Stay Tuned for Labor Post :)

 

One of the beautiful perks of my faith is that I feel that I am never alone, and although my wife and I were taking on this new adventure at the hospital knowing that family would not be arriving, it was comforting to know that they were just a phone call away.

Right after my wife had announced her "pop" and gone to check it out in the restroom, I immediately called sister 1, no answer, sister 2, no answer, sister 3, no answer. Honestly, when I am having my moment, they are all snoring away!  LOL So, I did what I knew would wake them up and I called the house phone which echos all throughout.  My Dad answers, "Alo," and I respond, "Dad, I don't want you to worry, but I am pretty sure that my wife just went into labor, she started her contractions and we're going to head to the hospital soon."  My Dad responds, "Oh, ok, well, you know that happens, her contractions will start getting stronger and stronger and you'll have to go to the hospital.  Let me get your sister."  My Dad cracks me up all the time because he is the knower of all things, including labor and delivery.  "Dad, don't wake them up, I already called them and they are all sleeping.  When they wake up, let them know that we will be at the hospital and that I will keep them posted, but remind them the reception is not the best there."  My Dad replied, "Ok, be careful, and may God bless you."

It was 2 a.m. when I sent the screenshot of the contraction timer in the family chat.  Shortly after that a young doctor came in, cracking jokes with nurse F, asked a few questions and began her cervical exam.  He determined that she was about 2 cm dilated and that it was thin enough to admit us for the night.  Now it was all about waiting for the cervix to dilate further naturally.

Then, the anesthesiologist arrived and they let me know that I had to step out for this procedure, and nurse F walked me to the empty visiting room and let me know that it would take about 10-15 minutes and she would come back and pick me up.  So there I was in the visiting room, alone, thinking to myself and talking to God and saying, "wow, I can't believe this is actually happening." I snapped a few shots of the room to have record of it and I snapped a picture of the clock approximately 2 minutes after I arrived when I remembered to take pictures.

3 a.m. I smiled. 3 a.m. is the hour that I have been waking up at for the past year, on the dot, without being able to go back to sleep for about 2.5 hours.  I had shared with my wife that I thought God was training me on purpose by waking me up at 3 a.m. so that when JJ was here, I wouldn't be as tired and would be able to take my turn caring for him.  Here is what I have heard about 3 a.m. spiritually:

Church teaching says nothing about the time of 3 a.m. However, in popular culture it has become known as the “devil’s hour.” This is because Gospel tradition reports that Jesus died at 3 p.m., and so—because the devil likes to mock God—the inverse hour of 3 a.m. is considered the time the devil chooses to manifest most forcefully in the world. Some also claim that due to the large amount of sin committed at 3 a.m. the Communion of Saints often awakens individuals at this time in order to prompt them to pray for others.

Sure enough, it has become my new normal to wake up at 3 a.m. and I indeed pray.  Usually, I read the Gospel, which I have started to do from the Old Testament, then I watch a movie on my Netflix phone app about Jesus, his Disciples, etc., and then by the time I get sleepy I start to pray, and that usually does the trick for me.  There is something comforting to me about falling asleep thinking about Jesus.

What's interesting is that I recently spoke to my cousins who are also believers and they all wake up at 3 a.m., too!  Crazy!  As well as my sisters, ever since my mom passed away in November 2015.  The cousins who are not necessarily believers, said they all wake up later...LOL .  Coincidence?

So right on time, Sister C calls me when I was in the visiting room to check in.  We laughed about how they were all asleep and I let her know that I would text her later.  Nurse F had come to pick me back up.

