I am so excited to say that I am finally ready to get back to work after giving birth to our little girl. This is going to be a little lengthy, but I wanted to share my birth story with you all and catch you up on our life....
On Monday January 30, 2017 at 2:14pm our sweet Eliza Grace was born. I began labor Sunday morning at 6am. Finally, around midnight we decided it was time to head to the hospital. Little did we know I still had a long way to go. When we got to the hospital, our doula suggested I labored for a while outside until things got a little more intense. That didn’t last long. I was very uncomfortable and wanted to just be in my room, without my dumb leggings on with the freedom to labor the way I wanted. At this point my contractions were about 2-3 minutes apart. We checked in and my desires of getting into a room and getting comfortable went down the drain. I was 1 cm! My water broke right after I was checked but that wasn’t enough for my fabulous nurse. :) I had to wait for them to send the fluid to a lab BLAH BLAH BLAH I don’t know, I was hardly listening. So I went out into the waiting area to walk around. Thankfully, it was not busy. The only two people who had the pleasure of hearing my grunts were the security guard and one woman sitting in the waiting area. My contractions were getting stronger and stronger. By 4am, my contractions were a minute apart. I was starting to feel like I couldn’t handle it anymore. I thought that was it, Eliza was coming. I went back into triage and I was still 1cm. I felt absolutely DEFEATED. At this point my nurse couldn’t even complete a sentence without me saying, “Wait, another one! Give me a second.” How could I be 1 cm?! They finally checked me in as the lab results showed my water was broke. SURPRISE! By 6am I was exhausted and decided I needed to get some relief so I could rest. I felt disappointed. Would this epidural help me relax so I could dilate? Or would this just make things worse? I felt like a complete failure. But my husband and doula encouraged and let me know that getting this epidural did not make me a failure. It was OKAY. By 9am I was 8 cm. THANK YOU JESUS! By 9:45 I felt tons of pressure and was ready to push. They checked me and I was 10 cm. I pushed and pushed….and pushed….and pushed. Around 2:11pm, Eliza’s heart rate went down super fast. The room within seconds was filled with doctors and nurses. They had to use the vacuum to get her out right away. I was hysterical as that was not what I wanted. But it needed to be done, it was either that or a c-section. With two pushes, my sweet girl came out! She had a big cry right away and her eyes were wide open. My sweet girl was here and she was perfect.
Although things were NOT the way my husband and I planned. They were the way GOD had planned. She is healthy and whole and just perfect. Having Eliza taught me to trust God in a way I never have before. To trust him when things that we didn’t want to happen, had to happen. His ways are higher than ours. I didn’t want an epidural, I didn’t want my daughter to come out with the vacuum. But it happened and IT’S OKAY. From the womb my sweet girl has been protected and in the hands of Jesus. I saw it with my very own eyes on January 30th and I see it every day as she grows.
That night, our room was full of family and friends celebrating Eliza’s life. Minus one important person.
January 30 is my grandpa’s birthday. The week before, he called me everyday. I was overdue and he wanted to know if anything was happening. He told me what a dream it would be if she was born on his birthday.
The next morning, my mom and dad came to see us and brought us some breakfast. After I ate, she gave me the news that my grandfather left to be with Jesus the day before.
On our way to the hospital the night before, my mom called my grandpa to let him know I was going in to have the baby. It was super late, so she left him a voicemail. When we got home a couple days later, looking in his phone we realized the voicemail was heard. He heard it. He knew his dream was coming true. I was a week and a day past my due date and I moaned and groaned about it, but little did I know God had something planned. I thank God for answering my grandpa’s prayer. I thank God that although my grandpa isn't with us anymore, God gave us the gift of Eliza’s life. I thank God for bringing us light and joy in the middle of our loss. Every time my sweet girl turns red like a red pepper when she’s upset, it reminds me of my grandpa. And now every year on her birthday we will celebrate my grandpa’s life and her life. I will always miss you, grandpa.....
“The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised.” Job 1:21
With all that being said, we are all doing well. I am fully recovered and feeling much better. My girl is growing so fast and so beautifully. She is now two months old. We love watching her grow!
I am ready to start booking sessions again! So please contact me to book your session.
**Unfortunately, I will not be booking any weddings until further notice.
Thank you all for reading! <3