I have been encouraged by a friend to write Noah’s birth
story. I think this is a great idea! If you are not interested in ALL the
details, don’t read it!
Thursday, May 1, at about 1:30pm, I told Kyle that I hadn’t
felt the baby move but once that day, and I decided to call the doctor. The
doctor said that it was definitely concerning and that I should come in right
away, so we got Corinth and went to the hospital. (I tidied the house first,
because when Corinth was born, my house was not perfect, and it bothered me
that someone else had to tidy up for us!) We went to the doctor, and as soon as
she did the ultrasound, the baby started moving around like crazy! And then,
the doctor looked at me like I was crazy! “Did you feel that? Did you feel
that?!?” (in a kind of sarcastic tone…) So, she said everything was fine, but
she checked my cervix while I was there to see if I had made any progression
from the last appointment. After she finished checking, she said, “your uterus
was twisted, so I just twisted it back for you. And I think you will be back
tonight or tomorrow for delivery.” So, we went home, and then contractions
started. Whatever “twisting my uterus” means did something!! My contractions
were 30 seconds long, about 5 minutes apart, and lasted through the night. They
weren’t too bad, so we didn’t go to the hospital. In the morning, I decided not
to have language class, and called the friends who were giving us a ride to the
hospital and the friend who was going to watch Corinth to let them know that I’d
like to go to the hospital about 9am. They were all ready! I also called my
doctor and told her we would be there about 9, and she arranged everything to
be ready for when we arrived! We got picked up about 9am, got to the hospital
about 9:30am, and the hospital staff was ready for us when we walked in! One
great thing about doctors in India is that most of them give out their personal
cell numbers and you can call them ANYTIME, no matter what. It is awesome!
So, anyway, I labored with 30 second, 5-minutes-apart
contractions until about 1pm. They were a little painful, but not terrible at
all. Basically, for those 30 seconds, I just closed my eyes and didn’t move,
and I was fine. I had not changed in my
dilation (a 3 when I checked into the hospital) at all, and the doctors said I
should consider doing something to help my labor along. (The contractions weren’t
strong enough or long enough at that point to move the baby, so it was
basically just exhausting me and the baby without any benefit to the labor.) They
gave me 3 options- Potossin (IV), a pill form of Potossin, which is a new
product, or breaking my water. At 1pm, I told them I really wanted to do
everything naturally and that I’d like to wait and see if I made any progress
on my own. They came back at 2pm and I said the same thing. I called the medical
supervisor with our company, asked her about the different options they had
given me, and asked her what she thought was the best. She told me the benefits
and risks of each, and after talking with her, I felt more comfortable about
them helping my labor along. I still wanted to be as natural as possible,
though, so at 3pm when they came back I let them know that I understood that my
labor wasn’t helping push the baby down and out, and that they could break my
water to hopefully get things progressing a bit more. So, they broke my water,
and BOOM… big difference. It was like immediate, in your face, painful labor.
And there I was. I was so incredibly uncomfortable. I couldn’t
find a position that was comfortable, so I was squirming around on the bed,
sitting up, laying down, on my side, and everywhere in between. The contractions
were back to back, longer, and so much stronger than before. The pain was so
much worse than I imagined it could ever possibly be. (If you’ve never had kids
and want to one day, please know that you are probably stronger than me. Don’t
worry, you can do it!) I had an epidural with Corinth, and had the most awesome
labor experience ever, so I had no idea that natural labor would hurt as much
as it did. (Tangent, follow me here…) I read a book on natural labor, but good
night, it was so much more intense than they described. The book had pictures
of women laboring, hugging their husbands and smiling. Put that image in your
head. Now, put a big red circle over it and a line through it. It was NOTHING
like that! Now, put another image in your head… the lady in the movies who is
screaming at the top of her lungs and clinging to her husband’s shirt as if it
were her last grip on life. That was me!
