I ha vent blogged in awhile.. A long while actually.. Things just got to busy and well I was pregnant! I cant use that excuse anymore to get out of jail free.. Now it is back to cleaning, lifting, cooking etc!
So I wanted to blog because I have been overwhelmed with the love, support and prayers from so many friends and family that I wanted to send out a praise report.
As some many or many not know I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes, this was told to me back at the beginning of September.
In my determination NOT to take medication I was put on a STRICT diet and had to work out at least 30 minutes after each meal. This was a challenge and many days it seemed impossible. Even after all the effort I still found my sugar high.. I didn't give up and many of you were praying. It actually turned out to be a blessing, I lost weight and it actually put me back into a healthy weight gain for the pregnancy.
This past Sunday after I ate I noticed something unusual, I noticed that even though I was eating the same and I did not work out my sugar was in the lower end of the normal range. So I experimented and the next day I ate normal didn't work out and my sugar was fine.
I called my diabetes lady and asked if it was possible to get rid of the diabetes before delivery and she said no. We tried to figure how it was that my sugar levels went from high to normal without medication and without the extra working out. After talking with her for a half hour, I had to to tell her that I believed it was the power of prayer and I still do believe that.
Tuesday night, I woke up a few times with a tummy ache, no big deal.. Then on Wednesday night I kept waking up ever 30 minutes with the urge to go to the potty and cramping. I told sal I thought I was coming down with a stomach flu. It wasn't till around 5am in the morning when the cramps were coming four minutes apart that I realized I was in labor :O
We rushed to the hospital and got there around 830am and then they slowed down and I was dilated to a four. The nurse asked me to walk around for an hour and come back.. So I did and in that hour I started getting them every two minutes apart. It was now about 9:50 and I was now at a six for dilation. They took me in a labor room, where I progressed. I signed the paper for a epidural however I had a strong desire to try and do it without it. As the pain got worse I opted to get a shot of some pain meds, hoping that would work and a epidural was not needed.
It took the edge off and it did help, but it was then I prayed. I said “Lord, I know you cant take this pain away. In the bible it says I have to endure the pains of child birth, so please just give me the strength to endure it.” The very next contraction I had an urge to push. I told the nurse I feel like I need to push. She checked and sure enough I was at a nine. It was now about one... The doctor came in a minute later, broke my water bag, saw that I was at a ten and told me it was time.
Three or four contractions later, and for pushes, Caleb Joshua Pereyra was born and 1:23pm weighing in at 7lbs 4ozs!
Now I listen to my hubby tell the story of how labor went down and I have to admit. He makes me sound like a gladiator, he makes it sound like I have been the only lady on earth to give birth in the natural form. I smile and wish that it was me and that I was that strong, but I am not.
I wish that I could take full credit but the truth is that when I was pushing I felt so weak. I felt that I couldn't push anymore, and at one point I said I couldn't’t. It was at that time everyone in the room said yes you can one more push. It wasn't so much their voice but the Lords voice telling my that I could because He could.
My best friend tells me that I was pushing so hard that she had to kick off her shoes to hold my feet. Friends I wish that it was my strength but it wasn’t. I look at Caleb and I am in love again.. I never thought that I could fall in love with another lil man, but I have. I am so blessed with my boys that my heart is overwhelmed.
Truth is I am tired, only slept about 9 hours total since Wednesday. I am scared, to go through those tough infant seasons again. I feel guilty when I look at my Noah and see in his face that he misses his mommy. I hurt when I look at my tired hubby trying to be everything that I am not and trying to be the leader of our home. Also frustrated when Caleb was crying 80 percent of the night because of gas and I couldn’t calm him.. But you know what.. I am so blessed and loved.
I know that God is love and love is all you need. His hand has been in everything and I know will continue to be.. So Praise Him for that.. Thank you all for your prayers, support and love!!!!
