M Is For A Tiny Miracle
February 18, 2013
I was driving home on I-20 West from Shreveport to Southlake.
Mother Nature was bringing in some long needed rain,
a heavy down pour with intermittent banks of rolling fog. I was
just thankful that traffic was much lighter than usual- since my
thoughts really were not on driving.
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
stress.
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 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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Dear Jemma, a very cute baby is your granddaughter. I'm happy with you and wish all the best.
ReplyDeleteHave a nice day. Regards.. Dorothea
Oh Jemma I am so happy for you and your family! New babies are such a blessing. My daughter had a natural birth and I am so proud of how brave she was also. Molly is beautiful and a blessing from God...wishing you all the Joy a new baby brings.
ReplyDeletehugs, Linda
What a blessing and a joy! So precious!
ReplyDelete~ Lili@creativesavv
Oh how wonderful! Babies are a blessing for the whole family! What a joyful time! I'm so happy for you! Sweet hugs!
ReplyDeleteCan't thank-you enough for all of your help!! It meant so much to me to have you there! Molly and I love you SO much Grammy!!! XOXOXOXOXO (:
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness I didn't know about all of this. Of course your daughter you want safe - and that baby is absolutely precious. Congrats.
ReplyDeleteOh!! Boy, You had me tearing up on my coffee! What a precious baby girl. Congratulations! When I was having my first baby in France, I begged the staff to allow my mother in the room with my husband. They only allowed you to pick one person...it's not a show after all they said to me. But, when things got intense and scary with forceps, oxygen, and that hushed whispering you talked about, I saw my mom slip out the door. After all my begging and nagging with the staff! But, she said she just couldn't see me like that. Now that I have a daughter of my own, I can just imagine. Molly is precious and I LOVE that sweet name!
ReplyDeleteKaren
Congratulations Jemma -- but what a scary ordeal for all involved. I'm so happy that you have a healthy, beautiful granddaughter. xo
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