Hello all, I told you I would be writing about my labor and delivery.. this is it! I’ll actually be writing about my pregnancy and labor and delivery!
“What” a journey, but a great testimony!
January 2019 we found out I was pregnant 5 weeks to be exact! Everything was going well life was still fine and then things turned around suddenly. I remember going into prayer one night, and afterward deciding I would do a 7 day fast. I wasn’t planning on the fast being all day.. only just for a few hours each day. It wasn’t going to be anything new because I fasted often with my first two pregnancies. So, I began the fast and just a few days into this fast I begin to find myself becoming sick which then turned into severe dehydration. I do want to make it clear that I am not saying because I anticipated on fasting that it caused me to be dehydrated. What I am saying though … is in the ongoing process I began to experience the dehydration. This pregnancy caused me to experience three full months of morning sickness. I had never in my life experienced a feeling like it before.
While going through being sick I began to go through isolation. I started to shut down. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to be around anyone, and I surely didn’t want anyone to know that I was pregnant. The main person that I spoke to was my mom, and barely my husband. (Months before it had been spoken to me that it was seen in a dream that family was at my home but I was in my bathroom at my former home and I had my hands over my face and didn’t want to talk to anyone). When it was spoken to me, I didn’t know any of it would take place in this way but it did, and I couldn’t understand all that was happening and was trying to grasp life at this point. Going through all of the morning sickness caused me to feel as if I was going to die, I was even dealing with the pregnancy smell (if you know what that is), going to the hospital for dehydration about four times just to be sent back home, I couldn’t eat much, and all types of smells made me vomit. I lost over 26 pounds. This pregnancy was by far the most “EXPERIENCED”.
I missed several days of work, was at least 45 minutes late every day, and I had many days I didn’t feel like doing much at all. When it came to house work I would wash a few loads of clothes then leave some in the washer over night. The experience was so long! After three months things began to get better, I still had days that I felt nauseated and sick. My husband was doing what he could with our first two sons, and he would cook dinner and give baths every night. I would occasionally give my children their baths, read to them , and put them in bed but I barely had much strength. Gatorade, and water were my friends. After the third month things began to get better “Slowly but surely”.
During these months I had several different ultrasounds. I was also told by many different family and friends that I would probably have a “girl”. We were hoping for one! The day came that our gender ultrasound came, and I was by myself because my husband had to work. The sonographer began to do the ultrasound, and as she was looking around and she saw what we were having she just said “well we know it’s a boy because he’s showing”. I didn’t know how to feel, she asked if I was excited… all I could say was “I guess”. This pregnancy took me awhile to adjust to , I mean a really long time. Every pregnancy was shown to me in dreams many months in advance, and of course I would share them with my husband but never really grasp the …. (not many days) part in our case (months to a year later). I believe this really took a mental toil because I had just finished a training called Guardian Ad Litem, where I would get the opportunity to advocate for children, just enrolled in graduate school that January (which was a process), and I was really trying to keep myself motivated period. It was also very unexpected but none the less I’m grateful. Even though I was experiencing life and pregnancy I never ceased to keep prayer out of my circumstance.
In the midst of finding out we were also transitioning in a lot of ways. Changing churches, moving to a new city and packing for that, dealing with our Kindergarten acting up in school, and I was just getting to a point where I was beginning to tell people that I was pregnant.
It took us awhile to figure out a set name but our thanks goes to one of our dear sisters in Christ. Through several doctors appointment they would monitor his heart rates and movements.. O speaking of that, that’s one concern I had during the experience he wasn’t as active, he had periods where he moved a lot and periods when he barely moved at all, so that’s where the monitoring came in. I had a lot of concerns this time and it was like I never experienced being pregnant before. At each doctors appointment baby was monitored, and my very last appointment September 4th, 2019 monitoring took a little longer, my midwife would come in every few minutes to check the chart, and then she suggested I drink a little water to see if his movement would change, she asked if I had eaten, and she said after a few more times it would probably be best if I went to the hospital for further monitoring. Before the final decision was made she went to talk to the doctor over her. Then she came back in the room told me to go get some lunch and then head straight over to the hospital. After I left I called my husband told him what was going on and then had to do a few more things before I actually got to the hospital.
When we got there Elijah and I, we parked and then had trouble finding the entrance. I had to ask about two people. We got inside, got my name tag, set in the lobby for a few minutes then was escorted to the room where I was going to be monitored. I changed into the gown was hooked up the the monitors, was asked several questions, got an ultrasound by the midwife there and then the doctor came in…..
TO BE CONTINUED
Momof3Kings 