Tuesday, April 10, 2012

1st & 5th

For those of you who think I blog too much when I should be sleeping, I'll have you know that this post is for you.  ;-)  I had started the continuation of Moriah's birth story, but I'm not even close to finishing.  Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out how to get some sleep tonight with a little girl who apparently isn't too keen on sleeping in her crib.  We'll figure something out...  :)

Anyway, I'll settle for sharing just one picture tonight--my first-born holding my fifth-born.
Josiah has been so excited about his baby sister and so eager to take his turn to hold her (although he's polite enough to be a little more patient than some of the boys in this family).  ;-)  I think these two are going to have a special bond.  Actually, I think Moriah will have a unique, special bond with each of her big brothers!

But, as Josiah said this evening, "We're the I-yah's!"  Josiah and Moriah - such similar names.  Plus, Josiah has Jeff's first name as his middle name, and Moriah has mine.  Despite the almost 10 years that separate my first and my fifth, I have a feeling that these two will be close in heart.  :)

Moriah's Story, Part One

It all began yesterday morning--Monday, April 9--at 1:50 AM.  That's when I suddenly awoke with the realization that, just like with Tobin and Shav, my water was breaking.  I was elated.  Not only was it a sure sign that the wait for Moriah would be over soon, but it was also a clear indication that I should go to the hospital in the not-too-distant future.  Because my contractions tend to be quite manageable until close to the end, I wasn't sure how I would know when to head for the hospital if I didn't have the advantage of a ruptured sac first.

I debated for a moment about whether I should wake Jeff and let him know what was going on or let him sleep longer while I took my typical pre-going-to-the-hospital shower.  Eventually I decided to go ahead and wake him; but if I had known how things were going to go, I would have let him sleep.  I did tell him, after I woke him up and informed him that my water had broken, that he could go back to sleep.  :)  He didn't.  ;-)

I showered, Jeff dressed, he called my parents to let them know what was going on.  After all, Dad was going to need to come up to our house to stay with the boys, and Mom needed to get ready to go with us to the hospital, so we wanted to give them a little time to prepare for that.  Again, if I had known how the morning would unfold, I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to wake them; but in the back of my head I was thinking, "With Tobin, it was only about five hours from water breaking to delivery; and with Shav, it was only about three and a half.  Maybe we should hurry!"  :)

When I called the hospital to have them page the midwife on call, I was delighted when the phone rang and it was Ann on the end of the line.  She listened to my report, asked me some questions, and agreed that I should come to the hospital, telling me that she would call ahead and let them know I was on my way.

We didn't spend much more time at home, only long enough to gather the last few things we needed to take with us.  The house was quiet and dark, and I took a moment to tiptoe into the boys' rooms and silently say "goodbye" and "I love you" to each of them.  I also wished that I could somehow be two places at once, so that I could go to the hospital and give birth to baby sister, but also be at home to hear and see the boys' reactions when they awoke and realized that it was THE DAY!  :)

I rode to the hospital on a seat covered with an old plastic tablecloth, just in case I continued to leak amniotic fluid all over the place.  But oddly, I didn't leak more.  I was sure that the liquid I had felt at 1:50 had been my water breaking, but I was surprised that more was not gushing out; and my contractions were so mild--no stronger than the ones I'd been having for weeks.  I felt a tiny bit of doubt about whether we should indeed be going to the hospital so soon, but regardless, we were on our way and there didn't seem to be anything else to do but go and find out what the midwife had to say about my condition and progress.  As we rode along, I looked out my car window and noticed the beautiful moon--just past full-moon status--shining down on us.  I also thought about how quiet the streets were, and I wondered what the other (few) people who were awake and driving around were doing at that hour of the night.  I do remember having one contraction during the drive that was more powerful and felt more like the "real deal"; it wasn't painful, but it did have more intensity, and it reassured me that maybe we were doing the right thing by going to the hospital already.

We arrived at the hospital and entered, as instructed, through the Emergency Room door.  A nice young man completed the check-in process and--I know he was only doing what he was supposed to--asked some of the strangest questions to complete the forms he was required to do.  One was, "Are you taking any college courses?"  Will someone please tell me what in the world that has to do with the fact that I'm on my way to Family Birthplace to HAVE A BABY??  ;-)  Of course, I didn't say that to him--just laughed and answered, "No."  But really, why do they ask such questions?

While we were waiting there, I felt calm, contented, excited, peaceful.  I wasn't having pain at all.  But I did glance around and notice the people waiting there in the Emergency Room, and then my heart was saddened at the thought of the situations they were facing.  One couple came in with their sick infant, dressed in a cute little sleeper; and I wondered what was wrong with the child and felt grateful that we've never had to take a child to the Emergency Room.

