Tuesday, February 20, 2007

the new one

1Timothy 6:11-"But you, O man of God flee these things and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, gentleness."
Naya Faith Green showed up on Thursday evening February 15. She was 8 pounds and 1 ounce and 21 and 1/4 inches long. I love all her silkly black hair, my other two were bald. The name Naya has a couple of different meanings , the one that drew us to it is gentleness. We like that it sounds soft and simple but posseses the deep meaning of the fruits of the Spirit. Gentleness and Faith, two things we hope to instill in our daughter.
After finding out she was posterior I spent the week contorting my pregnant body into strange positions, doing lots of pelvic rocking and seeing a chiropractor to try to get her to turn. It resulted in a lot of sleepless nights and by Wednesday night had settled into a constant deep back pain. When I went to my midwife she had shifted a little bit. I had pshyced myself up hoping that the third time around I would be able to do this thing naturally. But first child or third contractions are just as intense and in the throws of transition with Naya trying to turn I got an epidural. It was emotional and dissapointing giving in but ultimately the most important thing isn't how you have her but just that you have this precious gift. I could have kissed the anesthesiologist afterwards. And praise the Lord, Naya turned all the way. I was able to focus now and Josh actually got to deliver her part of the way and place her on my chest. In that moment all noise and activity seemed to become still and quiet and I looked in her tiny eyes and knew my life would never be quite the same.


amber said...

congratulations! what a sweet face, and i love her name!

Michelle D said...

Gorgeous! What a sweet family you have - Congratulations to you guys. The name is lovely and seems to fit her already.

When I had Ian I was so proud of myself because I was making it through the whole thing without drugs. They had me in the delivery room and everything was set to go and Ian should have been making his entry. The only thing that was off was that he still hadn't come down enough and it didn't go with the rest of the progression. So the midwife who was against an epidural and so proud of me said they would have to give me some pitocin to bring him down. Not knowing how much it would increase the pain I decided to get an epidural before they gave me the pitocin. I had been able to deal with the pain up until then but I couldn't imagine dealing with worse. It was a good thing I did too because that pitocin brought him down so fast and rough that my contractions were off the charts and unbelievably intense. I wasn't disappointed that I got an epidural in the end. Plus these German doctors give pretty weak epidurals. I only felt the pressure of those contractions but I got to experience the "ring of fire" when Ian was being born. Sounds like you did great. I hope you have some really sweet bonding time with your new, little one and all the help you need.

Karen said...

I'm constantly amazed at what a miracle each baby is, at the immense quiet and peace that comes so fast after the trial. What a beautiful picture of the grace that God gives us, even in spite of the curse.

We're thanking God for Naya and praying for your rest.