It was 3:23 a.m. when my sister C texted me to see how the Epidural had gone, the following is our chat conversation:

Sister C: Good morning, how is she doing?
Me: All the updates are on PhotoCircle
Sister C: Okay
Me: They are about to put her catheter in, pobrecita, she's snoring right now, she was in so much pain, but she's been researching all these breathing techniques and massaging that I could do during her contractions, and it helped her.  Doctor told her that he was impressed with her techniques.  She was like, "YouTube" lol
And all the way here, every time she had a contraction, I prayed the Our Father and Hail Mary's until it was over, that kept us both calm
Sister C: That's good, I am praying for a speedy delivery and for you too.  The hospital looks deserted. I am sad we can't be there. 😥
Me: Me too, but we will be home soon
Sister C: Remember to ask for pampers and take all you can from the hospital (Sidenote: I call this the Latino Poverty Syndrome-you gotta take all that you can when it's offered, LOL)
Me: Yes, I will.  There is this baby who was just born across the way and he/she was screaming like crazy lol. It's very surreal.
Sister C: I know Sister I is off this week, she can go help you if you guys need her
Me: ok
Sister C: How many pounds is JJ?
Me: We don't know yet but he's at least 7 pounds

My wife woke up, I asked her how she was feeling, and since the Epidural kicked in, we decided to read to JJ his Angel Prayer book, had the angel Gabriel lead us in the Our Father, both languages, and I blessed my wife and the baby with the holy water Sister M had acquired for me to keep handy ever since my born-again moment, almost one year ago. Then, we rested for an hour.

I am in awe with the power of faith and its benefits, especially when the Lord communicates that "there will be a beautiful simplicity about your life: a time for everything, and everything in its time." My wife and I had not slept before going into labor and now there we were in the small pre-labor room that includes a personal bathroom, wide awake in anticipation of our JJs arrival.

We were blessed with a wonderful nurse who infused plenty of humor as part of her service. After my wife changed into her hospital gown, nurse F came in an asked us a few questions: the amount of time between contractions, the pain level she was in, when the contractions began, had the mucous plug come out, and had we been in contact recently with anyone who had traveled to China-a standard question now with every single medical visit.  Nurse F brought my wife a pink pitcher of ice chips and also asked us if we had a birth plan.

We had talked about a birth plan, but I had never written it down because I had it memorized, but it is always a good idea to have it written down in case you experience a case of nerves or are in too much pain.  The Baby Center App explains early on about the importance of a partner being an advocate during labor, when your spouse is distracted by the pain, not to mention the "no joke" effect of hormones.  So I shared with nurse F that she would want an epidural as soon as possible, we didn't want any pacifiers because we wanted to breastfeed, we wanted a mirror as part of the delivery (for my learning of course), and JJ would be circumcised. The nurse then recorded that information on the Labor and Delivery Care Board so that it's clear and available for reference.

Nurse F let us know that the doctor would come in as soon as possible to assess her cervix and the anesthesiologist would also be along shortly, and that all she could have are small ice chips.  My wife's pain was increasing with each contraction and she preferred to go through the contractions standing rather than lying in bed.  At this point, I was still recording contractions on the app, and she was already hooked up to all the machines, including the fetal monitor that was tracking the depth of her contractions, with a few devices wrapped around her belly.

I was sitting in the side chair, trying to get drinks of water because the room was a little hot, but before I knew it, she was having another contraction and I had to focus on turning the timer on in the phone and my wife would call me over to do the dance with her, so that she was able to lean on me while she breathed through the pain.  The nurse had recommended for us to catch some rest, but we were wide awake, energized, and ready for next steps.  

By the way, at some point I had a moment to sneak out to snap a picture of the number of our room, which was number 8.  Remember when I said that I now believe everything is connected?  Seeing the number 8 put a little smile on my face because 8, turned sideways, is the symbol of infinity, and infinity is a symbol used to describe the Alpha and Omega, the Almighty God.  To me, that was a sign that God was with us, not to mention that it matches the infinity necklace I bought my wife to celebrate our love, our pregnancy, and is a connection back to specific aspects of my transformational experience (those connections will become more clear later when I discuss that in depth).  Now you're thinking, "I didn't know she was crazy and a conspiracy theorist?" LOL Well, I now embrace and own my quirks, and I take comfort in knowing that God is probably the only one who gets me. :)

