*Warning: This story is aimed at anyone who enjoys the nitty-gritty of a good birth story.*
It occured to me that women are generally in love with a good birth story. My brother works with a group of ladies in an office, and they are constantly sharing their own ‘battle’ stories or craving the latest details of someone else’s story.
So, I thought I would take a moment and share the nitty gritty of how our newborn son, Hudson Taylor Andrew Epp made it into this world and will hopefully fulfill the destiny God has placed in front of him.
I was officially a week overdue on Friday morning, November 4, 2011. I had resigned to being patient and trying to work on my character, rather than hurry through the events of life. I was at peace. It was good.
Andrew was home from work because I was scheduled for a non-stress-test at the hospital, just to make sure our little man was doing fine in utero. I wasn’t worried about it because he was still plenty active and I’d been hooked up to the monitors before with the inductions of my other two children.
So, we went to the park. We walked and enjoyed a GORGEOUSLY mild, sunny November day and I even managed a small lunch. (There’s not much room left when you are only 5 feet tall and carrying a 21″ baby…)
Suprise! The midwife phoned just after lunch and let me know that the obstetrician on duty at the hospital had an opening and was willing to supervise my midwife when she broke my water… (technically it’s an induction if they break your water before you are having contractions, and as of yet, midwives in Ontario are not allowed to induce labour without the supervision of an OB.)
Eek. The fear of my upcoming delivery started to creep into my heart. I’ve always hated being induced because you KNOW when you are going to the hospital. Wouldn’t it just be easier if you were taken by surprise by your contractions? Then you wouldn’t have time to think about anything…
But I did have time. While were driving to the hospital I told Andrew that I needed him to help me find something to focus on. I was using Psalm 23 as my prop, but it was getting hard to swallow my fear of the pain. It’s so funny- the fear of pain is actually MORE painful than the pain itself.
I asked the Lord right then and there to give me something to focus on. His word promises that ‘perfect love casts out all fear’ and I know that He loves me perfectly–so I’ ve learned to rely on His love to drive away my fears. Sometimes I have to just keep focusing on Him even when the knee-knocking fear is banging on the doors of all my nerves.
(somehow though- the answer was slow in coming…)
We arrived at the gorgeously renovated Stratford hospital which is right on the Avon river- surrounded by parks, gardens, trees and wildlife. Perfect.
The OB was a little late, but when he came into the room (our midwife was with us the whole time) he was ultra-happy and so perfect! He confirmed that the head had descended enough (this was a concern earlier in the week because I was walking around 4-5cm dialated for almost 3 weeks and the head was still not down in the birth canal. I had almost too much amniotic fluid, so the midwife was concerned that if my water broke prior to the head engaging in the birth canal the umbilical cord would slip past the head and get pinched during labour. Aka- emergency c-section. Ewh.)
But, all was well. He broke my water and then handed the whole show back over to my midwife. (Another huge blessing, since normally the OB has to be involved in the birth…and I REALLY wanted to experience what it was like with a midwife.) Time: 3:30pm.
At this point I should spare some graphic details- but I felt that I was floating away on a sea of water! * grin* I was drenched and the midwife decided to continue draining the water, so we spent another 10 minutes getting Hudson ready to arrive….
And then, shock! I was told to get dressed in my street clothes and go for dinner and a walk! What? Are they crazy? I just had my water broken and was starting to seriously cramp… what if the baby was born at Tim Hortons? Eek!
At this point, I was at my weakest. The fear gripped me and I thought I wouldn’t be able to swallow any dinner, much less LEAVE the hospital. And just like that, God intervened. Andrew’s brother phoned him to let him know that he and his wife were ALSO in labour at that moment. Seriously- that announcement gave me a tangible focus. I was able to knuckle down and think about my lovely sister-in-law also labouring with me, and it felt like I wasn’t alone. I had a flash of the verse where it says we are “co-labourers” with Christ and was reminded again that He is with us ALWAYS and that He sends Help in our time of need. For me, it was the knowledge that I was labouring along side of my sister-in-law and that we would soon have babies to share.
(and, God does use our weakness too. I have to admit that I am ‘mildly’ competitive, and find deep motivation within myself if I feel like I want to ‘win’ something…so I decided that I was going to pop Hudson out faster than my sister-in-law– -so LAME! But it helped me to fix my eyes on the moment and not on the fear.)
