Birth Story

My due date was February 3rd and as the date approached everyone in our house took a guess at when the baby would come, how much he/she would weigh, and if it was a he or a she! I guessed I would have the baby February 5th, it would weigh almost 9 lbs and maybe it would be a girl???  Well, I only had the other 3 births to compare and they all came 2 days late. This pregnancy wasn’t much different except a few details- I didn’t have nauseating morning sickness, just digestion problems in the beginning, also a couple nights of irritating ‘practice labor’ the last 2 weeks. Other than that it felt the same, I actually felt the best with this pregnancy except this baby did feel heavier (or should I say my belly felt heavier- it got very hard to roll over at night:) ) .

Well, the due date came and went (which was fine), then Feb 5th came and went, (which was still fine), then I was up for a couple hours with contractions the night of the 6th and noticed in the morning that this baby was riding as low as it possibly could (without coming out!). Then, I was not fine. 🙂 Fortunatly, it was Sunday, the 7th, and I had plenty to do.

We had a great corporate gathering, all of Memphis gatehouse was here! Then, David & I walked (I waddled) up to Tabbach’s for a birthday party for my best friend- Stephen. (He turned thirty and forbid me to have the baby on his birthday- like I have control over that or something). Then David & I walked a few times around the loop here. It was such a beautiful day!

While we were walking we passed Joy Williamson. She stopped us and said we reminded her of her last pregnancy. She was out walking with Lynn and he said ‘When are you going to have this baby?’ She answered him ‘ If it would rain, this baby will come’. It rained that very night and she went into labor. David and I laughed and I said, ” What should I say? If it snows this baby will come?” He laughed at me because there was not a cloud in the sky and the weather was on the warmer side.

Well, Monday the 8th arrived and with it came…. Snow, but no baby. It snowed hard and thick, school got canceled so I cancelled my bread-making plans for the day and took the kids outside! God was good to me. Gannah came by and pointed out how much He loved me to give me such a nice distraction!

Our snowman!

The kids and I built a snowman almost 5 feet tall in the backyard. (We got Zemar to help us stack the balls on top of each other- I was finding it hard with my own ball in the way!) Then we had an awesome snowball fight with Uncle Matthew- the boys are good aims! I stuffed snow down Othniel’s shirt and Jeremiah’s. Mala & I threw snowballs at Abbas sliding door, then him when he poked his head out. Anyway, we treked around in the snow having fun for a couple of hours! That night David went to the Chosen meeting and I stayed home. I did not want to be asked one more time,  ‘when is that baby gonna come?

The day before he came!

At 10pm I started having slightly irritating contractions about every 6-8 minutes apart. They kept me up till 11:30, never getting any stronger or closer together. So, finally I fell asleep.

February 9th 2:15am- I woke up to use the bathroom and had some bloody show. No contractions, no water breaking, all is well (though I never had that happen before, it did make me wonder??) so I went back to bed. Drifting off, about 20 minutes later I had a hmm… slightly hard contraction. Now I couldn’t sleep. Is this it? 15 min later- another. This happened till 3:30am when I decided to wake up David.

I turned the light on to watch my belly during a ctx. David said, ‘ Wow, that looks like a real one’. I responded with ‘ Ouch, this feels like a real one’! I promptly wanted out of bed. 🙂 Contractions on your back are NOT fun!! The ctx started coming every 8-10 minutes now, so at 4 am I called the midwives, and my mom and sister (who had to drive an hour & a half thru the snowy roads to get here.) I woke up Alaina (my 20 year old sister) and her and David started filling the birth tub and getting things ready.

My photographer sister and my Strong sister!

The midwives came at 4:30am and finished getting the set up done. I ate an early breakfast, then just labored on the birth ball, standing for contractions. Still, no water breaking yet.

My midwives!

At 6am my mom and sister got here. I went out to the living room for about 15 minutes. Had about 3 ctx out there and then headed back to my room. I don’t enjoy laboring in front of a lot of people. This is who was in my living room- My mom, David’s mom, my four sisters, 2 of David’s sisters, my sister-in-law (also a good friend), and the other 2 ladies that live with us (also good friends).  So, you can see why I wanted my room!

David- The awesome Mid-husband!

At 6:30 we woke up the boys for school and my sisters got them dressed and out the door to a friends (so she could take them to school). They all trouped in to say good-bye to me in between ctx. It was fun to see their excited faces when we told them that our baby was coming today!! We let our oldest son- Morgon, (8 years old) stay home so he could be in the living room when the baby came. He was very excited!

By this time it was about 7am ish and we entered the ‘time is not’ point in labor. (I call it this because I can’t tell you what time anything happened because I wasn’t the one charting at this birth, I was somewhere else in the primitive part of my brain):) I was trying to keep my brain focused on just one contraction at a time at this point, because I kept wondering things like.. what if the baby is in a bad position and this takes forever?, I wonder what God wants to do with this birth? What lesson does He have for me? I’d rather not end up at the hospital but it’s always a possibility… I felt like this pregnancy and birth was different, so I was waiting for God to do something different with the birth.

I don’t know why but when my brain thinks different, it thinks- difficult, hard, trial… like God has just been waiting to torture me. Even  so, I felt at rest knowing that no matter what, I could feel God with me. I felt Him closer than ever, so whatever He had for me, I could do it just because He was there. David was there too, staying with me the whole time.

Finally, I just wanted to know what point I was at so I asked the midwife to check dilation. She said I was 8-9cm with a bulging bag of waters. WOW! I was in disbelief, I thought or hoped for about 6 cm. I had no nausea yet and had no clue I was in transition! (I had nausea and definant  transition with the other boys.)

I labored a little longer, then started feeling the urge to push. I felt the contractions change- they didn’t have that pulling hurt, it switched to contracting on top-pushing.  I had the midwife check me one more time and begged her to break the water, (so she did). Now I was complete with an urge to push and oh, it felt good that the water was broke! The birth tub looked so inviting at this point so I got in.

I pushed for about 20-25 min. It took awhile for him to come down. He felt big, just moving a little bit at a time.

Finally he came, he had a cord around his neck that was too tight to pull over his head, so the midwives pushed it over his shoulders as he came out. Then, up, up out of the water he came.

I looked, and yes, another boy. What in the world would we name him?? We only had a girl’s name. I was relieved, not pregnant anymore! He had  a head full of dark auburn-colored hair & my did he look chunky!! He had big cheeks, and rolls of fat on his arms and legs. When they cut the cord I  floated him around in the water and he loved it! We let Morgon come in and see him while we were still in the tub (only 5 minutes old). He was fun to watch, he was so excited! He just kept saying, ‘He’s soo cute’. As he left the room he said, ‘Thanks’ ! I got out of the tub and the placenta came, I showered and crawled in bed with my baby.

Then the fun began- they weighed him. 7# 8oz. No way he was that small. Whoops! The scale was programmed for memory recall. That was how much the last baby weighed. They reset it. Oh my Gosh!   10# 1oz  !!! My other boys were 8# and 8 & 1/2 #. He looked all of 10#. He looked like a 2 month old.

Well, then we brought the other boys home from school and the three of them came marching in the room, oohh’d and ahh’d over their brother and promptly started singing “Father David has many sons, and many sons has Father David, and I am one of them, and so are you, so lets just praise the Lord…” They were soo cute! We got video.

God was good to us. I got another water birth, the birth went really well, we got a healthy baby and I’m soooo glad I’m not pregnant anymore!!! Oh, it took us a week but we finally got  a name- River Solas Dickerson. It means ‘River of Comfort & Light’. He is simply a very good baby even though he does prefer to be awake at night!:)

Our cute boy!

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