In a few minutes, the registration process was finished, and someone came to push my wheelchair (I really could have walked just fine, but protocol, protocol!) through the deserted hallways to Family Birthplace on the 3rd floor.  The adventure was beginning, and I wondered with great anticipation what lay ahead along the path to meeting Moriah...

Monday, April 9, 2012

Moriah, Tonight

Tonight I gaze in awe on this sweet girl.  Tonight I rejoice in the wonder of seeing my daughter face to face.
Tonight I wanted to begin to tell Moriah's story, but my body is weary and my eyes grow heavy.  Soon, I hope to start the record of her birth.  But for tonight, sleep.  Sweet, peaceful, joyful, thankful sleep.

May I Introduce to You My Daughter?

Unspeakable joy.  Overflowing gratitude.

This is the condition of my heart as I gaze in awe at the beautiful face of my daughter.  My daughter!  What a miracle.

My words will be few, but I couldn't wait to share the news with you, my dear friends and readers.

She was born at 10:57a.m.
Her weight was 8 pounds, 0.7 ounces.
Her length was 19 inches.

Her name?

Moriah Davene Fisher.

Welcome to the world...to our family...to our arms, darling Moriah.  You've already captured our hearts completely!

She's on Her Way!

And so are we...on our way to the hospital, that is!  :)

My water broke at 1:50 AM, and the time has come!

THE
IS
{NEARLY}
OVER
!!!!!

If there is one thing that I'd love for you to specifically pray about (besides health and safety for our baby girl!), it is for overwhelming peace to blanket this whole experience.

Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest,
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest!

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Baby Blessing: Week 40!

Before I say anything else, let me just set one thing straight.  Actually, let me simply repeat here what I wrote on Facebook about midnight last night:

Now that we've officially passed my due date, I'm not going to let myself think that Baby Girl is LATE. As a matter of fact, she's right on time. God's timing. And when that time is complete, she will be born. Until then, I rejoice in her kicks, somersaults, hiccups, twirls, etc. inside me. Watching my stomach move will soon come to an end. Feeling her every motion will be over soon. This phase of being so connected to her is drawing to a close. While it lasts, I will appreciate the glory and beauty of it. And I will not chafe because she is "late." End of story. :)

So, there's no need to ask me how late I am--unless you're trying to drive me crazy; but if you ask, I might happen to mention that I'm one day past my due date.  ;-)  Due dates are just a suggestion though; and if it's acceptable for a woman to deliver two weeks before her due date, it's also fine to deliver two weeks afterwards.  Baby Girl is moving well which is very reassuring, and I'm feeling super...so what's the hurry??  :)
Josiah was the photographer for these pictures we took right after getting home from our Easter service this morning.  He asked, "Are you going to have a picture taken EVERY day until she's born?"  Well, no, my dear; I don't think that's necessary.  But it's not often that Jeff and I have our picture taken together, and I'm thrilled to have these photos.  :)
One of the things that has helped me to stay content during these days of waiting is finding something to look forward to, even if Baby Girl isn't born.  For example, during the past few weeks, I've noticed this particular dress--the one I wore today--hanging in my closet; and I always thought to myself, "IF Easter comes and I haven't given birth, I'll get to wear that dress!"  :)  It's a special dress to me.  I remember wearing it to the wedding of Carlos and Sonia, some friends of ours in San Diego.  Their wedding was held six days before my due date with Josiah, and they had asked Jeff to be the minister for their wedding.  He agreed, provided they had someone else available as back-up, in case I happened to be giving birth at that moment!  :)  All went smoothly, however, and I was able to attend the wedding, Jeff officiated it, and five days later, I gave birth to our firstborn.  :)  I also remember wearing this dress to the beautiful baby shower held for me when I was pregnant with Josiah, as well as other special occasions since then--most recently, Mother's Day when I was pregnant with Shav.  It might be silly, but knowing that I was saving this dress to wear on Easter made it easy to be content with going to church today and still being pregnant!  :)

Other silly things:  I carried a Vanilla Coke (my guilty pleasure: the one soft drink I really love) up from the cellar today, set it on the kitchen counter, and told myself that if I haven't gone into labor by tomorrow afternoon, I'll drink it during my afternoon energy lull.  :)  I also told myself that, if labor hasn't started by tomorrow morning, I'll tackle the project of cleaning up the library/guest room and getting it ready for Jeff's mom who will be coming on April 18th and staying in it.  It will be a great feeling to see progress in that room, as well as being a fun mental diversion for me as I await the start of labor.  Every night before I go to sleep, I very consciously and specifically think about something productive that I can get done the next day; and it's amazing how much that helps me to wake up joyful and excited about the coming day, rather than disappointed that a birth isn't yet on the horizon.

