It was very early in the morning as I walked or was more like I waddled to the car. The baby I was carrying had a due date that had come and gone. The week before I had been admitted to the hospital but even medical intervention to induce her had not brought fore a baby. After a full day in hospital and no pain or movement, my doctors had said “baby isn’t ready. Go home and wait.”

My bag had been packed for weeks. My mind had been ready to meet this little one for weeks as well. I was sure I was going to be eternally pregnant. I had a scripture verse I was holding onto. “All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:16 I knew this baby would be born on the day God ordained and the good news was not a day later, bad news was not a day sooner.

So on Thursday morning May 31, we awoke early to drive to the hospital to “have” this baby. I was up and ready to go. As we are heading out the door, Bruce, my hubby, announces he has to check the oil in the car first. what?!? Then as we drive the almost 30 miles to the hospital Bruce announces he is going to drive thru McDonald’s to get coffee. Did I mention I couldn’t eat or drink anything? An added note at the time McDonald’s sold this yummy little cinnamon buns which he also purchased. really?!? By the time we got to the hospital I was ready to “kill him”. I can look back now and realize that he was nervous and that was his way of coping but is wasn’t a pretty scene as we finally arrived at the hospital.

I am admitted, gowned and the attempt to induce begins again. But this time I have one contraction and the baby’s heart rate drops. I am rolled on my left site, oxygen mask on my face and my doctor is called. All is good within seconds. One of my two doctors will come in and recommend since my body hasn’t done any of the necessary things to deliver a baby and it has been 3 weeks since my due date that they should perform a C section. My husband says “can’t we just wait until she has it naturally”. To which I say “doctor could you excuse us a moment.” My doctor walks out and I ask my beloved hubby why and what is he thinking. He states “everyone has been praying for a safe delivery so I think we should wait.” I said “we will wait until 3:30 when both of my doctors can be here. But if God hasn’t delivered this baby naturally by 3:30, the doctors are delivering it by C section.”

I will watch my C section in the mirror my doctors placed for me to see. Bruce will be seated by my left shoulder and take photos but not gross photos as I instructed. There will be a curtained draped to separate my lower body from my range of view. I will have the sensation that my doctors are 1/2 way across the room but in reality I am not that tall. I will see our baby be taken from my body. It is a girl. She will be totally wrapped in her cord and the doctors will comment “someone was watching out for her.” I will hear her cry and the nurse will lay her little face on my left cheek. I can still feel her cheek. She will be cleaned up and Bruce will accompany her to the nursery. And today May 31, 2014 that baby turns 30 years old.

She was worth the wait. I am so blessed to be her mom. I am so proud of the person she has become. Happy Birthday!!