Sunday, December 2, 2012

Timing is Everything


In March 2012, I drove my husband to the airport to say goodbye. He was leaving to Alaska where he was being sent on orders from the US Army for a permanent change of duty station. We had been at Fort Lewis, WA for 9 years. Though he had been deployed 3 times from that duty station, but he had always come back and our family had stayed there. I cried as I drove him to the airport thinking “How can I do this alone?” We had 4 children ranging from ages 9 years down to 3 months old. We had tried to leave together as a family, but had been delayed in our processing and paperwork with the military and so our family had not been approved to travel with my husband. That night as I prayed and cried to Heavenly Father for the strength to face the unknown. I was led to the scripture found in Deuteronomy 1:21. It reads: “…The Lord God of thy fathers hath said unto thee; fear not, neither be discouraged.” As I searched the scriptures further I turned to Joshua 1:5: So I will be with thee; I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.” Verse 9: Be strong and be of good courage, be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed, for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.” I felt the Lord was speaking directly to me. Telling me that though I didn’t know the future or how thing would turn out, I did know that has was aware of me and that he would be with me. Two days later when my Husband signed into his new unit he was told that he would be deploying the next month. This would mark the 4th deployment during his career, but it was only for 6 months this time and not to a dangerous area. I felt a bit of relief knowing that we would be staying home where we had the support of close family, friends, and church members, instead of moving to an unknown area and being left alone while he deployed.

The children finished up the school year and I put our house on the market to sell. It was a lot of stress dealing with constant showings and keeping the house show quality clean with 4 young children to care for. One night I was feeling particularly worn out and prayed to Heavenly Father for strength. The next day I received a knock at the door. My Relief Society President stood there with flowers and chocolates. She said “I had a dream about you last night. In the dream you were holding a long list of things you had to do. At the bottom of that list it said I am lonely. Then you snatched the list up and said you weren’t suppose to see that, that is only for me.” She came in and visited for a while. When she left, she hadn’t solved any of my problems, or made my burdens any less, but what she had done is let me know that Heavenly Father heard my prayer and that he knew the feelings in my heart. As time went on I would see family after family in my ward receive orders to change duty stations and everything would work out perfectly and they would all leave together as a family. It was hard not to feel discouraged by it. Our house was also not selling and I was weary from having to up keep, fix up and clean it constantly. I would say Heavenly Father “PLEASE…I can’t do this much longer.” Then he would say: “not yet.” Then he would bouy me up and help me to keep going.

One summer day, we volunteered to watch a puppy for a friend for a few hours one day. I walked with the children and the puppy to a local park and we played there for a couple of hours. When it was time to walk back home, I loaded the youngest two in the double stroller and the dog was resistant to come because she was hot and tired. I picked her up and put her on my 3 year old son’s lap. He held her happily. As we were heading up a big hill the dog suddenly jumped off my son’s lap and landed too close to the front wheel and hurt her leg. She yelped and limped away. I was so worried that the puppy’s leg had been badly injured. I scooped her up and put her back on my son’s lap. My oldest son said “Mom, I know what we should do…we should say a prayer for Heavenly Father to heal the puppy’s leg.” I said “that is a great idea!” He prayed for the puppy and as soon as we reached the top of the hill the puppy jumped down and was just fine. My oldest son smiled and said “Heavenly Father healed the dog! Now we need to say a prayer to thank him.” I said “that is a great idea let’s do that!” As we finished the prayer and rounded the corner to go home my oldest son said “Mom Heavenly Father really can do anything!” I said “yes he can…he can do all things.” Here was my 9 year old son demonstrating such great faith. Where was my faith that our lives were being properly cared for by that same Father that “could do all things”?

In September, our orders and paperwork were finally approved to travel. Things started falling into place almost faster than I was prepared for. We had tickets to fly to Alaska the last day in September and though our house did not sell we were able to find good renters. About 10 days after arriving to Alaska, my Husband returned from his deployment, our household goods arrived the next morning and he was home to help unpack and get settled in. As I look back I am so grateful for how things worked out. Sometimes we think that if things don’t work out the way we want, that we are doing something wrong, that maybe the Lord doesn’t love as much as one of his other children. In this case I learned that it is all about timing. He has a plan for each of us. He knows our needs. He hears and answers our prayers. We need to have faith and trust that he ever mindful of us and our needs. We also need to remain faithful to him to be worthy to receive the blessings he has in store for us as we pass through the trials that are put before us. I am grateful for my trials and for the things I learn from them. I am thankful for the Lord’s timing.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Emily's Birth Story

