God spoke to me through someone who had been through so much more than I had. The thing that she told me that stuck with me the most was, "DON'T YOU DARE let circumstances like this happen in vain. Take this and become closer to the Lord because of it." That's exactly what I did. I picked myself up, poured over my Bible, prayed without ceasing, and God become my best friend. I still cried often. Years later, even now, I still do when I think about it. I would have never wanted these circumstances, but I wouldn't change that most intimate time with the Lord. It forever changed my life, and strengthened my faith. In the midst of one of the darkest times of my life, God performed a miracle in me.
When we were ready to try again, we saw a fertility doctor. A couple months later, we were expecting again. The doctor's office was our second home for a couple months. When all looked okay, we were able to go back to our regular OB. I had a great pregnancy. I LOVE being pregnant.
When I was 38 1/2 weeks, we had finally settled on a name. At exactly thirty nine weeks, I went into labor right after I woke up for the day. The pain wasn't so bad though. Mom came and hung out. We went to the hospital just to see what my progress was. I was three to four centimters. The nurse said they could admit me then, or I could go walk around for a while if I wanted. I decided to go eat mexican food (Yum-o!) and go shopping. Probably not the best idea, I know. Then I went home, straightened the house up, and did my nails. At about ten o'clock that night, I started hurting a bit more intensly. It was about that time that the hospital had called and said things were starting to get busy. So, if I wanted a room, I had better come on in (Thank the Lord for connections). So, we loaded up an went.
Here is what I looked like pregnant with this whopper. Can we say, "Giant?"
I think I was around 5 or more centimeters upon arrival to the hospital. Things were pretty uneventful until my water broke. I was standing in my room when a contraction hit. I could not move or speak. When I found words, I yelled for Matt to get someone to get me my epidural NOW. I always tell people that only Jesus himself felt more pain than that. After Matt helped me to the bed, he went and got someone. I had another one of those monster contractions, and told the anesthesia person that another was coming and to hurry so I wouldn't have to suffer through it. He said he would have to wait until that contraction was over, because he could not stick a needle in my back when I was tense. Are you kidding me!?! Ugh! Anyhow, I got my epidural, and was a very happy woman. I slept until the nurse came in to check my progress. She told me I was eight centimeters and that maybe in about an hour or so we could have our baby.
Five minutes later, I felt intense pressure. I told Matt to get someone because the baby was coming and could not wait. The nurse came to check things out, got a frightened look on her face, and called the desk to tell them to find the doctor because she couldn't leave the room. It took them what seemed like forever to find the doctor. I told them Camden would have to be born without one. Thankfully the doctor came in just in time to catch Camden. It wasn't even a whole push before that little man said hello to the world.
Silas was the first to come in and meet his baby brother. He kept telling everyone he was going to have a pink baby. Ha!
Camden Isaiah
9 pounds 1 ounce
22 inches long
Born at 6:20 A.M.
Looking down at my sweet newborn boy really made me think about not only what a miracle HE was, but every baby that is born perfectly healthy. I am amazed and somewhat obsessed with how God takes a speck sized fertilized egg and, in nine short months, turns it into a masterpiece. He makes a whole baby! Every organ is perfectly formed. Every body part is perfectly placed. To me, one of the biggest miracles is a newborn baby.
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