The long-awaited for moment finally arrived on February 21. Our daughter had contractions a number of times leading up to this date, none of which proved that real labor was in sight. Her actual due date was Valentine’s Day and I was so hoping for the little sweetheart to be born that day. As we know, babies are born when they are ready, yet we were beginning to think that our little granddaughter was refusing to enter the world.
We received a phone call shortly after Michael and I got home from work. Contractions were getting harder but still sporadic. A few more texts and then we really began to get excited. I urged our daughter, Hannah-Grace to call her nurse. She did and the advice was to wait until the contractions were 3-5 minutes apart, preferably 5 minutes. The text updates continued and I suggested they go to the hospital and that we would meet them there. We all arrived within minutes of each other around 9:30 pm.
It felt like forever until they were done prepping her. Were they going to admit her? All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. When we were allowed to go back to their family suite, I was so delighted. Caleb, her fiance, was doing a wonderful job of supporting her through the pain. An epidermal was administered shortly thereafter.
A group of nurses began buzzing around the room, checking the contraction printouts, for lack of the correct medical terminology. The head nurse then entered and the conversation changed from “you can deliver vaginally” to “we need to do a Cesarean” in what seemed like less than 5 minutes. Hannah-Grace agreed if that was going to keep Iris safe. The reason for the change of plans came about when Iris wasn’t recovering well after the contractions. They feared she may not be getting enough blood flow and the umbilical cord may have been under her head in the birth canal. Michael and I gathered around our daughter, said a prayer right there in all of the busyness and gave her and the situation over to God.
Michael and I were hoping to witness the actual birth of our granddaughter and had wanted to document it for Hannah-Grace. The change of plans led us to the waiting room for a very long time. A few close friends and my sister texted me. I tend to get anxious and I know it would have been far worse for me had not Mandy, Linda, Nicole and Joann kept me company via text and facebook messages. They are my prayer warriors and I know I can always count on them.
Finally, we received word that Iris Grace arrived at 1:12 am, weighing a perfect 6.7 oz. and 22 in. long. Mom and baby were doing well. Praise God. Caleb came out and let me go into the recovery room so I could check on my girls. When I got close to Iris and spoke to her, she stopped nursing for a moment and locked eyes with me as if to say, “I KNOW that voice!” It was love at first sight.
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