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Lily’s Birth Day

Lily’s birth story

If you know me or been following me, you know that I did not enjoy pregnancy at all and had been dreading labor and delivery. I’ve had my fair share of medical attention growing up which has caused me much fear of doctors and so delivering is something I’ve feared for as long as I can remember.

This is a story of pure joy and answered prayers. God used one of the hardest times in my life to bring blessings better than I could have ever imagined.

So, July 17, 2016, the day I found out I was pregnant, I began to pray for my pregnancy. I prayed for my baby’s health, my health, and her delivery throughout the entire 9 months. Daily I asked for peace, relief, comfort, and safety. And above all, I prayed I would keep my eyes focused on Jesus, who is my hope and strength, and that I would depend on Him every moment, especially during labor and delivery.

So now for the juicy part…

March 27, 2017 was Lily’s due date. It came and went with no contractions or any sign that Lily was on the way. There’s something about your due date that once it’s here and no sign of baby, you start to lose hope. My husband constantly reminded me that only 5% of babies are born on their due date, and the average of firstborn children are at least 1 week late. I didn’t care about the facts though. I wanted the delivery to be over. I wanted Lily to be in my arms rather than in my womb, and I did not want to be induced (for reasons I won’t go into here).

On April 2nd I finally felt contractions the entire day, but they weren’t really painful, more just uncomfortable. They started 20-30 minutes apart, so I went on a walk with a friend, cleaned the house (for the 100th time in 3 weeks), and hosted church small group. I was trying to not get my hopes up but I was hopeful anyway. The contractions began to hurt more that night and into the next morning but they were still far apart.

The next day, April 3rd, my 41 week appointment was scheduled. I called the doctor before and told them about my contractions, and they said to bring all your stuff for the hospital just in case it’s baby time. At my appointment the doctor told me I was only 1 cm dilated which is what I had been dilated for the past 3 weeks. The doctor said it’s not baby time yet, and my contractions may stop or continue for a few more days which was really discouraging. I thought I had progressed somewhat since I had contractions for 24 hours at this point.

We went home and I tried to keep myself occupied and happy, but honestly it was really difficult. I felt like I had hit a wall of discouragement. That night I cried for an hour because I was dreading being induced and I was so tired of waiting and the anticipation. So Jimmy sat with me in bed, lit a candle, turned on spa music, and we watched the NCAA championship game.

As soon as I calmed down, a contraction hit me hard. I fell over from the pain and then started shaking uncontrollably. Ten minutes later another one came, and then after a few more. The painful contractions started at 10:30 pm, and by 11:30 pm they were all 5-8 minutes apart and left me crippled in pain, but the doctor told us to come to the hospital when they were consistently 5 minutes apart for 2 hours.

At 12 AM Jimmy decided it was time to go to the hospital because I looked like I was dying. Once we got in the car, I had one or two that were 8 minutes apart, so we prayed that the hospital would admit me. We really didn’t want to be turned away AND I was in so much pain I didn’t know how I could handle anymore of it (I planned on getting an epidural).

We got to the hospital and I first had to be checked by the doctor to determine if they would admit me for delivery. When the doctor told the nurse I was 4 cm dilated and that I was going to have my baby, Jimmy and I looked at each other with tears because we were so grateful that God answered our prayers. We couldn’t believe we were finally going to see our baby!

Later we found out through the nurse that we had the doctor who was known to be way more generous with admitting pregnant women. I probably threw up praise hands when she told us that. Two specific prayers were answered: I wouldn’t have to be induced and we didn’t get turned away from the hospital.

When we got to our delivery room, I immediately asked for the epidural. About 2 hours later, they insert the epidural (which is way less scary than I thought), and I felt like a million bucks :). I was supposed to sleep but I was too drugged and too excited so I talked to the nurses most of the morning. At 6 am-ish the doctor breaks my water and says I am at 7-8 cm. At 8 am we are supposed to see the doctor again, but the doctor doesn’t come in till about 10 am. She looks at my contractions on the monitor and says she will come back in 30 minutes or so to see if I’m ready. I had a feeling I was ready even though I couldn’t feel anything, but I didn’t say anything. Right then the nurses walked in and the doctor changes her mind and checks me and then says I am 10 cm, ready to push!

(Mom putting on makeup before I start pushing though I’m about to cry it all away)

I cannot tell you how excited I was. Jimmy starts pacing the room because he’s so excited and we both can’t believe what’s about to happen. Around 10:30 am I begin to push with Jimmy holding one leg, my mom holding the other, and two nurses watching. I also had Anthem Lights playing hit cover songs in the background :). To my surprise, I honestly felt the best I had felt all 9 months of pregnancy. I felt amazing! I was so pumped up…. my mom and Jimmy were more tired than me during the pushing process (lol). I kept saying, ” LETS GO, PEOPLE!” I think the nurses thought I was crazy :). For two hours I pushed and didn’t even get tired (THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR THE EPIDURAL). I also never got nauseous which was another prayer/hope of mine because I’ve heard a lot of women get super nauseous and I had been nauseous all pregnancy.

12:29 pm one last push and BABY GIRL WAS HERE!!!!

It was the most magical moment ever. I loved it even more than our wedding day. It was better than I could ever have imagined. Jimmy and I cried together as we looked at her out of pure joy and thankfulness. I will never forget his face when he saw her for the first time.

April 4th, 7 pounds even, 20 inches long, and perfectly healthy. What a miracle <3.

I am also so thankful my mom was with us for support and encouragement and to take pictures and videos that I will cherish forever!!! It was a huge gift to have her there.

The rest of the day was history.

Family and friends visiting, the most amazing and fun moments holding my baby girl, watching Jimmy hold her in awe… the best day of my life.

God clearly answered so many of my prayers. In fact, the day before I prayed Philippians 4:6-7:

“God, please help me to not be anxious about anything but by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let my requests be made known to you-

  • that I won’t be anxious about medical attention
  • that labor and delivery will be smooth and no complications
  • that Lily and I will be healthy
  • that Jimmy and I will bond deeper through this
  • that it will be a time of JOY

I pray I will experience your peace which surpasses all understanding and you will guard my heart and mind in Jesus. Amen”

A day that I was anxious about more than ever became the best day of my life.

All glory and honor be to Jesus. This day was not in our control whatsoever, but that made it so much sweeter.

More Lily things to come!

Be on the lookout for the next post which will have some highlights of life at home with Lily <3.



4 thoughts on “Lily’s Birth Day

  1. I am in tears. I loved everything about this whole entry. I am currently 40 weeks pregnant and felt like you were speaking directly to me. I am taking your Phillipians anxiety prayer and putting it into practice. Your baby girl is gorgeous and perfect in every way. Thank you so much for sharing this.

    1. Hi alexia! You’re so kind and thanks so much for commenting. Saying a prayer for you and your baby now! ❤

  2. Thank you so much for sharing your wonderul story. I’m in my 1st trimester of pregnancy, still have a long journey but I know God is always there for us guiding me and my baby. I thank the Lord for an answered prayer and I cannot fathom His wonders in our lives. Lily is so beautiful. God bless us always.

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