The Lord and His Grace

For many of you this is a new story. And for that I am sorry. When baby Esther came life changed quickly and many of the luxuries we once enjoyed were put on hold, in its' place was a baby who came into this world with a heart that would change us....
September 17, 2010
There was no room in the inn...

When I held your hand...

Cheeks!

Going home

Daddy and Esther the first night in NICU

Esther Grace, so brave!

Wesley and I awoke early. Made an appointment with our Doctor, Dr. Carozza. Bags were packed and ready to go, family had been called now for ummmm the third time, and Wessie now would wear his "Happy Birthday Esther" shirt for the third time. We went in expecting to be rushed over to the hospital, but as we would be informed the "inn" was full. Nine women had went into labor and I would be the tenth. There was no room! Women were waiting to have their babies. Well I was informed that I was dilated to a 5 with contractions about 30 minutes apart, but I would have to go home. So off we went for a long day of calling off classes, doing a lot of exercises and much waiting.....Family had finally made it and my contractions were now 6 minutes apart. We prepared to make our way out the door and lo and behold, our dear friend Becca Woodall calls to inform us as we had been asking for months, when a backpacking backpack was on sale on steepandcheep.com. Wesley frantically trots down the hall to inform me that this would be a great purchase. So I agree, sure why not we have been awaiting this for months. He rushes over to the computer, pulls up steepandcheep, picks the backpack, gives our account information (no mistakes might I add), and begins to checkout....But! Wait...I like red better, "it's sharper!" as I'm having a contraction, which have now made their way to 5 minutes apart. My Mom, and Grandma do not appreciate our sentiment for backpacking, as they gripped the couches wondering what in the world their children were doing! So we're off. Get to the hospital and check-in. I'm very nervous. Wesley begins praying over me, and reciting the verses we had memorized all summer. They start me on penicillin for the group b strep test, which came back positive. The intent was to protect Esther from respiratory infection and illness. One nurse, ten women in labor, and a giant operating room, which is all they could find for us. The halls were buzzing with anticipation. What started out to be a normal delivery turned quickly into 5 hours that would change our lives over the next 5 months. 10 Minutes after I was given the penicillin, nurses began rushing in and out of the room. They were hooking and unhooking and re-hooking monitors. The heart beat they were picking up was beating over 300 bpm. Sure that the machines were malfunctioning, they brought in two more. They would pick up the same. My doctor enters....his face lets me know that something is wrong. He sits at my side and explains that Esther's heart is racing to over 300 and they are unable to pick up the exact number. He explains that she may be retaining fluid on her heart, as well as her lungs. He will need to attach a heart monitor to her scalp, and leave a floating monitor in my uterus. He will have to do an ultrasound to see what she is looking like. But first he wants to try and shake her out of it. So he contorts my tummy and shakes....nothing....no change. He rushes to his office and proceeds as he has told us he would. I am scared. He explains that he will need to break my water to bring on the contractions to advance labor. I am now dilated to a 7 with contractions 3 minutes apart. Esther's heart is beating so loud and fast on the monitor next to me. He breaks my water, my contractions move to 1 minute apart and I dilate to an 8. Esther has no fluid retaining on her heart or lungs. Praise the Lord! Dr. Carozza explains to us that labor and delivery will need to move quickly. If it does not, he will have to perform an emergency c-section. What once was a natural birth has now turned into a lot more than I could handle. I request an epidural. After I received my epidural. Dr. Carozza manually helps me to dilate. I am shaking and scared. He progresses me far enough along to begin pushing. I can still feel my left foot. I'm tired and weak. Wesley coached me like a champ. He prayed over me and God so faithfully calmed me. He calmed us. Pushing I hear Esther's heart racing next to me. Five hours now Esther's heart had been racing. I push and push, convinced I cannot have her. She will just have to stay in there. I liked her there anyways. She kept me good company. And I could squash her when she bugged me (can't do that now). I push one final time and she's here. She's purple and beautiful. Wesley announces "she looks Asian". She has a head full of black hair and cheeks to squeeze for days! We LOVE her, instantly! She was twirled around, Dr. Carozza cut her "unbiblical" cord as Wessie calls it, the nurses clean her up quickly and wrap her in this warming foil. Hand her to Wessie for a minute and hand her to me for a minute. We meet. She's beautiful! She's off to be taken by Big Baptist in Little Rock. They were waiting on her. The nurse from Baptist wheeled her down to me to see one last time. We hold hands and I watch her, tubes hanging out of her mouth, I.V's on her hands, and she's brave! So brave. Wessie races (literally) off behind her to Little Rock where he would spend the first night caring for baby Esther in ICU. The room was empty and I was scared. Then Dr. Jackson and Mrs. Mona came and prayed over me. They thanked God that He loved Esther more than we could ever love her. And I remembered what God had been teaching us all summer long...she is His! He is her King! And He loves her. He created her. I was cleaned up and taken up to a room to spend one very long night without Esther and without Wessie. My mom was so terrific. She stayed and cared for me all night (literally),she cleaned me and loved me. Early in the morning I received a call. It was Wessie. Esther had been seen by her heart doctor. He happened to be the only doctor on call that night, and Praise the Lord for the way he provides, he was a heart specialist. Esther was diagnosed with SVT Supra Ventricular Tachycardia. The nodes in her heart were shorting, which caused her heart to race. Dr. Carozza was so gracious to come in early and discharge me to go be with Esther and Wessie. The longest and hardest night of my life was now coming to a happy end. I arrived at Baptist and Wessie and I would spend the next week learning how to care for Esther. She progressed quickly. She was discharged from ICU and moved to Step Down within one day, then on to a regular room for the remaining week. Test after test began to wear on us. We watched Esther be brave and strong. She remained attached to monitors and in her "tanning bed" to treat her jaundice. We were tired and so ready to go home, yet so refreshed from all the fellowship we had shared throughout the week. We were so lovingly cared for. The last day we were trained in CPR, we learned how to use her heart monitor, and distribute her medicine. As we were preparing to leave. We met the nurse, the one who let me hold Esther's hand. God used her in a great way to remind us of how precious a gift little Esther is. She explained to us that Esther had turned blue for a couple of minutes as they pulled up to Baptist on the first night. She had tears in her eyes. She explained that she did not think Esther would have made it. She gagged her and it had not worked. She tried again and again and finally she came to. Now we stood here with Esther about to go home, about to face the world, with no professional medical staff. We left entrusting the Lord to care for His little one as He had cared for us so tenderly.