Hi, everybody. Today, I want to talk about my second supernatural childbirth that was free from pain. And it happened on the floor in my little, tiny bathroom!
I’ve had two supernatural childbirth experiences. We have posted about this twice before (Pain Free Supernatural Childbirth – Our First Daughter and Supernatural Childbirth) because each was such a significant moment in my life of faith and motherhood. I read a book that started me on this path called, “Supernatural Childbirth.” I shared in more detail in those earlier blog posts about the Biblical truths the author reminded me about, but today I want to share more specifically about my second supernatural childbirth free from birth pain.
The first thing when you get pregnant, at least for me, is super excitement: “Yay, I’m pregnant! Hooray!” That was pretty much quickly replaced by, “Oh, I’m going to go through labor and delivery, and I’m going to have birth pain. It’s going to hurt. This is not going to be fun.”
Even though I had already experienced a supernatural childbirth with my first daughter, I was thinking, “Okay, I’ve got to do this and can I do it again? Can a supernatural childbirth happen twice?” I immediately started praying into it because of the great experience I had had with my first baby.
For my second, it didn’t go at all the way I thought it was going to. I mean, not at all. It was a Monday and I was due on Thursday. I went in to see my OB-GYN doctor and he told me he was scheduled to have a surgical procedure done on his hand and could not deliver babies for a week. 🙁 He was going to be out of the office for the week.
That meant I’m either going to have this baby early or I’m going to be overdue a week. Neither option sounded good. The delivery doctor was going to be whoever was on-call at the hospital, an OB-GYN doctor that I didn’t have a relationship with. This was not at all what I was hoping for.
I went home and after a good boohoo, I called my mom and we prayed about it. I was pretty upset, but after processing and praying, I decided, “Okay, I’m going to have this baby before my doctor goes.”
Monday, nothing happened. Tuesday, nothing happened until evening when I started to feel slight contractions. I began feeling hopeful. This was my doctor’s last day at work before his surgery, so he would have been on-call until the end of the day. Disappointingly, I thought, “All right. Well, this birth is not going to happen in time. I’m going to prepare myself for whatever comes.”
I prayed saying, “All right, I have to trust You’ve got this God. I trust that You know my desires and I’m going to give them all to You, now.”
My husband had worked all day, getting up at 4:45 in the morning and he was pretty tired. When he arrived home around 6:45 I told him that I had been having contractions but nothing major. “It’s going to be tomorrow for sure.” That was correct but it didn’t happen exactly the way I thought it would!
About 10:30 p.m. when I went to the bathroom my water broke. It wasn’t all of it so I thought I had a little bit of time. When I told my sleepy husband, “I think my water just broke.” His eyes got as big and saucers, and he said, “What should we do?”
I replied, “Well, my contractions haven’t sped up or anything. I’m not feeling any pain, so I think we’re okay.” He told me, “I’m going to get some sleep then because I’ll probably need it.” I thought that was a good idea and laid back down with him.
When my contractions picked up I started timing them – every 15 minutes on the nose. At midnight after timing contractions for about an hour, I went to use the bathroom again, because we all know pregnant ladies gotta pee all the time. I am no exception and I lost the rest of my water at that point.
I should have known better because I had my first daughter within an hour after my water broke but I wasn’t thinking of that. Instead my thoughts were focused on my contractions and how there was no pain. I wasn’t having any birth pain. I sent a text to a friend and she responded with, “Oh, it’s going to be soon. By tomorrow you’ll have your baby.” Little did we know that she was correct, but it was going to be a lot sooner tomorrow than we thought.
After I lost all of my water I decided to stay up, thinking to myself, “I’ll just see what happens with the contractions.” Sitting on the side of the bed the contractions starting to feel more intense. The pressure was building so I decided, “Okay, maybe we should start getting our hospital bags ready.”
I woke Steve, “I think it’s time we start getting ready.” He jumped out of bed and quickly gathering our stuff. I decided to go back to the bathroom to see if I was leaking water or anything. I wanted to make sure I was in a clean spot before heading to the hospital. As I’m sitting on the toilet I had a another contraction. It was at the 15-minute mark and thought, “Okay, right on time.” I finished that contraction and within a minute there was another, and another and then another. They were coming hard and fast at a minute apart! I was like, “Oh, snap. This is not what I was expecting.”
I hollered for Steve and wouldn’t let him leave the bathroom. Apparently, I was having this baby right there! He said, “Okay, I’m going to call your parents and the doula. “After he made those calls I asked him to let the hospital know I was coming in because my contractions were coming hard and fast ‘tho I was still not having any pain, which was amazing. Thank you, Jesus! Maybe, because of the lack of birth pain I was thinking, “Okay, I can still make it to the hospital, right? No.”
At this point, I was starting to make a bit of noise because the contractions were getting really intense. A minute later as he was trying to figure how to get the suitcases in the car and still stay by my side, I decided to do a self-check just to see if I could feel anything. Sure enough, her head was right there, and I was like, “It’s on, it’s happening in the bathroom. I’m going to have this baby on the bathroom floor!”
It’s funny now to recall, but I was worried about our nice cream-colored bath mat. All I could think about was that I was going to get stuff on that bath mat! I was also trying to figure out if I could swing my leg up high enough to get into the tub but that wasn’t happening either.
Steve came running back into the bathroom and I told him to call 911! “We’re having the baby right now.” Again, with eyes as big as saucers he asked, “Are you sure?” I replied, “Yeah. I’m sure.”
He told me later when I asked him to call 911, all he could think of was, “How can I get her into the car and drive her to the hospital?” But he called 911 and they sent the paramedics with an ambulance. They didn’t actually make it in time for the birth. Our little girl was born and Steve delivered her. He caught her! Gently easing her out he laid her on my chest.
The medics rolled in about that time and they stood out in the hallway because our bathroom is really small. Steve was delivering the baby while my doula was supporting me. She was sitting on the floor leaning up against the tub. My mom was peeking in the door and my dad was in the living room praying. There wasn’t a whole lot of room.
One thing – during all of this I was determined I was not going to let fear creep in. Fear is the one thing that will bring on panic and birth pain and everything else.
There was a time in the middle of this process when I started to wonder, “Can I be in control of this?” The answer is no. I can’t be in control of this. At least in my experience, there is no way I could be in control. I let God take control.
The other thing was the speed in which it happened. I just said, “I’m not going to be afraid. It is what it is. I’m going to make it through.”
I had a 34-minute birth with number two, which is maybe not normal but that’s what I prayed for. After I found out that my OB-GYN doctor was not going to be available, I prayed. I didn’t want to go to an unknown doctor on-call that night. I wanted to be with my own doctor. Because that couldn’t happen and God knew my heart, He gave me this amazing birth. He gave me a quick birth free of pain. I’m so grateful for this amazing experience and what an extraordinary experience for my husband, too. He was able to deliver his second-born.
So this is the story of my second. If you’re interested in a supernatural childbirth, the book that started this whole process for me is “Supernatural Childbirth,” by Jackie Mize. If you are pregnant and you are interested in praying into a supernatural childbirth, I would suggest you get the book and know that it’s possible. You and God can do this. He gave me everything I needed and wanted for this birth. It was wonderful.
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