I was lying in the hospital bed, flat out exhausted and shaking, and there was a baby, big buffy creature lying there between my legs, pulled by two, pushed out by 5. They say her shoulders got stuck, and like ninja turtles the midwives in room leapt onto my stomach to push her out, two more pulling.
“She’s out, Liz, we have a baby!” Stephen said, after the 2 hours of pushing to hold there at the opening, another big girl, my miracle VBAC, 41 weeks + 2 days, with naturally managed gestational diabetes and an induction that they said I couldn’t have. A miracle birth where Stephen had interrupted the midwives to pray and declared as the contractions went from 2 every 10 minutes to constant after the syntocin drip started, ‘That we would have a supernatural childbirth’. That the pain had stopped and it was just pressure, a miracle too that I had no pain on my C-Section scar after having twinges for weeks.
They told me I had torn badly and would need surgery. So they gave me a cuddle with baby and then carted me off for surgery, and I felt really funny during the surgery. They kept telling me it was a reaction to the anesthetic; but I don’t have reactions; this was my 3rd surgery and by the time I got back to the ward my heart rate had tripled, I couldn’t stop shaking and could barely breathe even with oxygen, and I kept saying ‘No harm shall befall me, no disaster shall come near my tent’ from Psalm 91. I begged them to bring Stephen in and finally someone did, and he walked in, interrupted them all calmly and prayed and my heartrate went down and I could breathe again. They said it was the 6 antibiotics they’d just established pouring in from the IVs, but it was God and His sovereign protection. My blood test results came back that I had an infection, and that after the birth I’d lost a litre of blood and no one had realised it was quite that much; surgery had pushed my body to the edge, resulting in shock.
His protection that came flooding back in again when baby was diagnosed with high levels of jaundice not responding to the treatment, then suddenly dropped to normal. Protection that came again when all the symptoms flared of a blood clot in the leg for 3 days, and then suddenly disappeared on the way to the ultrasound and the sonographer found nothing. PROTECTION.
When Pregnancy is Not Easy is my pregnancy story of gestational diabetes, premature labour and other dramas, along with a free printable to help you overcome in yours.
Psalm 91 has become my favourite Scripture, with a verse appropriate for every occasion. Last year I interviewed author Peggy Joyce Ruth on the book she wrote exploring every word of Psalm 91 and the full spectrum of the promises recorded.