You may be wondering why I have titled my blog ‘Emmanuel’. This is a reference to God one many times hears around the holiday season which as we approach the end of February has definitely past. I have wanted to sit down over the past few weeks to share the story of Emma’s birth and now that we are home and are for the most part settled I have a bit of time to do just that.
You see Emma’s arrival was not exactly how I imagined giving birth to my first born would be like. I pictured something similar to a scene out of Father of the Bride II where the daughter walks in her parent’s room, tells them it is time, and they get in their car and go to the hospital down the street. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be moving to another city away from community and all things familiar a month before Emma arrived (due to travel restrictions etc.)
How does one prepare for being away from home for so long? How do you know what to bring and how to pack? It’s not like you can have your husband get in the car and drive home if you forgot something. Many times as I prepared to leave (as it was the Christmas season :), I was reminded time and time again of the story of Christ's birth. When I found myself getting overwhelmed with the logistics of travel and packing I was reminded how Mary traveled very late in her pregnancy on a donkey- going by train to another city was nothing compared to this. I was reminded of how blessed I was to have a clean and safe place to deliver little Emma- rather than a stable surrounded by animals.
The name ‘Emmanuel’ means ‘God with Us’. This name came into my mind during our stay in Beijing. The room I was staying in had a cloth on the nightstand. One night I had a cup of water sitting on the nightstand and when I reached over to get it I noticed something as I had covered part of the word up with my cup. All that I saw was ‘Emma’ …… Emma the name of our daughter. I then proceeded to pick up my glass to see the rest of the word ‘Emmanuel’. It was a perfect reminder to me that despite being in another city, being separated from Ben for a period of time, the fear of the unknown in regards to delivery…. He was going to be with me each step of the way. He had already provided safe travels to Beijing (including a separate lounge area where we were able to transport all of our luggage to the train in an elevator) as well as made a way for my Mom to come over during my time away from home.
Saturday, January 24th
This day was a day I had been looking forward to as it was the day that Ben would return to Beijing (as he had to return to Wuhan for a couple of weeks to work). Early that morning before the sun had even made its appearance I felt some strong and intense pains in my abdomen and lower back. As they continued and began to intensify I began to think that maybe this was it…. the start of labor. So I went and told my Mom, but shortly after the pains stopped and that was that.
Wednesday, January 28th
On this night we ate dinner with a couple that was living in China in the same complex we were staying in. They were from Peachtree City which is a town super close to where I grew up. I am always amazed at the people you run in to on the other side of the world.
Thursday, January 29th
The pains returned in the early morning hours and were coming more frequently (although still not close enough to go to the hospital). As we were quite a distance away from the hospital (that could vary with traffic and the time of day) we decided to pack up our stuff and spend the day in the hospital area. That way if I did continue to progress we would be close. As the contractions were continuing it was decided that we would check in to a hotel for the evening. We ate dinner at Peter’s Tex Mex, stopped by the grocery store (in search of chocolate milk- a random craving I was having… we ended up going to Starbucks and purchased an iced hot chocolate- it was as close as we could get). It was a long night and I didn’t get much sleep as the pains were getting more intense and closer together.
Friday, January 30th
After calling the hospital we packed up and headed out. There I was checked to determine if I was indeed in labor. Contractions were steady and at this point I was only dilated at a 1. They did decide to go ahead and admit me so we made our way to a hospital room and got settled in. As the day progressed the pains got more and more intense, but I wasn’t dilating quickly. You may laugh, but one of my fears in giving birth was where and when my water would break. With all the traveling about I was envisioning being in a taxi or on a bus so I was very surprised that my water broke on the toilet- I couldn’t believe it! Ben went out at one point and returned with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a vanilla frapaccino. He was such a trooper through the whole process and I was blessed to have him by my side during this whole process.
Late afternoon I was only around 3 or 4 cm dilated. I had an amazing group of midwives during this time that helped with pain management. Two gave me back massages during contractions, one set me up in a hot bath, and I pretty much spent the evening sitting on an exercise ball- it actually helped with the pain surprisingly. At one point Ben turned on Anne of Green Gables for a bit of a diversion- let’s just say I wasn’t watching the movie, but it was nice to have it on in the background :)
My Dad arrived late evening, but still no sign of Emma arriving any time soon. After more than one day of having contractions and little sleep I was exhausted. They began to talk to me about the use of an epidural… which I wasn’t opposed to, but was hoping to not have to use. But as we approached the early morning hours of January 31st I knew I couldn’t go on much longer on my own.
Saturday, January 31st
It was decided that I would get an epidural so that I could get some rest for delivery. I was a bit nervous about getting one with my crooked spine and the fact that they were trying to insert it during contractions – what if I moved?. I then slept for a couple of hours. When I woke up I had to go to the bathroom, but one of my legs was completely numb like it was asleep. I was quite determined to try to get up and the midwife agreed to let me try, but I quickly discovered that there was no way I would make it. I was checked again and at this point I was around an 8…. not quite there yet so I went back to sleep. At 7:30 that morning the midwife returned for another check. I was now at a 10 so she then proceeded to tell me to eat breakfast and that we would start pushing at 8:00. We quickly contacted my parents who were staying at a hotel nearby and I attempted to eat- which wasn’t much. Was this really about to happen?
The epidural had worn out a bit and I started to feel some of the contractions. So before getting started they made an adjustment on the dosage- which was great for the pain, but now I couldn’t feel either one of my legs. My contractions were steady, but weren’t close enough to get things going so it was decided that I needed to get some pitocin in my system to get things moving faster. They waited a bit to let the medicine to kick in and I was able to get a bit more rest before trying to deliver again.
Side note: The doctor that I had been seeing throughout my pregnancy was on call so she was able to be in and out of the room throughout the morning- God’s timing for sure.
As we approached the noon hour the room began to fill up with people scurrying about and prepping the room for Emma’s arrival. Pushing with two legs that are completely numb is quite hilarious. I needed help from Ben and one of the midwives during labor to hold my legs up. We started pushing around 8 (with a break in between for pitocin to kick in) and shortly after 12 Emma had arrived. She came out and they put her on my chest- there she was. My first thought was ‘How did that just come out of me?’, followed by ‘Is this really happening?’. My Mom walked around took pictures and made sure foot prints were added to Emma’s baby book and before I knew it Emma (now all cleaned up) returned to my side. She was a bit fussy so I started talking to her. She calmed down, was looking right at me, and wrapped her little fingers around mine… I was immediately smitten.
Side note: It was lunchtime and they almost wheeled in a cart of spaghetti. Luckily my Dad stopped them. Later that day Ben brought me a delicious chocolate éclair from the little bakery downstairs- perfect!
So why do I share all of this… all these random details that you may or may not want to know? You see each step of the way, in the midst of uncertainty, change… you name it… Emmanuel was there by our side. Emma came not on our time table, but exactly when God wanted her to come. She came when both Ben and my Dad were in town, when my doctor was on call, when a group of amazing midwives were working… on and on I could go… He was faithfully taking care of all of the details- both big and small throughout our time in Beijing. He was with us each step of the way. It is my prayer that our sweet Emma that is part of the name Emmanuel will come to know our Heavenly Father one day and that she too will know that He is with her each step of the way :).
