I remember Lucinda checking me when she arrived and saying that I wasn’t far enough along to get in the pool I had to be four or five centimeters dilated (I can’t remember which!) and I was only three. After vomiting, I asked somebody to bring me a pillow and I promptly fell asleep kneeling on the toilet lid. I was panting so hard through this double-whammy that I ran to the toilet to throw up. At some point I remember having a contraction immediately after the previous contraction. I like to think that I can tell the rest of the story chronologically, but let’s face it: during labor one’s mental energy is not reserved for a proper sense of sequence. It was about 1 in the morning when my mother-in-law came down the stairs, surely having been awakened by my labor ‘songs.’ “I think we should call Lucinda back,” she suggested. I hadn’t truly rested since my lunchtime nap, and I was getting sleepy. I was pacing the length of the downstairs rooms, moaning and grabbing furniture with each contraction. The labor did not dissipate, as Lucinda warned me it might, but continued with regularity. I was laboring by myself, trying to let the house rest but feeling sort of abandoned. My mom and dad, my husband and in-laws (who had flown out from Pennsylvania), had all gone to bed. “But if you don’t, why don’t you call me first thing Monday morning?” ![]() “If you go into spontaneous labor, I will drop everything to be with you,” she said. She calmly, empathetically explained that she was having twenty 4-year-olds over to her house for a birthday party the next day. I remember distinctly: it was a hot Saturday morning when I called Lucinda to beg. By the time July 11th arrived, I felt like I was two weeks past due. (My official due date was July 11th.) Independence Day came and went, and my grumpiness at being pregnant grew. Because the little fetus had been growing so steadily, my last ultrasound technician had predicted it would be out by the fourth of July. The plan was for me to hang out (and eventually have the baby) at my mom’s house in Modesto where we would be significantly closer to medical intervention if necessary. She did not, however, try to dissuade me from continuing my meetings with my other provider.Įventually, the 38th week rolled around. Lucinda gathered the same information that the OB had and expressed sympathy for my having to repeat the whole process. It was there that I could finally relax while getting to know the person who would participate in the most profound moment of my life. I would make the 2 hour drive from my home in the mountains to the big city of Modesto, wait an hour for the OB to see me, visit with the OB for ten minutes (tops), then head over to Lucinda’s home office. We are moving forward and not looking back.When I was pregnant with my first child, and not knowing any better, I sought concurrent care between a female OB and Lucinda. This is truly exciting and scary at the same time. God has called us to follow, so we follow. Then the desire and hunger to follow God return and these thoughts simply don’t make sense more.Īs Jesus said, “ No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” (Luke 9:62). What if we stay in Mississauga or in Singapore? Wouldn’t it be better for us and our child? Once in a while, the idea of settling down is very tempting. This is not a time to settle but rather it is a season of preparation for the future.Īnd this the season we are finding ourselves in. But spending time to study God’s Word is far more valuable. Shouldn’t I be working right now to make sure we can pay the bills? Wouldn’t that be the rational thing to do? A child is definitely a blessing from God!!!Īnd it feels strange. This doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy our child. The baby always have an impeccable timing of crying or a need whenever I have an urge to sit down to study or write a paper. ![]() I will use this slogan.īeing a father a few weeks ago and studying Masters of Divinity at the same time is no easy feat. ![]() If you are to ask me how’s my spiritual life, right now. This is the slogan of a primary school we ministered when we were in Uganda.
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