"Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow...!"
I am filled with gratitude to my Lord and Savior for the blessing of another child. In the short time he has been with us, Noah has already brought so much joy to the Rector household. His recent entrance into our family, as well as the manner in which he arrived, are both testaments of God's faithfulness to us.
As I think about the day we found out Laura was pregnant with our third child, I reflect on where we were a relatively short time ago. Just a little over four years back, Laura and I had our life planned out rather well, or so we thought. To make a long story short, our rant was "Get married, finish college, get jobs, buy house, buy nice cars, put $$$ in the bank, then have a boy for me, girl for you, praise the Lord, cause then we're through." Well, a few months into our marriage, our hearts changed. We realized, by God's grace, that He, being the Sovereign, Almighty, Creator of the Universe, had something to say about how we should order our lives, and what our priorities should be. We then had to confront the fact that many of our plans, though not inherently sinful in and of themselves, were based on cultural dictates, rather than a careful, prayerful examination of God's Will for our family, as clearly expressed in His Word (See the first several chapters of Genesis, Duet. 5, Psalm 137, 139 - these were all particularly helpful). So, we decided to make different plans, striving, though imperfectly, to center those plans around God's Word.
The point is this: if you told us back on March 12, 2004, that in little more than four years of marriage, we would have three children, we would not have thought this to be good news. "Sure, children were a blessing," we thought. "But only if planned, and only in certain quantities." The fact that our hearts have been changed in such a way that we now rejoice at the birth of another child is, in itself, a testament to God's faithfulness. Praise God that he changed our hearts. Praise God for Ethan, Emma, and Noah, our arrows in the hands of a warrior.
The story of Noah's birth also gives us reason to be grateful. After a long, difficult labor with Emma, Laura was certainly hoping for a shorter one with Noah, and shorter it was...
Around 7:00am, Laura woke me up (it was my day to go to work late) and said she felt some sort of pressure, with some minor contractions. She mentioned that it was off and on throughout the night, particularly between 3:00-4:00am, but that she was able to sleep through it for the most part. So, just in case, around 7:30am, we started timing the contractions. They were very irregular, and led us to believe nothing was going on - until around 8:15, when a much more intense contraction sent her to the floor. I then called the midwife, but Laura still wasn't convinced it was the real deal. We actually told the midwife to take her time - get a shower, grab a bite, and just come on over whenever...
Nonetheless, since Laura was experiencing a bit of discomfort, we thought we'd better go ahead and prepare in case this was the real thing. So we called her Mother, Vivian to come pick up the kids. I packed their bag, and began unpacking the birthing pool Laura was planning on laboring in. Yeah - didn't quite get that done. Around 8:30am the contractions became so intense that Laura was begging to get in the water - NOW! Of course, I still had to blow up the thing (electric pump, but still), so Laura got in the tub in our bathroom. In the meantime, I called my Dad to let him know what was going on, and told him I'd stay in touch. They were on their way back from a Youth Camp in Missouri when all this was going on. I believe I said, "I'll talk to you around lunch time to give you an update..."
So then Paula comes in, around 9:15-9:20 - calm as can be, because, as we told her, "it was probably nothing." She hears Laura breathing heavily through a contraction, and goes to check on her. At this point, I'm getting the kids settled in their room while they wait on "Gram-Gram" to pick them up. Then Paula storms out, saying Laura will likely be pushing within the hour. So we go from, "Hey Paula, how are you? Sorry to make you come all this way, I hope it's at least something," to "Get back here NOW! Where is your Mother-in-law??? I need your help!!"
Laura's Mom gets there around 9:45, and I get the kids loaded in the van and ready to go. I get back into the tub with Laura, using my entire body weight to apply counter-pressure on her back, and was in no longer than 15-20 minutes when she started pushing. Vivian and the kids didn't leave, but instead, huddled up in the play room on the other side of the house. She just couldn't leave knowing Laura would likely be pushing soon. Noah was born at 10:08! I called my Dad, less than a hour after saying, "We'll talk at lunch time," and shared the news with him.
So, wake up at 7:00am, follow my normal early morning routine, get the kids ready, eat breakfast, do a little scrambling, then meet my new Son, Noah John, at just after 10 am. Well, not quite the 16-hour labor we were expecting, but I don't think Laura minded that too much!
Noah: Hebrew Origin, "peaceful"
John: Hebrew Origin, "the LORD is gracious"
Thanks be to God, He has been gracious toward us - in blessing us with a peaceful labor and delivery, a peaceful child, and hearts that are being changed...