Monday, May 28, at 11:28 a.m. our 6th blessing, Elisabeth Rose arrived weighing 9 lb. 6 oz. and measuring 21 in. long.
Sunday morning at around 4 a.m., I started having mild but calculable contractions. I waited 30 minutes timing them before I woke Scott. We waited a little longer and decided to wake the kids at 5 a.m. to head to the hospital. I had started shivering from nerves. We live an hour away from the hospital and even though we might get sent home we wanted to make sure whether or not I was in labor. They kept me for one hour. It turned out that I was not in active labor at that point. I was 4 cm. dialated and my cervix had not effaced much. They sent me home. The kids were disappointed that we left without the baby being born.
Our being sent home turned out to be a blessing. We made it back to the church in time for Sunday School. I wasn't feeling very good but I was able to eat Fried Chicken for lunch. I was also able to take a 3 hour nap.
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We had our evening services and went home and got the kids to bed. I had a little trouble sleeping since I had slept 3 hours that afternoon. I took a shower since I feared that I wouldn't get one the next morning.
Monday morning active labor woke me up around 7 a.m. Since I was asleep, it really snuck up on me. I was glad that Scott was off for Memorial Day, otherwise he would have been on a school bus when the hard contractions hit. I laid there to make sure it was really contractions.
Then I told Scott about it. I was glad that the kids had awakened on their own. They didn't like being awakened at 5 a.m. on Sunday.
I called my parents to tell them this was it.
The kids ran to the car. I had to stop twice because of contractions as I left the house to get in the car. I was having to do controlled breathing as the contractions got stronger in the car. I wasn't wanting to worry the kids. During that one hour drive I was serenaded by our 4 year old Jonathan singing "Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?" at the top of his lungs. I thought it was cute. That was the first time I've ever been sung for on my way to the hospital.
I told Scott that this time he needed to drop me off at the door instead of parking first. When I got to the labor and delivery room, I told the nurse that these were the real contractions. She skipped the normal monitoring room and put me in a regular delivery room. Scott came in having situated the kids in the waiting room.
They measured me and told me that I was 8 cm. dialated and 100% effaced. The nurse told Scott that I was having "monster" contractions. They asked me what my pain level was on a scale of 1 to 10. I told them I may have been mistaken about the number I gave on Sunday. I told them 7 then. I told them I'd give it a 9 reserving 10 for the moment they tell me not to push because the doctor hadn't come. I didn't have to worry though. The doctor on duty came immediately. She broke my water. I didn't even realize she had. The doctor and nurse stepped out of the room and came right back. I told them I felt the baby low and they said I could push whenever I felt like it. When Scott said he could see hair I almost thought there was a mistake because our boys had hair and our girls were bald. But 3 hard pushes later, Elisabeth Rose was born. The last push is always the one I think I can't do.
I had prayed that the Lord would allow me to have a quick delivery without intervention. My mom arrived at the delivery room just after the baby had come. She told me that she prayed that God would allow me to have as easy of a delivery as she had had with my sister. I thought it was interesting that Elisabeth even weighed the same as my sister did at birth. I had friends on Facebook praying for me. I even had one dear friend checking up with me through text messages. I told her that my greatest desire was to have the baby before Wednesday, when I was scheduled to be induced. She told me that she would pray for me in that. All the prayers were really appreciated. Elisabeth was born at the perfect timing.
Psalm 7:17 I will praise the LORD according to his righteousness: and will sing praise to the name of the LORD most high.
Sunday morning at around 4 a.m., I started having mild but calculable contractions. I waited 30 minutes timing them before I woke Scott. We waited a little longer and decided to wake the kids at 5 a.m. to head to the hospital. I had started shivering from nerves. We live an hour away from the hospital and even though we might get sent home we wanted to make sure whether or not I was in labor. They kept me for one hour. It turned out that I was not in active labor at that point. I was 4 cm. dialated and my cervix had not effaced much. They sent me home. The kids were disappointed that we left without the baby being born.
Our being sent home turned out to be a blessing. We made it back to the church in time for Sunday School. I wasn't feeling very good but I was able to eat Fried Chicken for lunch. I was also able to take a 3 hour nap.
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We had our evening services and went home and got the kids to bed. I had a little trouble sleeping since I had slept 3 hours that afternoon. I took a shower since I feared that I wouldn't get one the next morning.
Monday morning active labor woke me up around 7 a.m. Since I was asleep, it really snuck up on me. I was glad that Scott was off for Memorial Day, otherwise he would have been on a school bus when the hard contractions hit. I laid there to make sure it was really contractions.
Then I told Scott about it. I was glad that the kids had awakened on their own. They didn't like being awakened at 5 a.m. on Sunday.
I called my parents to tell them this was it.
The kids ran to the car. I had to stop twice because of contractions as I left the house to get in the car. I was having to do controlled breathing as the contractions got stronger in the car. I wasn't wanting to worry the kids. During that one hour drive I was serenaded by our 4 year old Jonathan singing "Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?" at the top of his lungs. I thought it was cute. That was the first time I've ever been sung for on my way to the hospital.
I told Scott that this time he needed to drop me off at the door instead of parking first. When I got to the labor and delivery room, I told the nurse that these were the real contractions. She skipped the normal monitoring room and put me in a regular delivery room. Scott came in having situated the kids in the waiting room.
They measured me and told me that I was 8 cm. dialated and 100% effaced. The nurse told Scott that I was having "monster" contractions. They asked me what my pain level was on a scale of 1 to 10. I told them I may have been mistaken about the number I gave on Sunday. I told them 7 then. I told them I'd give it a 9 reserving 10 for the moment they tell me not to push because the doctor hadn't come. I didn't have to worry though. The doctor on duty came immediately. She broke my water. I didn't even realize she had. The doctor and nurse stepped out of the room and came right back. I told them I felt the baby low and they said I could push whenever I felt like it. When Scott said he could see hair I almost thought there was a mistake because our boys had hair and our girls were bald. But 3 hard pushes later, Elisabeth Rose was born. The last push is always the one I think I can't do.
I had prayed that the Lord would allow me to have a quick delivery without intervention. My mom arrived at the delivery room just after the baby had come. She told me that she prayed that God would allow me to have as easy of a delivery as she had had with my sister. I thought it was interesting that Elisabeth even weighed the same as my sister did at birth. I had friends on Facebook praying for me. I even had one dear friend checking up with me through text messages. I told her that my greatest desire was to have the baby before Wednesday, when I was scheduled to be induced. She told me that she would pray for me in that. All the prayers were really appreciated. Elisabeth was born at the perfect timing.
Psalm 7:17 I will praise the LORD according to his righteousness: and will sing praise to the name of the LORD most high.
awwww, Stacey, such a sweet and inspiring family you all have. I praise god for allowing me to know you and see How he continues to bless you all.
ReplyDeleteHey. What about my timing, I predicted the 31st. You should have them sing you to the hospital more often.
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