I am grateful for the the gift of Peace that the Lord has instilled in me.  As Sarah Young describes it in her Jesus Calling devotional, "a gift of such immense proportions that you cannot fathom its depth or breadth."  For as long as I could remember, I did not live in peace, instead I internally lived in fear, shame, anger, sadness, anguish, resentment, etc.  It wasn't until I made the choice to live for Christ that I truly understood what it meant to exist in a peaceful state of being.  So when I heard the hospital nurse on speaker phone advise my wife to wait another 2 hours before we drove to the hospital (and we had to call and get permission first) to ensure that the contractions were constant and that her pain was immense, it didn't give me anxiety.  My peaceful self thought, "Yeah right, we are not waiting that long with her contractions being 2-3 minutes apart!" So as I heard my wife's breathing begin to increase and her pain grow stronger, I decided to continue timing the contractions for another 30 minutes to have some concrete data, and then we would start our 45 minute drive to the hospital, in the pouring rain.

One of the aspects I love about my wife is how she surprises me with her growth and wisdom.  I always perceived myself as the more organized one, the more experienced one, the more resourceful one, and it is very humbling when I see these strengths growing in action within her.  A few days before going into labor, my wife had pulled me aside to have me watch the "Slow Dance" video on the Baby Center App, you can view it at minute 2:21 here:
https://www.babycenter.com/2_pregnancy-massage-for-labor-pain_10413818.bc

Honestly, I laughed at the thought of doing this, but we tried it and it was amusing, but I never imagined actually applying it during labor.  So when I saw how hard she was breathing and verbally expressing pain as she paced back and forth in the living room, I asked, "Why don't you come sit down on the couch with me and rest?"  She replied, "I will, I am just trying to walk around to ease the pain."  It was then that I remembered our funny moment of trying it out this technique and I quickly said, "Come here, let's try this." So we swayed, left right, left right, left, right, as I heard her breathe in and out in pain.  When she would breathe out the contraction I would put pressure in her lower back with my fingers as the video suggested.  I am not sure I provided much relief, she will be able to tell you when she starts writing, but I sure remember it as a very tender moment and in my head I was thanking God that he was guiding us through this process.

Something that has changed in my life dramatically is meditation through prayer.  As I have grown older, I have understood the importance of forming healthy habits to cope with stress, challenges, life in general, and none has been more powerful in my life than finding peace through prayer.  As I was ensuring that all we needed was in the car, my wife asked me if we should call the hospital because at our labor and delivery orientation they let us know not to call until you were truly in constant pain and your contractions were close to each other.  Well, I remembered that the Baby Center App had this handy dandy tool called the Contraction Timer, so every time she started hurting, I would start the timer and push it again when she stopped hurting.  The literature and the doctors tell you that you shouldn't go to the doctor until your contractions are occurring every 4-5 minutes and have lasted for at least 2 hours, or they will send you back home (I have never seen that happen in the movies!) Well, here was my wife's timer, give or take a few seconds of error.  I will give you a few seconds to analyze and process:

Are you making the same connection I was making that delivery eve?  Clearly, the answer to my wife's question, "Should I call the hospital?"  was, in my strong yet supportive tone, "Absolutely babe.  Your contractions have been every 2-3 minutes since you started, and just so you know, I wasn't serious about performing an emergency delivery in the car." Yes, I watched YouTube videos to prepare me in case I had to deliver JJ in the car. LOL Remember, when I said I like to be pro-active?  Well, I even bought an emergency delivery kit to go in the hospital bag, just in case.  You never know, right?  The drive to the hospital was 45 minutes with heavy traffic every single time we went in for a check-up, and finding a parking space in the structure at the hospital reminded me of college when I had to hunt down people, stalk them, and wait until they left their spot for me to zoom in before anyone else could beat me to it.  We even had identified spots of interest that were on the main street like McDonald's where I would be ok delivering JJ, in an emergency. One day, my wife had pointed out that there was a Del Taco on the right-handside of the street, and I was like, "no, never in a Del Taco parking lot."  I have standards, you know? LOL

So as she called the hospital nurses, I started cleaning the house, taking all the trash out, washing the leftover dishes, preparing our puppy to remain in the master shower where he would have plenty of space to lay out and go potty if he needed to.  While going into robotic mode in getting everything accomplished swiftly, I started praying: "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.  Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, AMEN." 🙏