I am so grateful to God. My induction experience wasn't an all around bad one. I had some great nurses. The nurse I remember most is Isabela. She was so nice and helped me along to the end. She ended up delivering my little guy because the doctor didn't make it in time! Let me start from the beginning. I went in at 9pm to start the induction process. They decided to start me off with cervadil. This medication is meant to "soften" the cervix and make it ready for dilation. It isn't supposed to cause contractions but for me it did. I'm assuming that it's because of the dilation of the cervix. Anyway, I was having contractions on and off during the cervadil process. They leave the cervadil in place for 12 hours. At the end of the 12 hours a really nice midwife came to check me and told me I was 2-3 centimeters dilated! YAY!! I got to go over to a labor and delivery room at this point and would stay there until the baby came. When I got to the labor and delivery room they started pitocin to help make my contractions stronger. Pitocin is a synthetic drug that is supposed to mimic a chemical your body usually produces naturally during labor but because I wasn't having consistently strong contractions they had to give me pitocin. I thought the pitocin was making my contractions weaker because I wasn't having any painful contractions. I was a little frustrated at this point and around 3pm the nurse checked me and told me I was still the same. Only 2-3 centimeters. I was devistated. I just knew that I would be in the hospital for a long time now because my cervix wasn't dilating. I was so bummed. I asked the nurse if she thought breaking my water would help things along and she said she would ask the midwife to come check me and make that decision. At around 4pm the really nice midwife came in to check me. I was now 5 centimeters! YAY!! And as she was checking me my water broke on its own. Double YAY!! So, we were on our way. My nurse asked if I wanted the epidural and I declined because I still wasn't feeling bad contractions. Even at 5 centimeters. I labored along for about a half hour still feeling the same and then......everything changed. All of a sudden my contractions felt like pure lightening shoothing through my lower abdomen. I asked my hubby to call our nurse for the epidural and she came in to start the setup but the anesthesiologist had to administer it. So I continued to labor with lightening contractions for about 15 min. Oh my, the pain was insane! I think my hubby is now deaf in his right ear. I held on as best I could withough screaming but that didn't last long. My nurse came in with a sad look on her face to tell me that the anesthesiologist was called in to an emergency c-section, which takes priority over regular laboring mothers. I was sad but there was nothing I could do. She checked me again and told me I was at 8 centimeters. As she was checking me another nurse was getting a narcotic ready for my IV to at least take the edge off of the contractions. I literally could not catch my breath because the contractions were so close together and so painful. The narcotic never made it into my IV because all I could do was push. I had to, I think I pushed at 8 centimeters because I just had to. The urge was too strong to resist. I thought the contractions were rough but pushing without an epidural was pure fire! At least that's what it felt like. My nurse Isabela ended up delivering the baby because the doctor didn't make it into the room in time. They didn't have time to break down the bed, nothing. I deliverd my son all natural. I never intended on doing a natural delivery but that's how it happened. That was the way the Lord wanted it to go and there was no changing it. It was the most painful experience of my life and I really am relieved it's over now. I have a 9 pound 2 ounce son to show for all of that hard work. He came into this world at 5:42 pm on May 15th. Measuring 20 3/4" long. I feel so blessed. I am so grateful to God for getting me through that experience. My husband was putting it into perspective a little for me today. He asked me "Do you think Hell is more or less painful than child birth?" I said "Of course Hell is MORE painful." And then he said "Aren't you glad you're not going to Hell then?" All I could do was nod my head. I thought of the intense pain of child birth and just the thought of Hell made me think that maybe child birth wasn't so bad. I'm grateful to know that my Savior and Lord is Jesus Christ and instead of induring the pain of Hell for eternity, I get to enjoy the beauty of Heaven with my Savior for eternity. Wow, child birth really isn't so bad. I am so grateful God continues to show Himself to me in every situation. I love my new little man. He's such blessing to our family already. Even only at 2 days old. We are so happy to have this family and I am just in awe of these children. I am so grateful for this legacy that will be left after I am long gone. I am reminded of just how important my responsibility is to raise my children the way the Lord requires me to. I think of the verses in Deuteronomy 6:4-9 4 “Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God, the LORD is one![b] 5 You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength. 6 “And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. 7 You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. 8 You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. 9 You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.
I pray that I can take the command seriously every day of my children's lives. I may not work outside of the home but my job inside of the home is one that requires the most from me of any job I have ever had. And I am so grateful to God that He has given me that ability to step into this job with no reservations. Not in my own strength but with the Lord guiding my every footstep. I would make a mess of my children's lives on my own. It is ONLY because of the Lord that I can give them what they need . I'm not asking for Ivy League scholars, all I want for my kids is to know the Lord and to have a relationship with Him for themselves. If they never learn to read but have a solid relationship with God then I will be grateful. I pray that the Lord will continue to guide my every step so I can help guide them to Him. I pray this everyday.
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