Mr. and Mrs. B and Baby A

Mr. and Mrs. B and Baby A

I was privileged to attend the birth of Baby A. There aren’t enough to words or enough time to describe the experience of this particular birth.

I am fortunate enough to be friends with Mrs. B and their journey to having a child has been an inspiration to my life. They have prayed and pleaded with G-d for a child for 12 longs years. Never doubting his love for them, his grace and mercy for their desires. They forged a path that is lonely while all the world is having children, being tempted I’m sure to take matters into their own hands through medical intervention, yet staying faithful to what they felt called to do, which was pray and believe G-d would provide.

Well, He did. He blessed them with a child as they were in the midst of raising funds for an adoption. There is no rhyme or reason for why now, why 12 years later, but, He knew this little girl would enter the world and take her first breath on November 2, 2013.

A few weeks prior to her due date Mrs. B called to tell me her little precious one was breech. We chatted about how to help turn her and that she was considering a breech delivery. We of course prayed, she sought some chiropractic care, did some spinning babies. Yet, Baby A did not turn. The Lord had something really special prepared for her birth and for those lucky enough to witness it.

I had connected her to an OB in the area that had done some breech births. There aren’t many. Unfortunately (for the OB) Mrs. B didn’t feel it was quite the right fit. Her Bradley instructor connected her to a few local midwives as well as a CNM that would do a breech delivery at home. I was so excited she was considering, and not just considering, committed to a homebirth for a breech baby. There was no doubt in my mind whether or not she could do it. She absolutely could do it.

Mrs. B and I see eye to eye about many spiritual things and baby things…and we share a similar heartbeat when it comes to the power of the Holy spirit, the Lord’s sovereignty over our circumstances and that fear and doubt have no place in our lives. For her to have a successful homebirth for a breech baby it was going to take this steadfast faith in the Lord’s plans for her daughter and her own body. I had no doubt in my mind she would be able to accomplish this feat. I was confident the Lord would be with us each step of the way.

She hired her birth instructor as her main doula (she had given her the gift of the connection for the homebirth and cold provide more consistent care considering I’m on maternity at this time). She had plans to have 3 midwives with her, an assistant, me, her sister-in-law who is also my dear friend, her mother and sister and of course her husband. The full house was going to provide all the faith, prayers and support she would need.

7 days post due date Jessica began labor at 2:30 in the morning. Once I joined her at 1:00 her doula had been with her since about 9am. She was doing an incredible job, walking, drinking water, using the ball. I brought with me the doorway sling, my faith audio for her to listen to, and some essential oils. Together her doula and I were privileged to guide her as she found her zone and really brought her baby down.

As she was close to transition her toning increased. She used the doorway sling and birthing stool for almost 2 hours, with each surge talking her baby into position. Many of us were praying as she listened to God’s word and blocked out the noise of the world. She silenced the fear and doubt with scripture and worship.

She moved from the sling to the birthing pool. She labored in there for about 1 hour letting each wave draw baby further down. There was so much support and prayer in the room. The presence of the spirit was heavy.

Once she was done in the birthing pool she moved to the living room sitting on the birthing stool and leaning on her husband for support. We gathered around, all of us placing hands on her and one another, while her sister in law prayed a powerful prayer calling, in Jesus name, that all things come together for delivery, that His hand be on her and the baby, and for His will to be done. The minute the prayer ended her water broke spontaneously with a sudden burst. We all looked at each other in amazement. You could feel the presence of the Lord and this was His hand in moving labor to the next phase. The CNM had tears in her eyes…we all did.

It wasn’t long till she began to feel the urge to bare down. The ideal position for a breech delivery is on hands and knees. She got off the birth stool and turned leaning onto the mattress placed in the living room. Her husband held her hand for resistance and together they endured a handful of contractions together while she occasionally bared down when she naturally felt the urge.

She quickly didn’t feel comfortable on the floor due to the lack of circulation to her feet. We assisted her with movement to the mattress. He loving husband stayed up by her head, encouraging her, holding her hands, offering resistance. She continued to listen to the faith affirmations and worship to help stay in the zone.

As she increased her attempts to bare down we literally watched the baby move down into position, peaking through and moving back up little Baby A was getting ever so close. It was thrilling. She was coming down perfectly. Slightly sideways, turned a bit. Mrs. B really had to have an amazing amount of faith along with no reservation or inhibition as she was on all fours exposed for all in the room to see. She was entirely focused on labor. As Mrs. B continued to work, now baring down with each contraction, baby A little by little made her way to where now she was no longer retreating all the way back in with each rest. We could now see her precious bottom. With each surge she would sneak out and poop some. This is a good sign in this situation and was so incredible to see.

Her water had spontaneously ruptured at 6:05(ish). We were nearing 7:15 and her sweet baby was now presenting with her bottom out and her frank feet still tucked up inside. Her sister in law came to pray again, laying hands upon her, asking for supernatural strength, only given by God, and for a final whisp of energy as she was moving towards her final stages of birth. Her mother standing near her head holding a fan for air and hands raised in a wave of prayer over her daughter. Another surge and she was able to push out the bottom completely and sweet baby urinated. With another surge her feet flopped out onto the mattress. Then her left arm fell down by her side. The other still tucked up inside close to her face. At this time the midwife asked her to listen very carefully to her instructions. She needed Mrs. B to move slightly forward with the next contraction as she prepared to birth the head. Mrs. B did exactly as she was asked to do.

Leaning slightly forward now, her husband standing by my side as we both watched their sweet miracle almost born, she gave another good push and their sweet babies face began to emerge. Another gentle push and she was able to completely birth the head with ease. A breath and their miracle was born. She took her first breath.

Her lips were blue, as she had not yet taken her first breath. Her cord was plump with blood circulating in and out of her body, oxygen rich blood. She was handed to her mother for skin to skin instantly as she emerged. Within a minute she was pinking up and let out her first cries. The emotion in the room soared with both praise, hallelujahs, and witnessing a miracle.

Mrs. B allowed for the placenta to deliver, approximately 20 minutes, after delivery before cutting the cord. In that time she was skin to skin, attempted to latch, talked to, loved on and simply cherished. 12 years in the making for this moment and it finally arrived.

She was perfect. 7lbs 8oz of pure beauty. Mrs. B did the most amazing job I’ve ever seen. Pure confidence, faith, reliance, and determination. There was no room for fear or doubt but complete faith in the Lord and her own body to do what most others have deemed nearly impossible.

It has been the highlight of my year to witness this birth. I’m blessed to be friends with someone so strong and courageous.