can't help but feel so lonely like you are the only person that has EVER felt this way. Why do we think that??! I mean, right?! How many women in history have gone through things, and for whatever reason, we always think (because it's happening to innocent us) that we are the only ones that have experienced something haha
I am so glad to know that Jesus understands what I'm going through. No, not because He was pregnant and had postpartum...even worse, He died on the cross and suffered shame! Christ felt emotions too; loneliness, despair, maybe even defeat at times...but you know what? He prevailed!! There was victory!!

So today, as I'm sitting here debating about whether I should cry or laugh, Jesus is also here by my side, saying:

"Daughter, my heart was heavy once too. I can feel what you feel; see what you see. Just hold on and take things slow. Hold my hand, because I'm not going anywhere. When you feel alone, remember my Voice and be soothed. When you feel overwhelmed, remember I carried the cross and died to lift off those burdens. When you are sad, troubled, confused, emotionally drained...remember with me, you shall never be faint or weary, as long as you run under my wings! I love you and will never let you go!"

Man, we serve an awesome God!!

Don't forget to thank Him today

{even if you are a evil-selfish-bratface}