To clarify, however, I'm actually not finding it difficult, for the most part, to be peaceful and content as I await her coming.  Jeff remarked yesterday, "You weren't like this the last time!"  And it's true: there was much more anxiety and much less peace and contentment before Shav's birth.  In fact, unless my memory is faulty, I've never approached a birth this way.  For memory's sake, I want to list a few factors that I am sure are contributing to my steadiness this time around.

First, the less-significant ones.
~ It's spring, my favorite season.  There is more light, there is warmth, the boys can play outside more.  And this year, it's been unseasonably warm and plants have blossomed early, bringing much beauty to the outdoors.
~ We have finished a good portion of our school work for the year, so most days, we do only a little--or none--except for what Josiah and David can do independently.  That frees up my time considerably, to say the least, and gives me the opportunity to focus on some nesting projects, which makes me feel more ready to give birth.
~ Our extracurricular activities have slowed down or stopped as well.  Swimming lessons are over, SVCC (the regular year) is over (except for the Boychoir which will be starting up, but that's much less time and commitment for me), and the only thing still ongoing is violin.  But even with violin, this past week was spring break, so I used the time as a wonderful week of preparation.  As my stress level goes down, my peace and joy go up.

But now, the factors which are much more significant:
~ My times with God first thing in the morning, although they're not happening every single day now, have rooted and grounded me in the truth of His word and the refreshment of His presence.  I do not think it is a coincidence that, here during this year when I've chosen ARISE as my focus, my pre-birth experience has been so wonderful.  That wasn't my motive for choosing ARISE, but I welcome it as a precious side effect.  ;-)
~ Reading and meditating on the book Supernatural Childbirth has also helped me to draw strength from God's promises regarding the blessing of children and childbirth.  Whenever I mention that book, I feel as if I should give a disclaimer, because I know it's a little controversial, and I'd love to explain my thoughts about it.  Really, I'd like to write a whole post about the book, but I haven't gotten around to it yet!  Regardless of all of that, I have benefited greatly from the examples of faith shown in that book.
~ Being part of the church fellowship where we've landed for the past few months has been incredibly helpful in preparing me for this birth.  One of the strengths of this particular congregation is that it is a place where people believe that God still works powerfully, miracles can still happen, and God still desires to pour out His favor on His children.  There have been several sermons in particular that have imparted life-giving, faith-building words into my soul, as well as conversations with people there and even song lyrics that have added significantly to my portion of peace and contentment.

To sum up, I feel as if I've been soaking in a luxurious spiritual bath; and the longer I soak, the more the crusty old worries of the world fall away, and the fresh, child-like faith from above is multiplied within me.  It is not me who is going into this birth (and this "overdue" status!) with such tranquility.  It is Jesus at work within me, and I give Him thanks and honor and glory for it!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Let Me Not Forget

Here on this 7th day of April in the year 2012, let me not forget what happened on a spring day roughly 2,000 years ago.

Here in this beautiful corner of the world called the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, let me not forget what happened in that most beloved of cities, Jerusalem.

Here in my life, as nearly every other thought centers around the tiny one within me, the 40-week mark we reached today, and the birth that must be coming soon, let me not forget that an event of far, FAR greater importance occurred long ago and far away; but its repercussions altered the entire course of human history for all of eternity.

Let me not forget!  Let me not become so self-absorbed that I miss the remembrance that could be--and should be--mine during this Easter season.

Having grown up in a Christian family in which church participation was a vital, normal part of the rhythm of our days, I realize that familiarity with the writings of the Bible and the events of Jesus' life can lead to the dangerous ground of complacency.  How many Easters have I celebrated?  How can I recapture the awe at the magnitude of Jesus' sacrifice for me and the miracle of the resurrection?  How can I keep the significance fresh in my mind and heart?

One thing that helped this year was the following video, which was shown during our church service last Sunday.  As the Twitter-length blurbs appeared on the screen, they brought to my mind the longer texts from the Bible; and I was grateful for the new way of seeing those long-ago, oh-so-familiar events.  What really gripped my heart however?  Seeing the number of followers in its ascent, then descent, then ascent again.  May I be a faithful follower of Him, FOREVER.



May this Easter bring moments of new insight and heart-stopping gratitude to you, my dear readers, and to myself.  Let us not forget that...

...Christ is risen!!!!!