A Birth Story

Almost every year I share the miracle surrounding P when he was just days old. But I never share E's birth story, which is a miracle as well. The backstory starts when I was in my mid-20s. I had endometriosis and was told I'd most likely never have kids. When Rob and I got married we decided to start trying for kids immediately given our age and my medical history. We were surprised that I was able to get pregnant with P within just a few months. So, when P was a year old we decided to try to get pregnant again, wanting the boys to only be a couple years apart. Sadly, it didn't happen as fast as it had with P. In fact, after over a year of trying I went to a fertility specialist. We went through a series of tests and realized my body was the reason we couldn't conceive easily. Rob and I decided we'd try fertility treatments in hopes of having a second child. The first attempt was unsuccessful but I felt with my entire being that the second treatment had been successful. I had peed on so many sticks that all showed positive. I also ate Chinese food like nobody's business and I'm not usually a fan of Chinese food. I was absolutely heartbroken when the nurse called me and told me I wasn't pregnant. By the time I had my third injection I was convinced I was not pregnant. I called Rob and told him I didn't think it had taken. We had already decided that, if I wasn't pregnant after the third attempt, we'd stop trying. Imagine my surprise when the nurse called to tell me that I was indeed pregnant!
Fast forward about 9-10 months and a whole lot of pounds.....I had gone into pre-term labor more times than I could count. It got to the point where a couple of the nurses knew P when we came into the hospital and would cater to him like it was a 5 star hotel. I was on bed rest for most of December in hopes of E not being born until closer to his due date. On Dec 30 I had awoke not feeling well. It was snowing outside and I told Rob I wanted to play hookie from church so I could rest. Rob said, "Please don't go into labor today. It's storming outside and Green Bay is playing a big playoff game today." I rested all day but by halftime I had tears streaming down my cheeks due to contractions. When Rob realized I was having contractions he mumbled something about false labor and "rushed" me to the hospital. (As much as you can rush with a few feet of snow on the road.) Both of my friends who were supposed to keep P for the night were not able to get him for various reasons. So we called some good friends who lived about an hour away. They have a hefty truck but it was near white out conditions so it was taking them quite awhile to get to the hospital. At one point my doctor came in and said that our friends better hurry because our lil man was ready to make his arrival into the world. Our friends showed up with about 5 minutes to spare. Rob no more than got in the operating room and E was born. He has been taking us by storm ever since!
All births are a miracle but E's birth was our miracle and we are so happy he is in our lives. He keeps us on our toes but I cannot imagine life without him! I am so thankful that the Lord chose us to be his parents and to provide us with the miracle of his life!