This morning I drove to the city to visit Mike. He's been in the hospital for a week today and has been feeling pretty lonely and missing the kids. I've tried to make it there as much as I can between juggling my responsibilities here, not wanting to chance travel on Winter roads, and being over due with our ninth babe. I'm glad baby has stayed put while we go through this whole ordeal, but a part of me is ready to meet this little one right away. Every day I wake up hoping Mike will be able to come home, but instead we are met with more tests and a longer recovery. His back spasms are the worst right now from so many days in a hospital bed and his surgery. Every time he has to get out of bed, he has to be supported and pulled up with both hands to help ease the pain.
My parents kindly offered to watch the littles for the day so that I could go visit him. I made sure to pack the baby car seat and my hospital bag just in case. I took the truck because the roads sucked and I didn't want to end up in the ditch somewhere at 41 weeks pregnant. As I drove I said a prayer that if I DID happen to go into labor today, it would be quick and easy because I was already exhausted and I was not sure if I'd be able to do it. I got to Mike's room shortly before lunch and we just sat and chatted, though he was pretty out of it due to his pain meds. Not long after I got there a friend showed up for a quick visit and she left us delicious puffed wheat squares to enjoy.
I broke into mine right away, but Mr. Stannix had to wait for a bit because he was fasting for a procedure. Around noon, I started getting some light contractions and they were five to seven minutes apart. I quietly laboured while I reset Mike's IV every time it beeped, covered his legs with blankets, helped him to the bathroom, and crochet a baby blanket. A few hours later they were consistently getting closer, two to five minutes apart, but not overly painful. Again, I said a silent prayer that if I did have to have the baby today, it would be quick and easy. We decided to call my midwife to give her a heads up and time to travel to Red Deer. She told us she would meet me at Labour and Delivery in an hour to do an assessment. Because there is no cell service in the room Mike was in, we wandered to the atrium and sat and waited for my midwife to call and let us know she had arrived. When she called to let us know she had arrived, Mike slowly made his way back to his room and I walked down the hall to meet up with Willa.
We got to the admitting desk at the same time and she walked me to a triage room for a quick assessment to see if I could be admitted. As we walked into the room tears started welling in my eyes. I looked at her and with a shaky voice I said, "I just don't know if I can do this today. I'm so tired, and so hungry." I felt so physically and emotionally exhausted from the last few weeks of Cooper not sleeping, contractions through the night, and all of the late nights at the hospital. I had neglected to eat anything all afternoon because I was so busy caring for Mike. She reassured me that I was strong and able and everything would be fine. I was already surprisingly 6cm dilated, so we quickly made our way to a delivery room to settle in.
Labour really started to pick up after we made it into the room and I texted Mike to give him the room number and enough time to wander down the hall from his unit. He came in a few minutes later, IV and drain bag in tow, and sat in the big chair by the bed as I stepped into the shower to manage the contractions in my lower back. I closed my eyes and let the hot water work it's magic as I swayed back and forth and breathed through each contraction. "You're starting to sound a little pushy, Addie," Willa said, "Probably only a few more minutes in there okay?" Another contraction hit and my water broke, it was filled with meconium. A few seconds later, Willa turned off the shower, wrapped me in a warm blanket and gently hurried me to the bed with her hand at my back. She knew I probably would have had the baby in the shower otherwise. Just as I crawled onto the bed, I could feel babe crowning, but it wasn't nearly as painful as usual. "I'm pretty sure the head is like, right there," I said. One or two quick pushes and babe was delivered. I caught and held the baby briefly with Mike cheering me on from the comfy chair beside the bed. My midwife held her while I quickly repositioned myself in the bed. "Can anyone tell me if it's a boy or a girl?" I asked with a gentle laugh. She was born at 5:52PM, just a short 45 minutes after I had come to be assessed. I got to cut the cord as Mike was in too much pain to stand much at this point. It all happened so fast, but it was one of the most empowering birth experiences I've ever had. When I had finished, I hardly felt like I had just had a baby at all.
My dream of getting a quick post birth snapshot was quickly foiled as there was so much meconium at birth that she had probably inhaled and her color and oxygen levels were not looking good. After I cut the cord, she was whisked over for an oxygen mask and an assessment. She weighed 7lbs 1oz. It was determined that the little mask and the suction weren't working as well as they'd like and she would need to go to the NICU for some extra help. They whisked her away before I was able to feed her, while I was still lying in the bed covered in warm blankets. All of the exhaustion and emotions caught up with me and I cried as I watched her leave. It was a tender mercy that I ended up delivering in Red Deer as our hospital doesn't have a NICU, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as my vision for how everything would go was shattered once again. One of my easiest birth experiences and I hardly had time to enjoy it. Through this whole experience the Lord has been teaching me to trust him and to trust his plan for my life. My midwife rubbed my back and hugged me while Mike reassured me that he would follow and keep an eye on her until I was ready to go see her.
We've never had a babe go to the NICU before, so this experience was all new to us. After I had showered and cleaned up, Willa made sure I ate my dinner. They had Mike's dinner brought to my room as well so that we could eat together. When we had finished, I was wheeled down (I seriously could have walked, I felt great) to see baby girl. We watched her oxygen levels dip and return on the monitor and got to stick our hands in the incubator. Tears welled in my eyes once more as I wished I could just hold her and breast feed her and snuggle her all up. She had a little feeding tube placed as well, and I was told I could pump for her feeds, but it would take some effort/time. After our midwife snapped a few pictures for us, we both made sure that Mike made it back to his room in time for his IV antibiotics.
I stayed back for a bit to admire her and watched her keep knocking the CPAP out of her nose to suck on. They laughed at her feisty personality and gave her a soother to keep her happy for a bit. I couldn't help but tear up again as I thought about how much I wanted to hold her and how things just weren't going according to plan. I walked over to unit 23 to help Mike out of bed so he could go to the bathroom. I gave him the keys for the truck so his brother could come move it to his place so we wouldn't get a ticket. Mike was super drowsy due to his pain meds and antibiotics. I was glad babe came quickly enough that Mike was able to make it and get back to his room for his meds. After saying goodnight, I wandered back to the NICU to sit in the chair in our little cubby area. Just before 11pm, one of the nurses came over and asked if I'd like to hold her. "Yes please!" I whispered excitedly and tears of joy welled in my eyes.
All of the cords were such a pain, but we snuggled up as best we could in the dimly lit nursery. I sat there for over two hours, watching the monitor and soaking her in, until I was so tired I couldn't keep my eyelids open any longer. She is so beautiful and I am so grateful she came to our family. We can't wait to tell the kids they have another sister and share her name with them, but we want to tell them in person so that we can see their reactions.
As I fell asleep in my lonely little hospital room while babe slept in the NICU and Mike slept in his hospital room, I couldn't help but think about all of the tender mercies and miracles surrounding her birth. Firstly that we delivered in Red Deer where there was a NICU to help her out. Second, that Mike was able to be present for the birth. If I had delivered anywhere else, he would have still been stuck in the hospital hooked up to an IV with a rigid medication schedule. Third, that my prayers for a short delivery were answered. I don't think I could have done a long, full day/night labor. Fourth, that I was blessed with a quick and easy recovery and was able to venture around the hospital to take care of Mike and lift him out of bed and to see Babe when I wanted to. And lastly, not having to worry about who will take care of the rest of our crew as we are fortunate to have my parents right next door to hold down the fort until we are able to go home.
I was reminded of the scripture in Romans 8:28 that says "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God." Truly, all things worked together for our good, even if they weren't according to "plan" and I am so grateful for all of the tender mercies and for the people He has placed in our life when we needed them.








