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I'm back!
Correction- we're back!
Lloyd and I are home as of yesterday from the hospital with our little jewel- MEAGHAN HAZEL!!!!
Thanks to my little brother Keith for letting ya'll know the main details!!!
I just put Meaghan down to sleep so hopefully I'll be able to let you all know what happened before she wakes up again!
( I fed her three times while ending up writing this!)
So, as you know, I went in to St. Mary's Hospital on MOnday morning and because I live so far from the hospital, Doc wanted me to stay. I was the only one there having a baby so I got the room I wanted which was very cool. Lloyd and I began unpacking to settle in.
Even cooler was that I began having contractions on my own literally MINUTES before they put the gel inside me to begin the induction. They put the belt on me that monitors contractions and the nurse said "is something happening to you right now?"
And I could feel a contraction and got really excited because I wanted it to be on GOD's terms, not man's.
so I was thrilled about that! My doctor had a young med student practising with him during the whole time and her name was Jane. Jane was awesome- just wanted to mention her because she figures in later.
so the contractions began to pick up and I was in hard painful labour for many hours. My husband Lloyd was incredible- we were a great team, I have to admit. He was there doing everything he could for me and kept encouraging me and telling me what a champ I was. I was never so proud and happy to be his wife. He spent some time cuddling me in the bed from behind, other times he massaged me, fed me water or ice chips and always he was there by my side. At one point, I got into the big shower and held the spray to my stomach and Lloyd was there as well as the nurse. The nurse told me to put my arms around her and put my head on her shoulder. Lloyd began to tear up at this display of compassion- it was humbling and beautiful.
Jesus Christ was front and center as we brought a big cross to be my focal point and we prayed often. Oh - this was weird- the contractions began to get really bad- they were 2 minutes apart and 2 minutes long, and suddenly the spirit told me to pray. (My best friend Karen was there then, having arrived at 5:00 p.m.) There was a nurse there watching and the three of us prayed in front of her. Seconds after we finished praying, my contractions began to lessen in intensity and I was given a reprieve for about an hour! It was an amazing witness. We told all the nurses and Doc about it. Tres cool. Anyway, after all this, I had only dilated TWO centimeters and Doc was concerned that I was going to need some sleep for the next day. I was reluctant to take any drugs because of my past with them and fought the suggestion all day until he told me Id need the rest for the next day. He prescribed some Demerol and I was able to sleep between contractions and got some solid rest that night.
The next day I awoke, took a shower and felt ready to face the day. I knew I was going to meet my baby sometime that day. My friend Karen had stayed the night and to my absolute delight she had written down every contraction Id had, how long it was and what time it had happened at- AND comments that I had made. Incredible. I hope I can post it here because it makes for some really interesting reading!
My Doc told me that he wanted to break my water that morning to get things going and I agreed. We did that at 9 am and it began the contractions again. (they had stopped by the second morning) We went for a walk around the outside of the hospital and I stayed upright quite a bit this day to get gravity in motion. By 1:00 the Doc presecribed an oxytocin drip and I was stuck in bed chained to my IV and to the baby monitor strapped to my tummy. Half an hour after the drip, the contractions were excrutiating again.
Jane, the med student was massaging my hand and back giving me a lot of relief. I was honoured to be giving her this kind of experience as I knew I was her first birth. Her compassion was extraordinary.
By two in the afternoon, the contractions were getting bad enough that I was crying during some of them. Despite the water breaking, babys head was just NOT moving down. We tried to break it some more and got a gusher but it still didnt help. Doc prescribed Demerol at 4:00 to help get things going. By 5:00 Im mumbling incoherently between contractions.
By 7:30, despite being dilated between 5 and 6 centimeters, the babys head had still not engaged and my Doc Jack was very concerned. He conferenced with Lloyd and Jane and recommended a C section for the safety of me and the baby.
they administered Fentinol at this time which COMPLETELY took away the pain of my contractions which was amazing, but I was totally out of it and my memory is fuzzy here.
I was terrified of being able to feel the incision of the c section so despite my absolute horror of needles, I was a very good girl keeping as still as possible for the needle in my back. My surgical doctor was Doctor Iglesias so we all made jokes about him singing. Lloyd was there the whole time for which I can only say Thank God
So we waited anxiously, Lloyd holding my hand and finally at 9:18 p.m. on Tuesday July the 25th, they said Its a Girl!
And Lloyd, having been so CONFIDENT of her sex being male was in shock and said its a girl? and then we heard her cry and we began to cry as well. Then they brought our beautiful Meaghan up to us and Lloyd held her for me as I touched her and kissed her and cried some more. Our baby! I kept saying over and over and thanking God. We sang the Doxology right there in the operating room- we wanted praise to God to be the first thing that she ever heard.
