The days before Noah was born, I was feeling less movement, but brushed aside my worries, and thought it was just because he was getting bigger, and had less space to wiggle around. Kick count still measured in the “don’t worry range.” By Tuesday (May 6th) I had felt him just a few times that morning, but was busy with my kids, I thought maybe I’d missed any punches and kicks.
I had a funny conversation with the boys that morning defining “later.” Later we will have lunch, AND later we will have a baby, but later for lunch and later for baby are different.”— I was all wrong.
I had my regular OB appointment at 1pm, and left the boys with grandma. Told my Dr. about what I was not feeling, and she sent me to do a non-stress test, “just for assurance.” His heart rate was little slow and moved just once in 20 minutes, so they sent me for an Ultrasound and afterward, Dr. Carlson walked in the door and said “we need to have the baby today.” He had no amniotic fluid, and he got a “0” on the biophysical ultrasound. So thankful for the timing of that
appointment and the thoroughness of my doctor!
I called Dave, and he just happened to be home playing with the boys (in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday!!! This rarely happens). Grandma shooed him out the door, while I was being whisked away to the OR- feeling totally normal (I had just been outside with my kids a couple hours ago!). I walked in, and there were a dozen people getting ready for Noah’s arrival. They rushed around asking a hundred questions, and poking me. At one point a nurse said “I don’t know how you managed it, but all the best doctors and nurses are here in this room!” My Dr. allowed them to do a spinal block instead of general anesthesia, and for this I am so so thankful! Dave arrived (possibly after I was already opened up?), and we both cried and talked as Dr. Carlson operated. Just a few minutes later we heard the best, best sound ever.
He cried!!
Dave went over to greet his son, and returned to me with a picture. Then they laid him on my chest for a minute. He was so tiny and so beautiful, but I knew he had Downs Syndrome. My heart was exploding with thanksgiving and relief, and exploding with grief all at once. I cried. (and pretty much didn’t stop for days) The doctor finished up with me as baby was taken with daddy to the nursery. After an hour in the recovery room, they wheeled my bed into the nursery for an hour and a half, and I got to snuggle my tiny, sweet little boy.
I found out later he weighed 5lbs 9oz, and still have no idea how tall he is.
Through all of this, we see God’s timing was perfect. That day, the verse I read that morning was
Rev. 1:8- “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
and
Rom 8:28– And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
Almighty God is sovereign over all things, and this is good
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