As of Tuesday July 26th, I started having contractions around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. At first I thought nothing of it because I have been having random contractions now for the past week. Then I realized these ones have some consistency to them; I noticed at least 2 every hour and decided I probably should be tracking these. As you would know it, I was having contractions every 20 minutes. Still I didn’t think much of it and thought eventually these will taper off, but just in case, I better head to Target for a few things I still needed, such as a changing pad, if this baby decides to come. Unexpectedly, around 7 o'clock in the evening when I had gotten home the contractions increased to 8-10 minutes apart. Now I was nervous and was trying to keep busy while I waited for Jeff to get home to know what we should do. I was scheduled for my C-section August 3rd the following Wednesday. When Jeff got home he was shocked and unsure what to do as well, being that in the past it's been known that I don't dilate very well, but because I was scheduled for a C-section we didn't want to chance any complications so we headed to the hospital. So the nurses do their routine check up, and as you would know it I am still at a zero. UGH! Not only am I not dilated anything but I am 4 days shy of being 39 weeks so the Dr. has my contractions slowed down with some lovely brethane and sent home. The next day, I'm still having contractions, but they're just very far apart. It becomes obvious that this baby wants out. I listen to what the nurse told me to do and that was to take it easy and drink lots of water. Thursday comes and now the contractions are closer together. That day I had a Dr. appointment and decided to have my Dr. check me to avoid having to go to the hospital. Unfortunately, I'm only a one and so my Dr. encourages me to try and wait til at least Saturday when I will be 39 weeks for the sake of the baby, but obviously go the hospital if contractions get closer. So, since were in Upland and my husband needed to get his eyes checked we try to stay local in case I have to go to the hospital. We go to get my husband's eye checked from the surgery he had a few weeks ago in which they have to dilate his eye. Let me paint a picture for you. At this point my contractions are becoming 6 minutes apart, and my husbands eye is dilated, and now we have become quite the interesting couple. Not quite ready to go the hospital we decided to have lunch. Yes, I ate because of my history being sent home. By the time were through having lunch my contractions are now 5 minutes apart. So once again we head to the hospital. As you would know it I was still only at a 1, and I am feeling so discouraged. This time they give me double the douse of brethane to completely stop the contractions and again they tell me to take it easy and drink lots of water. I try to make the best of the situation by picking up our son Isaac and took him to Build-a-Bear to build his brother a puppy for him to bring Jesiah for when he comes and visits us in the hospital, a little tradition Jeff and I started with Isaac. I can feel the contractions wanting to come back but I do my best to having them start again and head home and rest. In the middle of the night I lose my mucus plug and think oh no. I don't want to do this again. Around 4:45 they're back, and back with a vengeance. I'm tired, discouraged and just wore out. I think maybe I can slow them down myself by taking a warm shower. That was not the case this time around. I'm contracting every 4 minutes so I call my awesome sister to let her know we will be bringing Isaac back once again. After we drop Isaac off and head to the hospital I notice the contractions have become more like 6 minutes, and I am just praying “LORD please let them keep me in the hospital, and let me have this baby...LORD I'm just going to trust in you that even if I'm still only a one they will keep me. LORD I will trust in you even if they send me home again. Let not my will be done but your will.” Just as I thought I was still only a one, but like I said I was going to still trust GOD through this. The nurse said will give you some brethane but if they continue we will keep you. As we're waiting they continue, and in comes my Dr. She asks how do I feel, and I tell her not very well...and she say's “well you're not in full labor but we're going to keep you here and you're going to have this baby today.” The best thing she could ever say to me. Praise GOD, my prayer had been answered. At 12:45 they take me in for pre-op. At 1:26 comes this beautiful baby boy, my son Jesiah. Tears of joy just fill my eyes. This is the moment I had been waiting for. Love at first sight. I can't help but to think about our GOD and how he sent his only begotten son, and what we probably mean to him as His children. Even though I went through days of contractions I look at my child and think I would do whatever it took to have this baby, my son,whatecver pain I had to bear, whatecver tears I shed, whatever complications I had to endure, I would do it all over again. I think of Jesus the prayer he prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane that if it was LORD's will that he would let this cup pass from him. In the deepest part of his heart he would do whatever it took to have us, his children the ones he loves so dearly. No amount of pain kept Him from that cross, so that we, His children could have eternal life with Him. To not be separated from HIS love, and he did do exactly that. Yours and my sins were bared with Him on the cross.
