22/11/2024
As labor grew more intense and I longed for relief, I decided it was finally time to get into the birthing pool. Earlier in the process, my husband had lovingly discouraged me from getting in, reminding me that when I feel relaxed labor usually stalls. Looking back, Iām so grateful I listened. Getting in too soon might have slowed things down, and that wasnāt what I wanted. As intense as things were, I found myself wishing everything would slow downābut not really. Deep down, I wanted things to move quickly so I could meet my baby as soon as possible. In the midst of it all, I felt so grateful knowing my prayers were being answered in real time.
When I finally reached what felt like my breaking point (though I know now it was just transition speaking), everyone agreed it was time. The hot water felt glorious as I sank in, like being wrapped in a big, hot hug. It didnāt take the pain away, but it brought a sense of comfort that helped me press on. I remember asking for the water to be hotter, and my husband boiled water in our biggest pot to pour in.
I was only in the pool for about 20 minutes, but so much happened in that short time. In my specific prayers for this birth, I had asked God not to have a water birthāI wanted to deliver on or near my bed. As I labored in the water, I began to lose my mucus plug, and shortly after, my water broke. We couldnāt see it because I was submerged, but I felt it. It was like a sudden release of pressure, immediately followed by the intensified pains of labor that signaled baby was on his way.
At this point, I was utterly spent. I had no strength left in my legs. The urge to push overtook me, and for the first time in any of my labors, I screamed. It hurt. I was working so hard, and the pain was real, but I donāt shy away from paināitās a beautiful, transformative experience. Every time I face it, I come out changed. Pain refines me, and I embrace that.
I was grunting, making all the primal sounds, and then I saw the faces of my children. They were watching as their baby brotherās head began to emerge, their eyes wide with awe. It was such a beautiful sightāone I couldnāt fully take in at the moment, but looking back, I see how special it was. It was an answered prayer to have all five of my children present to witness their brotherās arrival
My husbandās voice brought me back to the moment. āI can see the babyās head,ā he said. A few moments later: āI can see his forehead.ā Usually, when it comes to pushing, my babies come quickly, but my body was so tired this time. Then he said, āI can see his earāI have his little ear in my hand!ā That gave me a surge of excitement, but I could barely feel my legs anymore.
Sensing I needed a change, my husband suggested we move out of the pool. With the help of my aunt, cousin, and husband, I was liftedāthough my legs werenāt cooperating much! (I laugh now because I was really trying to help them help me, but my legs just werenāt legging.) They got me to the side of my bed, where I began to push with all the strength I had left.
With one push, his head was fully out. And then, with another, his precious little body was born. Sweet relief! I was instantly able to stand and hold Wisdom in my armsāthe moment I had prayed for and dreamed about for months. He was perfectāhealthy, whole, and beautiful.
As I held him close, I saw my eldest son, Valor, overcome with emotion. Watching him cry as he witnessed his brotherās arrival warmed my heart like nothing else. He became a big brother for the third time, and his tears spoke volumes about the love and awe in that room.
God answered every single prayer I prayed about this birth. I am overwhelmed with gratitude and in love with this sweet baby boy. This mama of six feels so incredibly blessed. God has been so kind to me, and I love Him deeply. He is a good good father and Iāll abide in the shadow of my almighty God all the days of my life.