Elizabeth your birth story begins with your due date. I was originally told that you were to be born on the 23rd of December. What an exciting due date already, a Christmas baby. Later on, I went to confirm the due date as it felt like they were a little unsure when they first told me. I was then told December 25th, 2011, Christmas Day was to be your due date!
Not all people are joyous about Christmas day babies. Especially baby when they grow up and I have to admit I wasn’t too thrilled either at first. But then it really started to grow on me and I begin to anticipate your arrival even more.
As the weeks started to pass in December I was ready to meet you. I thought for sure you were going to be early and as the days passed by and you hadn’t arrived yet I started to doubt why the Lord had not brought you here to be with us. You see Elizabeth I wanted to have you at home. When I had your big sister Abigail mommy was in the hospital and hated every minute of it. Too many people in and out, monitor and IV’s hooked up to me. I didn’t have the comfort or freedom to move around and thus making Abigail’s birth a long and tiring one.
When I heard about home birth’s I knew that is what I wanted for us. For me to be able to move freely and really journey together peacefully. Your lack of arrival really tested my trust in the Lord and I couldn’t have asked for a better lesson to learn during the last week before you came.
I would have my days when I absolutely knew for certain that God was in control and He knew the exact time and day you’d arrive. But then I’d hit a low day when I was sore, tired and just wanted you to be here and if you didn’t arrive soon I’d have to go to the hospital.
Christmas passed and the days were coming to a close when I’d have to pack my bags and head for the hospital to be induced and my dreams of having us journey together at home were being crushed.
I tried everything to keep my mind off of things. Spending as much time with Abigail and Jon. Getting out of the house and watching movies. It was the Nativity Story that reminded me to listen to the still small voice of the Lord. To trust in Him. Trust that He knows me and you more than I could ever. And no matter the outcome it was in His plan all along.
Which takes us to the night before your arrival, New Year’s Eve. I was lying in bed and having one of those low days and not being able to sleep when two promises from God’s word came to me. The first was Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plan I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.” And the other one was proverbs 3:5-6, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do and He will make your paths straight.” These promises reminded me of the sovereignty of our Lord. That He is all powerful and all knowing. Not only that but He loves me and loves you. He is not a God of hate or hurt but one of hope and trust.
The next morning around 7:00 am I woke to really strong contractions. They felt a little similar to ones that I had been having the last few weeks so I didn’t want to look too much into them and get my hopes up. After my 4th contraction, I told your father about them. He had said that he was hearing me and would start to time them. For a while, my contractions would be regular for almost an hour but then would die off and space out. I was so unsure of what to do that it was getting frustrating. I was anxious and excited all at the same time, wondering if this was the day that we were finally going to be able to hold you.
Your father kept saying to me, “Just wait for a few more contractions then we’ll call the midwives.” But finally I was like, “No Jon I’m calling, I just have to know.” So mommy called and within 20 minutes the midwife that I was hoping to deliver you was here and checking to see if this was it. I was 6cm dilated! “Thank you Jesus!” is what mommy said when I heard those words. This was it! God had answered my prayers and we were about to journey together at home!
Your father worked like a madman getting the pots full of water and filling the pool. Your big sister was off to Nana’s and Papa’s for the night and the two other midwives plus the photographer had arrived.
I couldn’t stop myself from crying from time to time. I was so happy that this was the day. That at any hour I was about to meet you, hold you, take in your smell and feel your skin on mine.
The midwives told me that if they were to break my water then things would progress really fast and I could be pushing really soon. I declined the first time but I was getting impatient and asked for them to do it. After my water broke things got really intense! My contractions were full force and I started getting the urge to push. I still had 2 more centimeters to dilate before I could push so I concentrated and within 2 contractions I was able to start pushing.
Your dad got into the tub to help support me. It was amazing having him help me like that and being able to journey with us now through the last leg. Ten minutes later at 7:50 pm you made your way into the world and I saw you float gently into the water and the midwives scooped you up and onto my chest. I could not stop myself from crying then. You were here! “I’ve been waiting for you,” I whispered in your ear. Your skin felt beautiful against mine, like silk. Your father started to cry as well. We were both overjoyed that you were here and our family was one more step to becoming complete.
Elizabeth, you are now almost 2 weeks old and are just beautiful. You have a full head of dark hair with golden highlights that I cannot stop touching and starring at. You are opening your eyes more now and I try to exam the color but cannot quite put my finger on the color of them. Dad thinks they are a dark green color. You love to be held and sometimes that can make nights a little long. You are a great eater and are starting to have more awake time. It’s hard not to think about the milestones that you are going to be accomplishing soon but I want to try and soak up every minute of the stage you are at now. Soon we will be planning your 2nd birthday party just like your big sister Abigail.
Time goes so fast my darling. I want to be drenched in the time now with you, with Abigail and with your father.