SO many of you have been wanting to hear my labor/birth story of Miss Noa Jane, that I decided to write it out!
Let me give you a quick catch up on all things labor/birth in the Florea house. I desired to go natural with both boys and ended up giving up and getting the epidural both times at 6cm. With Justus, I didn't research or look up how to go natural, but thought I would be able to handle the pain. With Wonder, I studied and practiced the Bradley Method.
This time around, I watched a few natural labor documentaries and such. I thought maybe I could give it another go around if I knew the negative affects epidurals can have on babies and how they could ultimately lead to c-section. I also had a dear friend of mine, Lauren Crabtree, who was due a couple weeks before me who was taking some Bradley Method classes, that I looked to for some labor techniques and any good info she could get from the class. She also gave me some quick tips after she successfully made it through the natural childbirth a couple weeks before me.
However, with all this info on how to make it through and succeed this time at it, I still had epidural on my back burner. I mean come on, after two failed attempts I wasn't naive in thinking I could make it this time. Come on, by now I know I am a weenie at this whole labor process.
Fast forward to the Saturday before baby girl arrives. I had a baby shower that day in Cookeville, and then went to "Girl Friends," a little crafty, girl get together at the River Community Church. Hanging out with a sweet, sweet friend of mine I so admire as a mother and person, Brooke Cook, we got to talking about one of my favorite topics-- ALL things baby and kids. I asked her how she got through all her natural childbirths. Thinking to myself, with all those sweet precious kids she has, surely she knows the golden secret. Waiting for another method, or position to put in my pocket, out of her sweet mouth was, "Jesus." Completely floored she didn't have a method to give me, yet completely amazed that was her answer. She told me she prayed scripture over herself the entire time, and spoke scripture about not fearing, but trusting in Jesus. Mind blowing!! Why had I never thought of that? Of course, I thought about praying my entire 9 months this time about having a supernatural power to endure labor. But I never thought about praying my whole way through labor? I know right? Pastor's wife? You should of thought of that?
I think sometimes, in this life, as long as we have a method, or a way to cope and get through we think we can make it. If that method worked for someone else, it should work for me. Coming from two failed attempts, it didn't work for me.
The next day, Sunday. Jim preached an amazing sermon. Can you guess what about? FEAR! The take away was, the God within us is bigger than the fear around us. Crying on the front row, like every sunday since being pregnant, that man can PREACH! I thought to myself, wow, I can really do this. In the past two days, the Lord has spoken through two people into my life about fear.
Thursday morning. Half asleep, still laying in bed, I heard a voice in my mind say, "Are you ready?" Saying back, in my head, " Ready when you are."
Later that morning Jim was leaving for work and asked if we were having the baby that day. Telling him maybe, because I heard a voice earlier ask me if I was ready for something. He left for work and I messaged him 10mins later, telling him I am not sure if it was the spicy catfish sandwich from the night before or labor, but my tummy was not feeling right. Not quite sure, these messages carried on for about 20 mins, until I decided it was not the spicy sandwich. He came home, we cleaned up the house and went to my midwife office, just to make sure its the real deal. My contractions were every two mins, and I was dilated 5-6cm. In disbelief because it didn't hurt, I said are you sure this isn't false labor? My midwife reassured and said no it isn't false, go ahead and get to the hospital.
Arrived at Vanderbilt around 10:30am, and found myself relaxing in the labor tub not long after. I sat in that tub for about four hours letting worship music wash over me, until we decided to walk around and try to get things going. No pain whatsoever, and still not convinced this was the real deal! Neither were the midwives, nurses, or doctors who saw me walking the halls smiling and laughing. All day of a painless labor, finally I asked my midwife to break my water at 7-8 cm dilated so I can get a baby here. I mean why not? Its been painless so far, and I am starting to feel sorry for my doula since she doesn't have anything to do!!
Water was broken. I sat on the labor ball, while my pain went from zero to about a seven in a couple of minutes. My doula was in full action massaging my back with tennis balls. Making it over each contraction praying over myself not to fear, Jim whispering scripture and helping massage, my worship music playing in the background, my doulas hands working out my back, my pain was totally manageable. We decided to move to the labor tub. I got in the water and my pain went from a seven to a ten in a matter of two contractions. I then said the magic words, "I fell like I have to push." Everyone in a panic, me about to pass out, they get me out of the tub to the bed to have a baby.
From the time my water broke to having a baby, it all happened within 45-60mins. It was so quick. Laying on the bed, pushing little Miss Noa out into the world, my favorite song just happened to be playing in those moments. "Come to Me" by Bethel Music & Jenn Johnson. Feeling blessed, and overwhelmed, out came my chunky Noa Jane! All I could think about was, did I just do that? Did I really just have a baby? No technique, no method? Just Jesus!
Completely amazed. And so was everyone else. Every nurse, and midwife in there could not believe the labor/birth they just witnessed. All of them were sure to say, mine was the most amazing they had ever seen, or it is their ideal labor/birth they want for themselves one day. Also telling me how amazed they were I just had a 10lb 7ounce baby! How does this even happen?
Even now as I type this, 6 days later, I am completely overwhelmed by the experience I had only by one name, Jesus. Jesus, and his truth that sang over me that day was all I needed.
And I cannot thank Jesus enough for using Brooke Cook & Jim to speak into my life and point me towards Jesus. He knew the desires of my heart having this third baby, and gave me everything and more! It was the most painless, relaxing, beautiful day. I am so thankful for that last hour of work after my water broke. I may have had a painless 1-8cm, but I am so thankful for a little pain in the end to remind me not to fear and that Jesus is all I need.