Israel's birth story

The story of Israel's entrance into the world starts about 2 weeks before he came. I got sick. Real sick. I'm talking probably the worst cold I've ever had. I just couldn't seem to kick it and ended up laying around doing almost nothing the week before his arrival. During my first appointment after my due date came and went, the midwife informed me that it is very rare for women to go into labor while they are sick. This could be seen as a good thing and a bad thing. Good because going into labor while you're sick as a dog sounds terrible! Bad because I was already past my due date and it wasn't looking like I was getting better any time soon.
When I was 8 days late, I went in for an appointment so they could do a NST, basically just checking on the baby to make sure he's doing ok and not under stress. During that appointment, the midwife suggested I start thinking about natural induction methods. Her suggestion was something called a Foley Bulb. The basic idea is that they insert a balloon into your uterus, fill it with water, which allows your cervix to dilate about 4 cms. If all goes according to plan, labor would start and progress normally and 'naturally.' I had never heard of this method and was really taken off guard when she said "Hey, if you wanted, we could do it right now!" Jake and I both didn't feel at peace about doing it that day, I was still feeling pretty sick. So, we knew our next appointment was on Thursday (this was Monday at the time) and we had to make a decision by then.
Tuesday morning came and I sensed a significant change in my health. I felt much more energized and some of my symptoms seemed to be doing better. Throughout the day Jake and I talked over and prayed about all of our options. I didn't feel at peace about doing anything to make little Izzy come sooner than he was ready, and I prayed he would come on his own before Thursday. I fell asleep Tuesday night with a ton of peace as I trusted God to arrange the arrival of my son at just the right time.
I woke up Wednesday morning at around 7 a.m. and the first words out of my mouth were "Jake, I think I might have wet the bed."My super sweet and sleepy husband replies "It's ok baby, we'll take care of it." haha. As I stand up to assess the damage and make my way to the toilet, the floodgates were opened and I was made very aware that this was most definitely not pee and instead my water breaking.  Yes! Things were getting started!
I call the birth center and calmly inform them that my water broke, but since 7 a.m. is technically the "middle of the night" for us night-watchers, I asked that I be able to stay at home for a while and sleep. Because I tested positive for GBS, (Group B Strep, an infection found in 30% of healthy women. You'll never know you have it unless you're tested for it and there are no side affects for mommy. However, it can be dangerous if baby gets it) the midwife said I would need to come in by at least noon so they could start IV fluids to keep baby safe. I hang up the phone and go to sleep for the next 3 hours! I woke up for contractions, but then quickly fell asleep as soon as they were over. What a blessing! I woke up around 10:30 to the birth center calling and a different midwife telling me she'd really like me to come in sooner rather than later (because of being GBS+) and to make our way out. We were hesitant to make the 45 minute drive if my labor was not progressing and they decide to send us home. We were not thrilled about the thought of doing that much driving, so we hoped and prayed that I would be able to spend the rest of my labor at the birth center.
I laid in the backseat of the car and could tell that things were getting a little more serious. My contractions were coming every 4 minutes or so and were lasting well over a minute each. Jake did a great job of driving carefully, minus the sneaky speed bump that he hit full speed while I was in the middle of a contraction. Yikes! We arrived at the birth center at around 1 o'clock and I had to stop in the middle of the waiting room and hunch over on a bench, (laden with Amish bonnets and capes. Yep, that's the kind of birth center I went to) while a hefty contraction rolled over me. The nurse was very excited to see that and exclaimed "Wow! This looks promising!" I liked her a lot.
Once in the birthing room, they strapped me to an IV for 15 minutes and checked me out. The words that came out of the midwife's mouth were some of the most welcomed I've ever heard; "You're 7 cms dilated already!" Praise God! I knew you had to be 6 cm dilated to get in the birth pool so I quickly told them to get the tub ready!
So, I got in the tub and took one contraction at a time. Jake did awesome! Seriously, I was so impressed with my husband. He was so attentive to my needs, patient, and encouraging. I felt like I had my biggest fan right next to me and I could do anything. He remembered all the details from our birth classes and was so confident even when I wasn't. He held me up while I labored in the tub, dabbed a wet wash cloth on my forehead, and offered me sips of water and ginger ale all along the way. We truly were a team for this momentous occasion.
Around 3:30 I started feeling the urge to push. Those contractions were rough. The midwife and nurse were pretty hands-off and would leave us alone most of the time and check in here and there. I told Jake to go get one of them because I definitely felt ready to push. The midwife came in and checked me and I was fully dilated! Hooray! So, around 4 p.m. I started to push.
I felt filled with a fresh energy and excitement as I got to work with my body rather than just sit there as contractions came and went. For the first time in a while, I was so thankful for all the time, effort, and money I put into athletics all during elementary, middle, and high school. Labor is most definitely an athletic event and I was so thankful for the endurance and drive I cultivated over those years. I prayed a lot during that hour and 20 minutes of pushing.
During my last push, (I was very unaware it would be my last) the midwife took her hand away for a split second and little Izzy came shooting out, Superman style (arm up by his head) much to everyone's surprise. I started laughing hysterically and Jake wept as he was brought up to my chest and took his first breath. We stared at our son in disbelief and awe and praised God for this little miracle.
Because of his abrupt entrance and his arm being up by his head, I tore pretty bad and am having a slightly tougher recovery. Even though I can get anxious some days by my inactivity, I'm actually thankful for this time of forced rest to bond with my son and soak up these precious moments. They grow so quickly and I don't want to miss anything! I am so grateful for the birth experience I had and I look back on it with fondness. I know the presence of God was with me the whole time and I'm thankful for His perfect timing. Birth is a miracle and I'm thankful to have finally experienced it.

My apologies for the picture overload. I was having a hard time picking just one.