D Day

I am sorry that I am just now uploading and writing about Isaiah. Some of you already know that he's finally here!! It has been crazy the last several days of which you can imagine, so I won't make excuses.

Anyway, after my week 40 apointment the doc was convinced that I would have to have him by C-Section. I, on the other hand, was not convinced. I wanted him to come on his own time frame even if that meant that I would have to wait. So I got the doc to push off the C-Section for another week. The day before he wanted to schedule the surgery is when my body finally decided to get 'er done! I had been trapped in my house getting ready for the little guy and i finally had pretty much done all of my "To-Do's" (which is a post in and of itself!!). Ahhh...the infamous "To-Do" List. This was the mother of To-Do Lists I tell ya. I think my head and body wasn't ready for him to come. I needed to get these things done before I could rest and just let me body relax. Once we completed the nursery and I had 90% of my to-do's done, it was like this peace came over me. I finally felt ready. The house was clean (like so clean it could win a white glove contest), the cars were clean, the nursery was 95% complete, thank you notes were written, personal things taken care of, etc. So because of this I was ready. I began praying for him to come. So, I just waited and while I waited, I was doing other little odds and ends on my list. Once of the things that didn't get done was change the oil in our white car. So, Tuesday, Sept. 23rd I decided to get out of the house for a bit and get the oil changed and take care of the car. Well, as I was there...my water broke. Yes. In the waiting room full of people. A sight I will never forget...as well as those people. Don't think they will forget it either. hahaha. Markus came and we went home for me to get ready.

I wasn't having contractions by that point, but by the time we got to the hospital they were coming 3-5 minutes apart. Within an hour I was dialated to a 3. I was progressing fast. Even though I was progressing, I still had that thought back in my head that I still might have to have a C-Section bc he still hadn't engaged. We jsut prayed. I chose to continue laboring naturally and not to do the surgery. The prayers that were prayed over me was so amazing and I felt them. My body did just what it needed to do and as I was dialating, his little (well, big actually) head just started moving down in place. Praise God!!! I kept asking the doctor, are you sure that he's engaging...like we can do this? He was such a wonderful doctor and completely assured me a C-Section wasn't necessary. I was just so completely blown away at how awesome our God is and that everything I had prayed for was beginning to happen (except the crazy pain!). So I went from a 3 to 10cm in about 9 hours. It was long and hard, but I know some women that is peanuts...so I am not complaining.

Everything was just going wonderful and I was ready to start pushing and get this baby out!! But then they realized he was a really large baby and he was sunny side up..meaning he was face up instead of face down. They all kind of would talk amongst themselves and then look at me and I was so confused. I guess I didn't realize that pushing a 10lb baby out sunny side up was going to be the hardest thing I have ever done. I thought I was through the hard part. Well, due to his position and the size of his head and shoulders I think they started doubting he was coming out vaginally. Markus was such a support and he kept me going. After 2 hours of pushing and no crowning I began to lose hope he was coming out. The doctors and nurses were soooo amazing. They did so many things for me to help me try and turn him face down. He just wasn't going. So after about 2.5 hours of pushing the doctor finally had a chat with me and said we were probably going to have use forceps or some tool to help him get out. With Markus's support, I was determined not to go down that road. So, we continued to push. It was the workouts of all workouts. They though I was about to faint and so they had to put me on Oxygen for some time. I was exhausted. But then something began to happen...he began to crown and the doctor worked with me and started trying to turn him. At that point they began to get concerned because his shoulders were so broad that he wouldn't come out. I just was determined...we just kept pushing. Finally after 3+ hours he finally took his first breath outside of my body. We finally did it. No forceps, no help. He even turned on his own as the very last minute and came out face down. What an unbelievable moment. Surreal to say the least. We had so much working against us but with the Lord's hand guiding that litte guy out, we were able to do it.

It was the most amazing moment I have ever experienced. This emotion just came over Markus and I and we were just in disbelief that he was finally in our arms. I get so emotional every time I think about them handing him to us. We both just wept with tears of joy.

Markus was so amazing throughout the whole process. He was my rock and was with me every second cheering me on and gently helping me over the hurdles. He would wisper in my ear over and over "I love you. I am so proud of you. We are almost there." It was just perfect. He was perfect.

Anyway, we are home now. We came home on Friday bc I needed to stay a bit longer bc I was to say the least very sore and in a lot of pain. But every day I feel a bit stronger and can't wait to do life with this little guy. At the moment, it's eat, sleep, poop, eat, sleep, poop. You have the picture. But it's a beautiful picture for us. I wouldn't have it any other way. He's beautiful in every way. I love being a mom. We are in love and we have only known him for a few days.