After about ½ an hour of the much more intense labor, the
doctors checked me again, and I was dilated to a 5. Are you kidding me?! I’m
only halfway there?! How can I do this for 5 more centimeters!? At that point,
I needed to use the restroom, so Kyle and a nurse walked me to the restroom
(inside my labor room.) The contractions were so intense and so often that I
couldn’t use the restroom, and I told Kyle I wanted an epidural. This was such
a let-down to me. For some reason, I really wanted to labor naturally this
time. Not because I think a mom is any better or more fantastic for having
natural labor, but just because I wanted to experience it that way. But there
was NO way I could handle more time laboring as intensely as I was. Kyle said, “Are
you sure?” and I’m sure I looked at him like I was going to attack him. J So he and the nurse
walked me back to the bed and he told the doctor I wanted an epidural NOW. They
brought the paperwork in for me to sign, but my contractions were so intense
and without any breaks that I couldn’t even sign the page. I scribbled with my
right hand (I’m left handed, but scribbles look the same from either hand) and
they wheeled me to the “operation theatre.” Here’s another image for you-
remember that crazy lady screaming at the top of her lungs? Now, she’s being
wheeled through a waiting room with other people in it, probably waiting for
their own little grandchildren, nieces, and nephews to be born. You should have
seen their faces as I was wheeled by! But I couldn’t help it- I had to scream!
I got to the operation theatre, where the anesthesiologist was prepping me on
what she was going to do. I didn’t care, and wasn’t really listening to
anything she was saying. In my head, I thought, ‘they can do a c-section- cut
me open right here and take this baby out now, and that would be better than
this terrible pain.’ Anyway, while she was talking I felt an intense urge to
push. (Because I had an epidural with Corinth, I had never felt this before,
but it concerned me…) I told the doctor that was with me, and she checked me
right away. She said, “she’s ready! Fully dilated! Roll her back now, she’s
pushing the baby out!” I was somehow really excited that she said that!
(Scared, too, but so relieved that it was almost over.) So, they wheeled the
screaming lady back through the waiting room to the delivery room, where I was
met my 4 doctors and 5 nurses. Yes, it was like a really terrible reality show
that they were all watching. At that point, I didn’t care. I had my husband on
my right, and my angel nurse on my left, and I was pushing. (This AMAZING nurse, who spoke very little
English, told me after delivery that she prayed for me the whole time. I couldn’t
have done it all without her!) I pushed 4 or 5 times (probably like 3 minutes
worth of pushing) and Noah was born! The doctor held him upside down by one leg
and passed him off to the nurses to do his vitals. She said that the cord was
wrapped twice around his neck, but everything was fine. And after that,
everything was better. It was amazing! I had a healthy baby boy, Noah Coleman
Ferguson, and everything was wonderful! God is good!
You know that verse in Genesis where Adam and Eve sinned and
God said, “I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing; in pain you shall
bring forth children.” That is totally real! But, it’s totally worth it, and I
would do it again for my sweet baby Noah!
Noah’s first name means “rest.” We chose this name because
we both feel like we are in a place in our lives where God is teaching us to
rest in Him. We have so many challenging things in our life (mostly because we
just moved to a very rough country to live 6 months ago), and we are
continually challenged to trust in, rest in, and rely on God alone. Noah’s
middle name, Coleman, is also my maiden name. I really wanted to honor my dad
in this way, especially since he’s got two girls whose names did/will change.
This way, the Coleman name is still passed down! And of course, the poor boy is
a Ferguson as well! J
Noah Coleman Ferguson was born at 4:44pm on Friday, May 2,
2014. He weighed 3.67 kgs (8.1 lbs) and was 51 cm (20.1 in) long. And for all
my nursing friends, his APGAR score was an 8 and then a 9!
Thank you to everyone who prayed for Noah and for me during
pregnancy, labor, and delivery. You are a blessing to us, and I am so thankful
to God for you and your prayers, encouragement, and support. To God be the
glory, great things He has done!
