October 1st began as a very normal Thursday morning during the 3rd trimester of pregnancy. I rolled (literally) out of bed, got ready, and reminded Ben, my husband, that we had a doctor’s appointment at 11am to check on our baby boy.
My blood pressure had been a little higher throughout the entire pregnancy, for which I blame my anxious moments, but it didn’t seem to be anything to worry about. However, little did I know that toward the end of the pregnancy, blood pressures rise. Well, mine was a little too high for comfort at 38+ weeks pregnant. I remember the words rolling off of Dr. Scott’s tongue like it was nothing, “we are going to go ahead and send you all over to Labor and Delivery”. Ben and I looked at each other, then back at Dr. Scott (one of my favorites because he promised to bring a terrible towel to the delivery room; GO STEELERS)…and said “right now?”. He explained that they will most likely induce labor this evening. All of the sudden, October 1st wasn’t a normal Thursday anymore.
We spent a few hours in triage as they monitored my blood pressure. Let’s just say it wasn’t going down and we began the long journey of induction! We started in triage with the sweetest nurse, Lauren. She was with us for a short while, and shifts changed just as they were admitting us for the evening. Kim, a new nurse, came in to take Lauren’s place; little did I know that she would play the sweetest role of our nurse over the course of the next 24 hours. While I was a little apprehensive about pushing our little guy out of his temporary home too soon, after spending time with Kim and the others that crossed our paths over the next five days, it was completely clear that the Lord had this EXACT day and these EXACT moments planned especially for our family. He blew our minds.
It was a long 25 hours, a day that began with the exciting close contractions that reminded us that we were going to meet our son soon, continued with tears of JOY as they told us that I was 10 cm. dilated, and quickly moved to 2 hours of pushing, and ended with a C-Section delivery. You may be exhausted from just reading that sentence, but let me assure you that we wouldn’t change ONE thing about this day, not the hours, not the nurses, not the doctor, not even the anesthesiologist.
Our doctor’s office shares weekend duty with another doctor’s office in Raleigh. There was a 25% chance that, if delivering on a weekend, I would have a doctor we did not know deliver our son. Well, we found out Friday morning that it just so happened to be our “not so lucky” day. Nurse Kim assured us that our doctor is wonderful, but the unfamiliar was scary! Once again, the Lord totally blew our minds with Dr. Tosky, the doctor that we did not know, and yet fell in love with. He was the perfect man to deliver our son & to help us through the last stages of labor and surgery. Jesus was so very present in Rex Hospital that day.
My husband is not the biggest fan of anything medical…in fact, I was worried that a C-Section delivery would not go over so well, but once again Jesus blew our minds with strength and courage. Here we are going into the OR and… another shift change for the anesthesiologist (we were there for awhile). As we waited for Ben to come into the OR, I explained to the nurses my fears of our boy coming out totally healthy, as we lost our first child exactly a year earlier to miscarriage. The anesthesiologist spoke from the sweetest part of his 6 foot 4ish body by saying that “today, you will cross the finish line”. Finally, they brought Ben in, and he was the strongest, most excited husband I could have ever asked for in those moments. There wasn’t a fear on his face, and I needed that. Just before they delivered our son, the same anesthesiologist took Ben by the arm, pulled him up to look over the sheet, and he was able to see our son be born into this world, without any squeamish feeling in sight. I thank God for that anesthesiologist and the role he played in our story.
As many of you know, in a C-Section, mama doesn’t get to hold the baby until after she is in recovery… the longest 45 minutes of my life began. They brought our son around the curtain for us both to see; he was perfect. Ben went with them to weigh, measure, and test, as they continued on with the surgery. Nurse Kim kept looking at me and smiling, telling me that everything was fine, that Ford Andrew Snyder was perfectly healthy. She was my rock while Ben was away. I will always thank the Lord for the part that she played in our labor and delivery.
They finally gave our sweet boy to Ben and he brought him out to me. He was crying, which was the most beautiful sound. As soon as he heard my voice it stopped, what a miracle this life that was living within me was in that moment. Shortly after he began to cry again. I remember reading a blog that said that babies can recognize songs that were sung while they were in the womb. I always sang “Jesus Loves Me” to him while pregnant. In that moment, I just began singing to him, Ben joined in, and just as we got to the line, “They are weak, but He is strong”, we both had a moment of truly being in awe of a giving Father. We have always said that we had such a small part in creating Ford, that the Lord created this miracle…and in that moment it had never been more true. We, as His children, are so weak. Ford, as his small, helpless, yet perfect new creation, is so weak, yet our God is so strong. Strong enough to create this miracle, strong enough to remind us of His unfailing love and faithfulness, and strong enough to care about the journey along the way.
The next five days were filled with more nurses, doctors, and people that played such a sweet role in our birth story. There were always the perfect interactions at the perfect times. For that, we thank the Father who not only gave us such a precious gift on October 2, 2015 at 5:50pm, but a Father that cared about the details. We are so grateful. Welcome to the world, Ford Andrew Snyder, you are the perfect blessing and Jesus loves you.