Last night, May 8th at 10:45pm, I met my grandson.
It is currently May 9th at 6:08am and while I should be sleeping because I was awake for 24 hours, instead I am sitting in the room next to my daughter and my grandson listening to them sleep. Listening to the whimper of a new born baby. Listening as it hurts to roll over once you have delivered a baby.
The story begins on May 8th at 3:30am as we are awakened from a sound sleep. Before Justin enters the room, we have already been listening to the sounds of footsteps overhead. He enters and announces “we are in labor, contractions are 6 minutes apart!”
My mind immediately goes to:
Has the midwife been called?
I need to call Kyle, he wanted to be notified immediately.
Oh crap, I didn’t go to the grocery store and now there will be people to feed.
My house is a wreck.
Oh whatever, the baby is coming.
The baby we have been waiting for.
The baby we have talked about for months.
The baby that we thought there would never be. Courtney didn’t want babies. She wanted to wander the world and be a gypsy. But I’m going to be a grandmother today.
5:00am comes and the contractions are 4 minutes apart. Somebody lit Sage upstairs and it kind of stinks. I am hoping that is not a smell that I will need to endure for many hours.
The TV is on and they are watching the British baking show on Netflix.
5:30am comes and we hear a knock on the door. DeAlice, the midwife arrives. Yes we are having a home birth. That’s a whole other story in itself.
She does the same things that a Dr at the hospital would do. She takes Courtney’s vitals and then…… we hear the baby’s heartbeat all the way downstairs as we wait for an update.
I had texted Kyle immediately upon the labor news however he had not responded back. I call. He answers knowing that the only reason I would call him at 5:00 in the morning would be to announce labor. He answers groggy and by 6:00am, Uncle Kyle is on his way
We anticipate the news at 6:20am, they will be checking to see how dialated she is. 7 cm!!! Wow this is going to be a fast one.
Not even close.
They labor together, Justin and Courtney. This is a magical time and we respect this time that they will spend together as their last hours of a family of two.
I sit and listen
The midwife is knitting
Friends is on TV and Fender has not left Courtney’s side. There is a knock at the front door and Heather, the Midwife Assistant arrives.
6:45am and Courtney comes downstairs. Contractions are two minutes apart.
7:30am and Kyle arrives. This Momma bird is always happiest when her babies are all in the nest.
I retreat upstairs to get a status report. That’s my job.
Courtney is taking her 4th shower and at 7:30am the second Midwife arrives. It’s a full house upstairs
Justin has amazing friends. His best friend Clint, whom he has known since he was 6 years old arrives.
Around 8:30am, Justin’s other friend Ben, a pastor, stops by to pray for our family. He prayed for them 9 short months ago when they stood on the porch of the old house and pledged their lives to one another.
It has become a parking lot at the old house.
Courtney comes downstairs again and says that it feels better to walk.
1:00pm rolls around and we are all walking around the front of the house. Labor is what it is. It’s hard. Just hard.
She squats while standing in the front yard.
Her water breaks. Oh my goodness.
The midwife immediately assesses the situation.
She positions herself all up in Courtney’s business, right there in the front yard and listens to the baby’s heartbeat. “Sounds good, she announces as cars are driving past.”
It’s really hazy and smoky outside due to the brush fires so we don’t stay out long.
Labor continues and it’s hard to watch your child, no matter how old they are as they struggle to bring a life into the world but still suffer.
Courtney decides to try the tub around 3:30pm.
There is labor, labor and more labor. Just a tiny bit more dialation is needed.
9:00pm arrives and it’s finally time to push.
Many family members wait downstairs as it gets closer. I try to give updates but it’s getting really close and I’m afraid I’ll miss it.
At 10:45pm I witnessed the most beautiful sight that I have ever been privileged to see. Not only was I able to witness the miracle of birth but I watched my grandson take his first breath as he entered the world.
Jack William Wissinger became a member of our family weighing 8 pounds 4 ounces and is 21 inches long with a head full of black hair.
He is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on and I am blessed to be his BB.
We have had a few complications with Courtney so I would appreciate your continued prayers. Nothing life threatening but as she begins this new life as “mommy” it’s all hard enough with anything extra.
We are tired, so tired
But we thank God for all the blessing He chooses to give us.
My cup runneth over.