They took me to the recovery room and Lloyd took Meaghan to introduce her to my folks who had come out from Ontario and also to my great friend Karen who displayed friendship like I had never seen before. I was totally out of it drug-wise and completely wracked because of the work of labour. MY first night was a total blur- Lloyd took care of Meg, thank God because I was incapable of doing so.
We stayed there in a different room- basically the best room in the hospital for the next 4 and a half days as the women of this amazing hospital helped us through the horror and depresssion of being unable to breastfeed for days- they took Meaghan from us one night for 6 hours so we could sleep when we were so desperate for it. We were in our little bubble, protected from the world and it was magnificent. My husband was amazing during this time. God showed us many things and gave us many opportunities to witness, and we were honoured to do. Jane finished up her med school training while we were there and came to say goodbye. We told her what an amazing spirit of goodness she had and she told us that she was a Christian too which just made us so happy knowing that such a kind caring doctor was in the making. The Lord sent us the most perfect nurses for each day- each giving us valuable insight and knowledge- and most of all, they all gave us their hearts. Ive never seen care givers so professional yet so loving in my life.
My doctor finished his practice the day we left to go for a years sabbatical so we were blessed with his caring and knowledge as well. Gods presence was so tangible during this incredible time.
And OH!!!! On Monday morning as I slept, the night before I was to go to the hospital,God gave me a vision in a dream I had. I didnt understand it until a couple of days ago but it was a gift so compassionate and beautiful I must share it with you all.
In the dream, a little boy no bigger than a toddler was walking towards me with his arms outstretched. In his arms was a baby. He walked not like a toddler, but like an adult, with confidence and almost a regalness. He hold his arms out to me and was offering me the baby which I took. I lifted her and took her in my arms and looked at her (and yes she looked like she does now!) and said Shes a girl! with utter delight. (God knew my hearts desire)
The revelation I was given days after the dream was that the little boy was my first- Lance Michael-the little one I aborted just over 20 years ago. Her big brother brought her to me. And that is the truth in life also. Had it not been for Lance, my life would have been completely different and Meaghan would not be here.
I felt his love and absolute peace in the dream- a true gift from our loving Lord.
Now I am home with this girl and I cant explain my joy- my heart bursts with love for this child and I am more in love with my husband than ever. The Lord speaks to us about the importance of praying together as a family. Lloyd has stepped up like never before. I am ready to build him and build him and turning to Christ whenever I can, help solidify this family so that we can glorify the Lord.
Hallelujah!
Correction- we're back!
Lloyd and I are home as of yesterday from the hospital with our little jewel- MEAGHAN HAZEL!!!!
Thanks to my little brother Keith for letting ya'll know the main details!!!
I just put Meaghan down to sleep so hopefully I'll be able to let you all know what happened before she wakes up again!
( I fed her three times while ending up writing this!)
So, as you know, I went in to St. Mary's Hospital on MOnday morning and because I live so far from the hospital, Doc wanted me to stay. I was the only one there having a baby so I got the room I wanted which was very cool. Lloyd and I began unpacking to settle in.
Even cooler was that I began having contractions on my own literally MINUTES before they put the gel inside me to begin the induction. They put the belt on me that monitors contractions and the nurse said "is something happening to you right now?"
And I could feel a contraction and got really excited because I wanted it to be on GOD's terms, not man's.
so I was thrilled about that! My doctor had a young med student practising with him during the whole time and her name was Jane. Jane was awesome- just wanted to mention her because she figures in later.
so the contractions began to pick up and I was in hard painful labour for many hours. My husband Lloyd was incredible- we were a great team, I have to admit. He was there doing everything he could for me and kept encouraging me and telling me what a champ I was. I was never so proud and happy to be his wife. He spent some time cuddling me in the bed from behind, other times he massaged me, fed me water or ice chips and always he was there by my side. At one point, I got into the big shower and held the spray to my stomach and Lloyd was there as well as the nurse. The nurse told me to put my arms around her and put my head on her shoulder. Lloyd began to tear up at this display of compassion- it was humbling and beautiful.
Jesus Christ was front and center as we brought a big cross to be my focal point and we prayed often. Oh - this was weird- the contractions began to get really bad- they were 2 minutes apart and 2 minutes long, and suddenly the spirit told me to pray. (My best friend Karen was there then, having arrived at 5:00 p.m.) There was a nurse there watching and the three of us prayed in front of her. Seconds after we finished praying, my contractions began to lessen in intensity and I was given a reprieve for about an hour! It was an amazing witness. We told all the nurses and Doc about it. Tres cool. Anyway, after all this, I had only dilated TWO centimeters and Doc was concerned that I was going to need some sleep for the next day. I was reluctant to take any drugs because of my past with them and fought the suggestion all day until he told me Id need the rest for the next day. He prescribed some Demerol and I was able to sleep between contractions and got some solid rest that night.
