November 12th was the last of four different due dates that I had been given throughout my pregnancy. I was beginning to wonder if I would be pregnant forever. To keep my mind off being pregnant, Drew and I headed out to our neighborhood to engage in some language learning.
On our walk home, a fellow co-worker and the lady who volunteered to go with us to the hospital to translate called to check up on us. She was headed to the town where the hospital was to pick-up her husband from the airport (after he had been gone for 3 weeks doing translation checks throughout Indonesia) and wanted to know if I wanted to go for another doc’s visit. I didn’t want to be a bother, but really wanted to check on the baby, so I decided to go.
Initially, Bryan wasn’t going to come with me since we would have to get a babysitter, but our friends offered to watch Andrew. They had me brief them and bring his backpack… just in case. He fell asleep easily at their house for nap time and that immediately left me at ease. That freed Bryan to come with me and we enjoyed our first date since our arrival in Indonesia while we waited to see the doc.
Everything looked good at the appointment, but since I was 2 weeks overdue according to his books, he agreed to induce me. I really didn’t want pitocin, but he said there was an alternative. We went that route and by 8pm, I had taken the ¼ sublingual tablet, was admitted to the hospital and told that the doc would be back to check on us around 2am to begin the pitocin (usually necessary to keep contractions regular).
How thankful I was that Bryan had come with me and we had thought to bring our bag (just in case…). By 10pm, the contractions were strong and 1 minute apart. The nurses checked me and couldn’t believe I was already at an 8 – considering I was not dilated at all at the appointment. They called the doc and began to prepare for delivery.
Our translator friend had opted to stay in town and was at a nearby hotel (thinking something would happen sometime the next morning). We called her up. Within 20 minutes of her arrival, little Mikayla was born, healthy and with all her fingers and toes (something Bryan always prayed for).
How thankful I was that we were already in the hospital when the contractions began. I, for one, really didn’t want to be in a taxi during contractions anyway, but for another, with as fast as I went, we would not have made it to the hospital. Yet the Lord knew every detail, and had it all orchestrated down to even letting me deliver on my “last” due date, without pitocin and on my parent’s anniversary.
And to top off all the answers to prayer, the next day, fellow co-workers had already planned to come to town for shopping. They agreed to bring Andrew… my biggest concern, and so I thank the Lord that He had everything perfectly orchestrated. What a good God we serve!
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