Happy Mother’s Day! Since it is such a special day, I thought I would share the birth story of our newest little one!
A week and a half ago, I labored long to birth our third born, Elliot. It was the longest childbirth I’ve experienced. I call it my “labor of prayer”. A 20 hour long prayer conversation with God; a very intimate experience with my Savior and my husband. We were a cord of three strands bound together in love and dependency on Christ. I labored at home for 14 hours with my husband and midwife by my side as we were trying for a home birth. Since Jadyn’s birth had been quick, and Oliver’s birth had been so simple and quick, we thought this one was going to be even faster! But as the labor was not progressing through the night after 14 hours, my continual prayer throughout was for wisdom. It was early Wednesday morning and as exhaustion and lack of sleep was wearing me down, I asked Craig to take me to the hospital for an epidural. My loving husband drove me quickly to the hospital fully supportive and taking care of all my needs. The hospital staff were amazing and we were given the sweetest and kindest nurses and doctor. Our team was amazing. I was so happy and so full of peace. The epidural was given with my team standing around and supporting me. They tucked me all in with pillows on every side. A sweet and encouraging doula (labor coach) offered her service and came in spontaneously to speak words of affirmation and give me leg and arm massages. Finally… we could rest. The baby’s heartbeat was loud on the monitor and it was comforting to know that I could listen to Elliot the whole time that I rested. A few hours after I arrived, it was time to push. Elliot came out in basically 3 pushes, about 5 minutes! And the excitement and exhilaration of seeing my blonde-haired son for the first time overwhelmed me with love and emotion. I said out loud, “I love you!!!” They put him on my chest and we named him Elliot, “The Lord is God.”
It was a long day and we were thankful and giddy. We didn’t know that there was one more obstacle to overcome. Around 6pm that evening, I was about to eat my dinner when I noticed I was bleeding more than I should be. Suddenly about 10 nurses and my doctor were rushing all around me in a flurry. They lowered my bed, put an oxygen mask on me, started hooking me up to IV’s, fluid, pitocin, calling in to prepare for a possible operation and blood transfusion. I didn’t know what was going on and my vision was blurring. My prayer this time was that God would allow me to live and be a mommy to my three children. All I could do was surrender.
They finally stabilized me and I didn’t have to have an operation or transfusion after all. But they wouldn’t let me eat for 12 hours just in case I would need to go in for surgery. The doctor was quick to tell me it was a life threatening emergency. My body was depleted and exhausted from the last 24 hours, I was already nursing, plus running on a lack of sleep. But God sustained us. We had experienced a “labor of prayer” and our God did not forsake us. He did not leave us. His provision was everything we needed and His wisdom and guidance throughout was our lifeline. We were so thankful!
This conversation of prayer and dependency carried us through each obstacle we had to face. Our God is Sovereign. Our God is good! There is trust, peace, love, and… joy!
“The Lord is God!”












