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Fighting for Faith in the Darkness Part 22

For the full story, please read all our previous posts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21

We didn’t even have our crib.

Did you have your baby on time? I’ll tell you our story but as much as I love talking and making you all listen (#middlechild), it’s hearing your stories that really makes me happy. Sooooo, tell me about your first, your last, whatever you want, what’s your story?

Mine starts at my baby shower…

A photo of the crib in our baby room.

I was due in December, we’d moved in September and it was all becoming so real. But I was sick again. I wonder sometimes if getting so sick again at the end is what always put me into early labor. But having a break in the middle always gave me such strength to push through the final months. Made me feel like I’d been able to catch my breath so I could start climbing my mountain again.

Some see the hope of better days followed by bad as a curse, like why am I going through this again?! But I can’t let myself think like that. The more negative I think the worse I handle life and trials. I look them square in the face and grit my teeth. I have no choice. Getting angry only breaks me, fills me with the poison that will destroy me and I’m not willing to give in to Satan, to trials, to let downs and discouragement.

So instead I got up, annnnd then I ended up throwing my guts up, and in so much pain from the worst migraine to aches and pains everywhere. But it couldn’t possibly be labor yet, right? I mean, that was still a month away.
I didn’t eat.

I couldn’t sleep.

I couldn’t stand.

I laid on our new couch in our new living room and suffered.

Wait, was that the garage?

I heard the quiet rumble of the smaller garage door opening, a car door shutting and the door slowly opening.
It sounds like a horror movie😂

In walked Cade.

“I had a feeling I should come home, why are you on the couch? Oh my gosh, are you ok?”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, “I cannot stop throwing up and I feel like my back is just breaking in half but nothing is consistent so it just can’t be labor.”

Cade knelt beside me and offered a prayer, and nothing changed.

I texted my friends, the joke had been if they gave me a baby shower I’d go into labor . I waited for hours and finally decided to go. Halfway through the shower

Contractions hit hard and I chose…

Well, I chose to drive myself home. 😂

I mean, it seems crazy now but even though I knew I was experiencing contractions at my baby shower I just felt so certain that everything would calm down and I wouldn’t be having a preemie baby.

That’s not true.

Somehow I knew I was for sure going to be having him but I wasn’t admitting it.

All our babies had around the same due date and all had been born on the 24, just like Cade. Crazy coincidence for sure and while I was due in December I thought this guy would probably be around the 24th of November, so I’d be fine.

And he was fine.

A photo of an ultrasound of a baby.

This is the ultrasound from when we started to worry about his growth and heart issues. But by the end we had seen that somehow all of the heart was there, intact, and perfect. And while his growing or lack of had the specialist nervous and pushing to take him a couple of weeks early I was holding on desperately to the answer I’d been given when I had first gotten pregnant, that he would survive and be healthy because there was an important reason he was joining our family. I mean, seriously white knuckled around that answer.

So I drove home, pulling off to the side and calling Cade just after getting in the car in so much pain I wanted him to be talking to me in case he needed to come and get me.

I got to our house, our new home with Cade waiting anxiously at the door and once again, the last time he’d have to do so, he helped me upstairs and into bed.

The pain hadn’t stopped but it wasn’t horrible so I laid there and Cade immediately conked out… such a man thing🙄😘

By 11 I had woken him up and we were trying to decide what to do, I went to stand up and call the hospital for advice and for the first time in our marriage I saw pure panic in his eyes as he saw what was happening.

I’ll spare you all of the details, but it was the first time I’ve ever felt true fear. Something was wrong and there was no denying it.

Obnoxiously (😜😘 love you, Cade) Cade always showered before taking me to the hospital to deliver. I was a middle of the night laborer so it was always after midnight and instead of rushing to grab bags and hop in the car Cade always hopped into the shower.  😶


No words.

But don’t be too hard on him, I think it was his way of being alert or something like that. 🙄
Surely someone else’s husband has done something weird in a birth story, right? Someone, quick and one up me.

A photo of me with my doctor and two nurses all in their halloween costumes.

As we were driving in everything was becoming incredibly painful and I was stuck in my mind on where I’d been that last week. I just couldn’t wrap my head around this being real. Just a couple of days before I’d been at the doctor’s office, laughing at their ridiculous Halloween costumes (I still can’t remember who Dr Haskett was) and feeling like it was one of the best days I’d had. It was the last day I remember feeling like eating instead of wanting to barf at the thought of food that week.

I hadn’t shown any progress and we thought all was well. Baby was little and we were carefully monitoring if I should be taken early. I’d bought new couches and they’d just been delivered. We had gone in the backyard and pulled out a small Japanese maple under the porch after a thought in the middle of the night had awoken me to pull it out and crazy as it sounds, Cade trusted my feeling and we thought nothing more of it.

Just days before we had been trick or treating and getting nursery ideas settled on.

Just days before we had no idea that ripping that tree out was probably a crazy miracle for what was to come. Yes, a tree saved us twice.

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Cade and Carrian have three children and love to spend time together whether it’s vacationing or snuggled up on the couch for a good movie.

And this family especially loves to eat.

They love everything from the keep you fit and healthy to the get out your sweat pants indulgent and everything in between.

But most of all, they love the memories made, shared and treasured and it’s all thanks to a meal shared together with loved ones.

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  • I’m catching up on this.

    I am not a parent (and never will be, it’s just not my thing – I’m more a spoil all the other kids and be the non-parental adult they need). But you would appreciate my birth story. My mom wanted a big family, but it’s just me. I joke that I’m a miracle of modern medicine, but in all seriousness, there was a lot of medical intervention. (My mom has a pituitary tumor that made pregnancy a challenge.) It was the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend and my mom had been on a drip for a while. She was induced because I had stopped growing a while back (I ended up being born at 5 lbs and going down to like 4lb 6oz). Nothing was happening. Her doctor came in and was like “Hey, so I’m going on vacation, this other doctor will take care of you…” And my mom was like OH NO YOU DON’T. GET BACK HERE AND DELIVERY THIS DARN BABY. And that’s why I was born just before 5:30pm. I actually just learned a year or so ago that the medical staff wanted to send me to the NICU, but that would have required changing hospitals. My mom was like “No. If she can’t make it here, she can’t make it.” Anyway, clearly I made it and it was all fine, but dang, I can’t imagine how she must have felt at that moment. (She had been working as a nurse with a pediatric cardiologist, so she had a very specific perspective.) Anyway, I’m in my 30s and totally fine. My mother in law, on the other hand, had a nurse ask her if she could deliver before Miami Vice. And she did! It’s a funny story but much less dramatic.

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    • Holy moly! What a crazy story!! Well, I’m so glad you made it!

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  • My hubby had to go on a run and shower before we walked the two blocks to the hospital. I had two big contractions on my way over. Then 45 minutes later he told me I couldn’t lie down because I wouldn’t dilate. (My past history this was #4)I told him I was feeling rectal pressure so he”let” me lie down. He spent the next 30-30 minutes ignoring me and watching Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids until I yelled at him to turn that “stupid” thing off. [that labor turned out to be only 5 hours long from first contraction to baby here. And our 17 days past due 9 lb 4oz boy came into the world.  

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    • Wow! What a story! So glad it all turned out well!

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