As I started 2018, I was challenged with the idea of living victoriously (which I wrote about in my last blog post). Counting the “too numerous” wonders that He has done has been my focus for these last 53 days.
Today, I want to talk about His amazing grace.
When I was pregnant with our second child in 2005-2006, I spent about 28 to 30 of the 40 weeks being sick, being monitored, being watched because it was a difficult pregnancy. A few days before my due date, it was discovered that the birth canal contained a varicosity (another term for varicose vein). The doctor’s main concern was that a natural delivery would rupture the varicosity and that it would be medically necessary to stop the bleeding from that rupture.
The designated induced-delivery date was decided by my obstetrician, who had the bedside manners of a 2 by 4. As I looked up to his approximate 6’7′ and 275 lb. frame and said, “But that’s my birthday…” He gazed down at me with his ‘board’ bedside look and said, “Do you have a problem with that?”
And so, on February 22, 2006, Football Fan and I arrived at the hospital at 6 am. His mom was with us and his dad was volunteered to remain with Ukie Girl until a more appropriate time (and, I believe, a doughnut was involved too). I was a bit of a fascination for some of the nurses because of the medicine prescribed to stop the inevitable bleeding of the soon-to-be-ruptured varicosity. The discussion of an epidural was pondered by one nurse and she decided that since Ukie Girl came into this world without one that I would be fine without it. (Uh, Mrs. Hindsight speaking here: “Don’t do it. Just enjoy the benefits of an epidural when the word pitocin is involved. Enjoy it, I say, enjoy it!“)
By 8 am, the nurses had introduced pitocin into my naive veins and the fun began! I can’t remember if the midwife broke my water the first time or if it broke naturally, but the second time I experienced another break of water was a bit of a surprise to us all! After that, I kind of lost all sense of being a humble, meek creature and became a pitiful, crazed woman who was clinging to the bed rail. The midwife was telling me to practice my breathing techniques and I had no idea what she meant by the word ‘breathe’. Football Fan was trying to console me and I vaguely remember whimpering, crying, screaming (what do words really mean?) “Don’t touch me.” And then I needed to go, you know, like be excused to go to the bathroom, but nooooo, the midwife was like, its time to push and I remember thinking, No, I just need to go…
And she was here. Princess I-Don’t-Care-For-Pink-Anymore had entered the world about 4 hours or so after I had been introduced to the not-so-friendly medicine, pitocin. I was e.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d. but the fun wasn’t over yet.
Much later, in the privacy of my hospital room, the midwife began to describe a pregnancy that had been sustained by His amazing grace. You see, my new little one’s cord had torn away from the placenta during birth. That would explain why the fun wasn’t over yet: I remember very distinctly attempting to crawl towards the head of the bed while the midwife was trying to manually remove the placenta from my uterus wall after I had given birth. She HAD to ensure that everything was as it should be. I felt like I HAD to get away from the pain… As the midwife described all this to me, she also began to draw a picture of a normal vein/ cord system as a reference to my little one’s abnormal vein/ cord system. She described how thin and spiderweb-like it had been, how fragile it had been, how amazed she was that it had survived throughout the entire pregnancy in its condition.
Princess I-Don’t-Care-For-Pink-Anymore is one of His wonders in my life. Every time I look at her, I am reminded of His amazing grace in my life. Maybe sometime in another post, I’ll share with you how this particular wonder of His amazing Grace has taught my blessed little family some very important lessons.
Just an FYI: that destine-to-rupture varicosity amazingly never ruptured.
What a ‘wonder’!
“Many, O Lord my God,
are the wonders which You have done,
and Your thoughts toward us;
there is none to compare with You.
If I would declare and speak of them,
they would be too numerous to count.”
– Psalms 40:5