So, we parked our bags in the most gorgeous birthing suite I’ve ever seen, and took off for Tim Horton’s. I ordered a soup and Andrew started timing my contractions–within 1/2 hr of my water being broken I managed to progress to fairly intense contractions that were 3 minutes apart. It was time to get out of the restaurant before I disturbed the lovely older ladies that were enjoying their scones.
Off to the river we went. Andrew held my hand and we SLOWLY progressed through some of the most peaceful, gorgeous park I’ve ever seen. Every time my contractions were too strong to handle I could look up and see the squirrels busily eating maple keys in the trees and remember that normal life would return soon.
But then it was TOO much. I got to a section of the trail and didn’t know if I could make it back. (I had a funny thought of Andrew trying to carry me while I was in labour back to the car through the trail…that just seemed seriously awkward!) Time: 6:30pm
We got back to the hospital and I knew I needed to get this show on the road. I needed a bathtub, toilet and laughing gas! Come on people! Let’s move! Our midwife showed up just after I finished disposing of that soup, and Andrew got me set up into one of those astonishingly lovely hospital gowns (no sarcasm…)
At that point I decided it was easier to labour either standing or kneeling backwards with my body draped over the bed. Our midwife gave me the laughing gas and it was USELESS. (My sources told me that it would either really help, or would serve as a purposeful distraction from pain–I found neither to be true.)
So I begged. I forgot how incredibly painful labour is. I asked for the next step up from the gas, and there was morphine available. Why not? Again. It did nothing. Nothing except make my speech slur…. which was the perfect excuse for Andrew later.
I hopped into the jacuzzi tub (love the water when you are having contractions!) and began to beg Andrew to ask the midwife if I could safely take the morphine with an epidural… and he lovingly pretended that he couldn’t hear me or that he couldn’t understand me…and managed to distract me until I was ready to push… too late for an epidural! (They wouldn’t have given me one anyhow… I was progressing way too fast…) Time: 9:10pm
A quick transition to the bed, a second midwife later and lots of tears brought Hudson into the world. Time:9:26pm
Andrew really enjoyed this birth. There was no hustling of millions of nurses, no fetal heart rate monitors, no waiting for an OB, and he was able to pull Hudson out… wow. (It was a little trickier to deliver him with no fluid left- dry is not my favourite way to go…)
The midwives and Andrew took such amazing care of Hudson and I and even gave us his first little poster with his foot prints on it! They cooed and awed over him like it was their first baby delivery (which makes a mother feel even prouder) and left our little family shortly after.
I stayed the night (apparently you can’t leave until you pee- and I was totally dehydrated so one catheter later they figured out that I would need to drink more…)
And then moved us to a smaller room. Interestingly, two details had escaped us upon arrival at the hospital. One- no grandparents, siblings or visitors were allowed in the maternity ward EXCEPT at designated visiting hours- and they were SERIOUS. There was NO sneaking in. Poor nana, papa’s and grandma!
Second- infants have chip encoded leg bands that set off security alarms that are at the doors of the ward, so you can’t even put the baby up to the window for the poor grandparents.
Thus, I opted to come home at dinner time the next day…and share the wealth our little man with the people who love him.
So we arrived home. Olivia and Alex are in love. Andrew and I are in love. Our little family is in love. It’s been the best transition we could have ever imagined, and Andrew is already trying to talk me into another baby! He even promised me a mini-van (Laugh!)…
Hudson Taylor Andrew Epp is named for the famous missionary James Hudson Taylor who was one of the first English missionaries to China. He came from a humble background and saw amazing things happen during his very difficult life in China. He started the China Inland Mission (which is now OMF International) and even came to Niagara Falls on a evangelistic campaign in the 1800’s. Ruth Bell Graham (Billie Graham’s wife) grew up in China serving under his legacy and I read both of their stories a million times as child. We are praying that Hudson will have a legacy of faith like his namesake. We have dedicated his life to the Lord, no matter what may come, and desire that he would go where ever God would send him (even if it’s hard for us to let him go!) If you are praying for our family, know that each of our children have been birthed with joy in our hearts and a knowledge that God has entrusted us to teach them about who He is and help them to find their God-given purpose. We are praying Hudson would be strong, faithful and courageous.
In concluding- I feel such thankfulness. God has been so good to me. His love endures forever. He doesn’t give me perfect pregnancies, He teaches me difficult life lessons, and yet, His goodness shines through when I hold Hudson in my arms. I remember that no matter what I must bear in life, when I get to heaven, being in Christ’s presence will be so much better than even being in the presence of my newborn. Endure and persevere. Hold close to Christ in faith and our reward WILL be made full when we leave this earth.