believe that I had experienced shattering fear and pure joy in a
12 hour period.
My daughter Rebecca (22) who looks like she is 12!! And her
husband Josh (25) were expecting their first baby!! Molly.
(you remember the wreath which I made for Molly in a previous
post.) Well, Rebecca was being induced and Josh and I were to
be her caring coaches.
We had all discussed and written down Rebecca's birth plan, I
was in charge of recording the birth events for the family.
Rebecca settled pleasantly into her birthing bed, Josh gave his
love and support to Rebecca. Then the nurse came in and began
the induction process...
I have given birth to 4 children, none that were inductions. This
was foreign territory to me, and I did not like what they were
doing to my daughter! Misoprostol was given to ripen Rebecca's
cervix, followed by Pitocin. Then an epidural. Need I say more?
The nurses were unable to regulate the Pitocin so Rebecca's con-
tractions became way too strong, too fast and Molly went into
As you can imagine this is a Mother's/Grammy's nightmare.
There was not a thing that I could do-totally helpless to make
things better for my daughter, her husband or for Molly.
More nurses entered the room followed by Rebecca's Obgyn.
The Obgyn's only remark when she looked at the monitor was
we are going to do an emergency C-Section now!
I told my Rebecca that I loved her and that everything was going
to be alright. Nurses were scurrying about as fast as they could,
discussing events in hushed undertones-there was a whirlwind of
activity, Rebecca was wheeled away in the blink of an eye.
A yellow Sterile gown, cap, and mask were brought in for Josh,
he slipped his arms in the gown and I tied the back. He walked
down the long hall to the OR. In a matter of minutes this room
which was suppose to breathe in life and joy became way too
quiet and somber. This is where a Mother's mind can go in
all directions-places that I didn't want it to go. I was silently
screaming inside-would my daughter be alright, would her
unborn child be safe. Would our cracked world be put back
together again. I prayed for Rebecca's safety and for
precious little Molly. I asked God to fill my mind with the
image of a healthy Rebecca and Molly.
-Time passed too s-l-o-w-l-y...
And then, footsteps of a new Father..
The cry of a baby...
Our Molly Emma Wheeler...
Born Monday February 11th 2013 at 11:43 a.m.
All 6 pounds and 18 1/2 inches of a pure miracle!
Welcome to our World Molly we love you!
Rebecca and Molly stayed in the hospital 4 days, I stayed with them during the day and helped Josh get them all safely home. I am happy to report that they are both doing beautifully! This Mother's heart is overflowing tonight!
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