For This Child I Prayed – Kayla’s Story

Meet Kayla, who blogs over at Renown and Crowned!  Today she is sharing the birth story of her son Aeron.  During Aeron’s birth, she experienced no pain by the grace of God!

Every birth experience is unique.

He was due May 15. My family came in for graduation (May 5), then had a mini vacation about 3 hours away so they would be close (compared to 12 hours!) if I went into labor. We waited.

Contractions began on May 10, and these were definitely different than Braxton Hicks (which I’d had off and on since week 21). My sister and her 4 kids as well as my parents headed back our way. The others headed home but were ready to turn back if things progressed. They didn’t. My mom stayed as the others headed back. We continued to wait.

We toyed with the idea of counting contractions, but they were so sporadic that I would quickly lose interest. One day while I was counting, I actually fell asleep! And the wait went on.

We had another “prenatal” visit May 17, which was two days past his due date. Things were looking great, but I was still dealing with contractions that seemed to be leading nowhere. They weren’t incapacitating by any stretch of the imagination, and most of the time I didn’t notice them (I never noticed Braxton Hicks either, unless I happened to run my fingers across my belly and feel how tight it was). I struggled, wondering why I was having to wait so long to meet our precious little one. Yet the wait continued.

We went to church on Sunday, May 20, but we were unable to stay for Sunday school (our service is at 10 am with Sunday school following the service). I had some pretty intense (and distracting) back labor, so we opted to head home. I was pretty sure this was a turning point and it wouldn’t be long until Baby arrived! But we waited.

I woke up at 2 am Monday with back labor. This time (unlike every other time prior) I was unable to roll over and go back to sleep. So I hopped in the shower and turned on the warm hot water. An hour later, I got out and rolled around on my birthing ball for a bit. I timed contractions and found them to be 80 seconds long, 3 minutes apart. Perhaps I should’ve been concerned, but I had been having contractions for so long that I wanted to be sure. Yet I couldn’t keep my eyes open to count longer. I rolled over and went to sleep.

When I woke up around 7, I timed them again… this time at 70 seconds long, 1 1/2 minutes apart. Reluctantly, I called Candace, my midwife. My water hadn’t broken, so I wasn’t 100% sure that this was active labor… But I called her anyway. She came over around 10 to see how things were going. She informed me I was too “chatty” to be in active labor, but she did check and found that I was 5-6 cm dilated, 95% effaced at that point – which meant it could be “any time.” She and her apprentice left for lunch and came back around 1:30 to see if there’d been any progress. I took another hot shower while they were gone, and got out around the time that they returned.

The apprentice checked fetal heart tones, and everything looked good. Just as she and Candace were ready to head out again, my water broke (2:06 pm). It wasn’t long before I found out just exactly what the elusive active labor felt like!

I stood for the next hour and a half, leaning on A for support. (He really is my strongman – I’m not sure how he managed to stand for so long!) This was the most comforting position, because the majority of my contractions were in my back. Yet they were never painful. If I did start to tense up, A would gently remind me what we were believing: “No pain.” [And, praise the LORD, there was no pain during any of the delivery. Yes, muscles tightened as they accomplished their tasks, but that’s what happens when muscles contract.] Then, when I began to feel like I couldn’t stand any longer, I utilized the birthing ball to lean on while on my knees. (I also emptied the contents of my stomach – not pleasant, I know, but part of the story!)

Candace and her apprentice waited in the other room, allowing me to labor in the semi-dark and with just A. A would sometimes ask them if I was in transition yet (ready to push), and the team would just reassure him that they knew what they were listening for and that it would be obvious when I was.

Then, oddly, the contractions let up. I sat on the birthing ball for 20 minutes with 3 or 4 contractions the whole time. Not surprisingly, I soon felt the urge to push! I pushed on my knees for a bit, and then Candace recommended squatting. That sounded like an excellent idea just then. As I did, I remember Mom suggesting “Push and hold. Try not to let up completely.” (Thanks, Mom! I needed that, because my brain was a bit cloudy.) Candace showed me his head (via mirror) as I was pushing, and I started to cry. Baby was almost here! Now I had to focus – I had a task to complete!

