9 years ago, I was 38 weeks pregnant with a baby boy. I was hoping/praying desperately that I would be able to have a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean).
Even though he was my second child, I wasn't all together 100% sure that I would know when it was "time". I had preterm labor with my first, followed by weeks and weeks of contractions with an irritable uterus, dilated to 5cm for WEEKS, and eventually had an induction. With this baby, though, lots of Braxton hicks, but I just wasn't "sure" that I would "know" it was time.
When labor first started, I thought I had made a poor choice in our dinner location. I hadn't eaten a lot of greasy food toward the end of my pregnancy, and we went to Arby's because of a sudden, but very intense, craving for curly fries. My stomach heaved and rolled, and I squirmed and wished I hadn't eaten what I had. I took a bath, and tried to go to sleep. I had no idea it was labor.
Until, well, until it was REALLY, REALLY labor.
By the time I realized it wasn't Arby's, but my body getting ready the have the baby, it was midnight, on Saturday morning. I can't even begin to tell you the feelings of relief and excitement that my body had actually gone into REAL labor, at the RIGHT TIME, ON IT'S OWN!
The feelings were so strong, that I can remember them clearly, sitting here 9 years later. 9 years, and it still makes me cry to remember the relief.
I'm not going to share my entire birth story right now, but I did go on to VBAC. We had an amazing, blonde haired, blue eyed, baby boy on a scorching hot Saturday afternoon in July. That kid changed me, (as did all of my children) and through his birth, God healed so many things in me that were left torn open after my cesarean.
There's no great question to answer in today's post. No important birth topic to cover. Just warm, deep, happy feelings that still touch my soul that all came from this kid, his birth, and our maker.