It all began with fear.
Not just the pregnancy.
But my whole life.
One of my earliest memories was me "counting my sins" and fearing that I'd already accumulated too many to go to heaven.
Fear is a beast. It is crippling. It is consuming.
But back to the baby. Yes, there's a baby, so stay tuned :-)
The test was positive. Well let me be truthful the TESTS (all five of them) were positive. I was having a baby. My old faithful foe, fear, came creeping in within the first few milliseconds.
"Am I crazy?"
"Will people view me as the crazy lady with FIVE kids?"
"Is this my time? My time to experience loss?"
"Who has heard of a person having five consecutive healthy pregnancies and babies?"
Last year, I had to pray with five friends who all had miscarriages. Some for the very first time. I knew that it was my time, God was clearly preparing me to miscarry. I didn't tell anyone that I was pregnant for the first eighteen weeks. Not only does that say something about how scared I was, but also how SCARY I must have been since no one had the audacity to even approach me as I obviously outgrew my church clothes!
My entire pregnancy, went well. No hiccups, no health scares, just a lot of time. The more time passed, the more anxious and fearful I became.
"Baby, I want to see you. I want you out here with me, healthy and alive. I need to meet you."
I am sure that many people and family members were hurt that we waited so long to tell them. But I was extremely nervous and didn't want to risk giving my good news, and it being rejected by some. I also didn't want to tell everyone and then the baby not make it. It was a rough and lonely eighteen weeks.
I knew that I didn't want to use medication for this birth. I had four medicated births prior, and I wanted this time to be different. However, let's be clear: It wasn't because I was in my "mammoth woman, hear me roar" space, it was well...because I was afraid. I never wanted to have an epidural, but I was afraid that I couldn't make it through labor without it. On the other hand, I was afraid that something would go wrong and I'd be paralyzed if I did get an epidural. Good grief!
But on that special Friday night, I met fear face to face; and something changed. This time would be different. As the brave, skilled, and comforting team of nurses crowded around me looking as if I was facing Mt. Kilimanjaro , they assured me that they were down for the adventure. While checking me in, one of them asked why I wanted to go natural this time. I explained to her that for each of my deliveries, I was frightened into getting the medication.
"Are you sure? If you don't get it now you may not be able to get one and then you'll be stuck."
Each nurse before this one had used that line in some form or another, and it never failed. I took the bait out of fear of the unknown pain that I faced.
After being admitted into labor and delivery, my extremely professional nurse reluctantly shared with me that she was a mom of three, and that her 10 year old son Michael was battling cancer.( two of my worst fears combined) As a medical professional, she had done all of the testing, all of the factoring, yet realized that there was nothing she could have done differently. It was an anomaly as to why he was having to bear this. Throughout my contractions, I stopped and prayed for Michael aloud. It got kind of weird in the room, but...I did it. As I prayed for her and her son, she encouraged me. I looked over and she had tears streaming down her face. I still pray for him.
The Babe, the nurses, even some whose shifts had ended stayed and cheered me on. At one point, I wanted to give up. It hurt like......yeah, it hurt. But, I looked at my nurse and told her I wanted to quit, her answer was,
"No. You're doing it. You're doing exactly what you said you wanted to do."
"But what if I can't? What if I can't?" I asked.
I'm not sure how, I just remember getting to the point of being ready to push and the midwife came in seemingly on "rocket-ship" shoes and handled it. My baby was born. As the nurses shouted " turn around, look here she is." I froze. Mostly because I was discombobulated and in total shock of what had just taken place. But when I turned around, there was "Joy". The midwife handed me a hollerin' baby. I reached for her, placed her on my chest and she instantly stopped crying. The cessation of her shrill alarmed the nurses and they rushed over to check on her. But when she felt me, she knew me... and I knew "Joy".
Someone later asked me about my experience, after we were released from the hospital and I could only say "It was beautiful. It was amazing, and for the first time in my life, Fear did not win."
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phil 4:7