I got a little excited and REALLY started pushing. Candace encouraged me to slow down and breathe so I wouldn’t tear. Oh, right. Breathing would be a good idea. Not tearing would be even better. After his head was out, Candace saw that his shoulders were going to be difficult, so she asked me to stand. A got ready to catch Aeron (though he wasn’t entirely ready for the speed of the process!), and a couple pushes later, at 5:42 pm, there he was!

Candace knew that standing births come with the difficulty in controlling the amount of blood loss, but, in her expertise, she knew that Aeron needed a little help from gravity to get his 15 3/4 inch shoulders out. Immediately, she said, “Kayla, you’ve got to sit. We’ve got to get her down now.” I didn’t entirely know what was happening, but she had guided us well thus far – I was completely trusting her judgment now.

She handed the baby to me for some cuddling time, and A asked, “Did you see what we have?” No, I hadn’t, because I was content to hold a happy and healthy baby! I looked and, sure enough, “A boy!” I exclaimed. The apprentice asked if we had a name. I asked A, “Do we have a name?” (I knew our top pick was Aeron Azariah, but I hadn’t really looked him over to see that he was Aeron Azariah.) A replied, “Yes. I think we have an Aeron.” Candace, however, had other concerns. I had hemorrhaged, so within 5-10 minutes I delivered the placenta. She showed us that it was entirely intact and looked extremely healthy. Good!

But then she was back on task – getting the blood loss under control. She gave me a shot of Pitocin in my leg to help the upper uterus contract…but that didn’t slow the blood loss as needed. So she gave me a pink pill (Methargine) to help the lower uterus contact. Still not satisfied, I got another shot of Pitocin in my other leg and a second pink pill. Finally, everything was looking good.

{Edit: Candace informed me at one of our postpartum visits that it was two shots of Pitocin and then Methargine. I did have a foggy memory of order of events – oops!}

Candace’s voice never once showed panic or that things were going downhill fast. We are so grateful for this (especially A. He saw the blood loss, so it hit home with him more than with me.).

Daddy gets to cut the cord!

After they cleaned everything up, did the newborn exam, and went over postpartum care instructions, they headed out at 10:15 pm. Yes, I had an excellent birth team! My mom and A tag-teamed taking care of me for the next few days (A got the evening shift… At 7 or 8 am, my mom would take over while A slept in.) They were essential to my speedy recovery.

 

Do you have an amazing birth, pregnancy, or adoption story to share?  A story where the hand of God was mightily on you and your baby?  I am looking to begin featuring these types of stories on this website on a regular basis!  If you have a story, please email me at childrenareablessing1@gmail.com.

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Written by Nicole

NICOLE CRONE enjoys writing encouragement for moms in which God is glorified at her blog, Children are a Blessing. She is wife to Rusty, and mom to eight sweet children. Nicole has been a homeschool mom for thirteen years, and is currently a member of The Old Schoolhouse Review Crew. When Nicole isn’t homeschooling, you can find her writing, reading, sewing, or blogging at www.childrenareablessing.org. She is active on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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About Nicole

NICOLE CRONE enjoys writing encouragement for moms in which God is glorified at her blog, Children are a Blessing. She is wife to Rusty, and mom to eight sweet children. Nicole has been a homeschool mom for thirteen years, and is currently a member of The Old Schoolhouse Review Crew. When Nicole isn’t homeschooling, you can find her writing, reading, sewing, or blogging at www.childrenareablessing.org. She is active on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

2 Thoughts on “For This Child I Prayed – Kayla’s Story

  1. Thanks for linking up over at our Babies and Beyond Link-up! I love reading birth stories.

  2. I just love birth stories! Each one is so special and unique! I just had my fourth baby and first girl on May 16th! Best wishes to you!

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