The next day I awoke, took a shower and felt ready to face the day. I knew I was going to meet my baby sometime that day. My friend Karen had stayed the night and to my absolute delight she had written down every contraction Id had, how long it was and what time it had happened at- AND comments that I had made. Incredible. I hope I can post it here because it makes for some really interesting reading!
My Doc told me that he wanted to break my water that morning to get things going and I agreed. We did that at 9 am and it began the contractions again. (they had stopped by the second morning) We went for a walk around the outside of the hospital and I stayed upright quite a bit this day to get gravity in motion. By 1:00 the Doc presecribed an oxytocin drip and I was stuck in bed chained to my IV and to the baby monitor strapped to my tummy. Half an hour after the drip, the contractions were excrutiating again.
Jane, the med student was massaging my hand and back giving me a lot of relief. I was honoured to be giving her this kind of experience as I knew I was her first birth. Her compassion was extraordinary.
By two in the afternoon, the contractions were getting bad enough that I was crying during some of them. Despite the water breaking, babys head was just NOT moving down. We tried to break it some more and got a gusher but it still didnt help. Doc prescribed Demerol at 4:00 to help get things going. By 5:00 Im mumbling incoherently between contractions.
By 7:30, despite being dilated between 5 and 6 centimeters, the babys head had still not engaged and my Doc Jack was very concerned. He conferenced with Lloyd and Jane and recommended a C section for the safety of me and the baby.
they administered Fentinol at this time which COMPLETELY took away the pain of my contractions which was amazing, but I was totally out of it and my memory is fuzzy here.
I was terrified of being able to feel the incision of the c section so despite my absolute horror of needles, I was a very good girl keeping as still as possible for the needle in my back. My surgical doctor was Doctor Iglesias so we all made jokes about him singing. Lloyd was there the whole time for which I can only say Thank God
So we waited anxiously, Lloyd holding my hand and finally at 9:18 p.m. on Tuesday July the 25th, they said Its a Girl!
And Lloyd, having been so CONFIDENT of her sex being male was in shock and said its a girl? and then we heard her cry and we began to cry as well. Then they brought our beautiful Meaghan up to us and Lloyd held her for me as I touched her and kissed her and cried some more. Our baby! I kept saying over and over and thanking God. We sang the Doxology right there in the operating room- we wanted praise to God to be the first thing that she ever heard.
They took me to the recovery room and Lloyd took Meaghan to introduce her to my folks who had come out from Ontario and also to my great friend Karen who displayed friendship like I had never seen before. I was totally out of it drug-wise and completely wracked because of the work of labour. MY first night was a total blur- Lloyd took care of Meg, thank God because I was incapable of doing so.
We stayed there in a different room- basically the best room in the hospital for the next 4 and a half days as the women of this amazing hospital helped us through the horror and depresssion of being unable to breastfeed for days- they took Meaghan from us one night for 6 hours so we could sleep when we were so desperate for it. We were in our little bubble, protected from the world and it was magnificent. My husband was amazing during this time. God showed us many things and gave us many opportunities to witness, and we were honoured to do. Jane finished up her med school training while we were there and came to say goodbye. We told her what an amazing spirit of goodness she had and she told us that she was a Christian too which just made us so happy knowing that such a kind caring doctor was in the making. The Lord sent us the most perfect nurses for each day- each giving us valuable insight and knowledge- and most of all, they all gave us their hearts. Ive never seen care givers so professional yet so loving in my life.
My doctor finished his practice the day we left to go for a years sabbatical so we were blessed with his caring and knowledge as well. Gods presence was so tangible during this incredible time.
And OH!!!! On Monday morning as I slept, the night before I was to go to the hospital,God gave me a vision in a dream I had. I didnt understand it until a couple of days ago but it was a gift so compassionate and beautiful I must share it with you all.
In the dream, a little boy no bigger than a toddler was walking towards me with his arms outstretched. In his arms was a baby. He walked not like a toddler, but like an adult, with confidence and almost a regalness. He hold his arms out to me and was offering me the baby which I took. I lifted her and took her in my arms and looked at her (and yes she looked like she does now!) and said Shes a girl! with utter delight. (God knew my hearts desire)
The revelation I was given days after the dream was that the little boy was my first- Lance Michael-the little one I aborted just over 20 years ago. Her big brother brought her to me. And that is the truth in life also. Had it not been for Lance, my life would have been completely different and Meaghan would not be here.
I felt his love and absolute peace in the dream- a true gift from our loving Lord.
Now I am home with this girl and I cant explain my joy- my heart bursts with love for this child and I am more in love with my husband than ever. The Lord speaks to us about the importance of praying together as a family. Lloyd has stepped up like never before. I am ready to build him and build him and turning to Christ whenever I can, help solidify this family so that we can glorify the Lord.
Hallelujah!
I can't wait to see pictures!!!