I felt much like an overstuffed turkey when came to the end of the pregnancy with my last baby. This was #4 for me, my body hurt and I was just ready to be done. I was one day passed my due date, I had been having sharp pains up and down my tummy muscles all day, but no regular contractions. To get my mind off when baby was going to come I rented a video and started watching it about 9 pm. My husband went to bed because he had to get up early in the morning to do a 24 hour shift. Part way through the movie my contractions became very sharp. About midnight I decided I should get some sleep while I had a chance. About 2:30 am I woke up shaking and having to breath through contractions. I figured there was no point in waking anyone up, I had done this 3 times before and would wait till the very last moment to get my Husband and Mom out of bed. My mother in law lives an hour south and so I did need to give her a little more time to get up here before we went to the hospital. I went in the front room and sat on my ball and breathed through contractions. When I was having a contraction I would think "This is definitely it. I am in LABOR!!!" Between contractions I was thinking maybe this isn't, maybe I shouldn't wake anyone up. At about 3:30 I called my mother in law and told her just to be safe she should come up. Then I hopped in the shower and waited for her to get here. At 5 am I woke up my mom and husband and told them this was it. We headed over to the hospital and they checked me I was at a 6! My other labors, I was always under 4 so they would make me walk to get the labor going stronger. NOT this time! When the nurse came in to see me, I had a real strong contraction and just breathed through it and she complimented me on being so calm and using my breathing she said a lot of women don't do that these days.


We got a room and when I saw the little bed where Emily would be examined after birth, I started crying. "She is FINALLY going to be here!" The midwife came in and said because I was group b positive this time she wasn't allowed to break my water until I had been on iv antibiotics for at least 4 hours. So she gave me the option of laboring in the tub during that time. I had always wanted to try a water birth, but the hospital wouldn't allow it. I got in the water and my contractions completely stopped. So I took a 20 minute "nap" in there. I decided that as good as it felt, I had better get out and get my labor up and running again so Emily could be born. This was such a different labor for me, my contractions never got regular, so I would get breaks in between really hard contractions. My other 3 labors my contractions were super hard and they were 3 minutes apart the entire time. This time I was hungry and wanted to eat. So I ate popsicles, jello, and drank juice. My other 3 labors I puked through the whole thing and wanted nothing to do with food.


 
My husband slept away on the chair while I labored.  He also ran errands like going to get my mom and his mom food. Secretly, he hates being there. I think it is because he can't stand seeing me in that kind of pain and not being able to do anything about it. This was my 4th natural delivery. I am a silent laborer. I don't scream, I don't yell at everyone I just try and concentrate on my breathing. My midwife kept saying "you are a text book laborer."

 Finally the 4 hours had passed and they gave me my second dose of iv antibiotics and broke my water. It got crazy hard after that. I was not breathing through contractions anymore. I was puffing, huffing, blowing & clinging to the sheets of the bed. I remember thinking I can't do this, but at that point you don't really have a choice.

I asked if I could push because it gets to the point where it feels better to push than to breathe through the contractions. She checked me and said well you aren't quite a 10 so I don't think you should. Then she walked out of the room and I said "forget you I am pushing anyway!" I pushed through a few contractions without their knowledge and then 5 minutes later I said I could feel the urge to push. She came in and got things ready and I pushed for all I was worth. My other 3 labors I pushed FOREVER. My oldest I pushed for 3 1/2 hours. My second 1 1/2 hours. My third 2 1/2 hours. The first and third babies were posterior babies. They are harder to push out because they get stuck. We didn't know if Emily was going to be posterior or not. My husband was standing at my head fanning me because I was hotter than hell. His mom was standing by him holding my leg. She was saying "You're doing such good work. Your baby is coming down." He got mad and said "no it's not you guys always say that and she pushes forever!" Then I asked him to come hold my other leg and he looked down and said "oh, there's the top of the baby's head." The midwife said she IS posterior and she reached in and tried turning her head. OUCH! Then Emily turned her head right back. I pushed and got her head out and then her shoulders got stuck. Again midwife reached in and freed her shoulders...OUCH! Then she was out. I pushed for 20 minutes total start to finish. HALLELUJAH!!! BEST LABOR and DELIVERY EVER for me!



She was born at 2:50 in the afternoon. I was completely wiped out, but so happy to have my sweet baby to hold finally! She was my smallest in weight 7 lbs. 12 oz., but my longest at 21 1/2 inches. I was 40 weeks and 2 days when she was born. My last three babies have been 40 weeks and 2 days. I guess that is my normal gestation period. She has been a joy since day one. She started sleeping through the night at 2 months old and she is very patient which is exactly what I need doing this by myself with 3 other kids to take care of. Thank goodness for my sweet angel baby.