On Monday of this week, we welcomed our fifth child into the world. His conception was a complete surprise and miracle, which you can read about here. In light of this, we chose to name him Josiah, which means "God has healed." Josiah was born on Monday, March 25, 2013, at 1:04 pm weighing 9 pounds, 6 ounces and measuring 21 inches long. Certainly, he is the heavyweight of the Mobleys, weighing almost as much as Matthew and Jonathan combined at birth!
I always like to chronicle the birth of our children, so if you'd rather not read the gory details, you should stop reading this post now! I was particularly excited about this birth experience because I was finally going to be able to deliver a baby at home! I've always been a strong supporter of natural childbirth, simply because I believe God designed the birth process, and we don't ordinarily need to interfere with God's perfect design. Women have been giving birth naturally for years, but the idea that birth is a medical emergency requiring medication and tools and monitors, etc. is a relatively recent concept. These convictions are what led us to pursue a home birth. (I will write another post at a later date about the benefits of a home birth from my perspective.)
And now for the gory details:
Palm Sunday marked the tenth day past my official due date, so many people at church wanted to know when, if ever, the baby would be evicted from the womb. Good question. At 42 weeks (Thursday), the midwives would have to try to induce labor, by breaking my water. On Sunday, I was content to wait a few more days. Monday morning, I was not! I woke up feeling incredibly uncomfortable after a not very restful night's sleep. I think my first words to David that morning were, "I (sob) don't (sob) think (sob) I (sob) can (sob) make (sob) it (sob) until (sob) Thursday." And, David, who knows me so well after almost twelve years of marriage said, "Well, let's just see what the midwife says at your appointment today, okay?" We didn't even make it to that appointment. I started to feel more pressure than normal just after breakfast, so I adjusted our schedule of Easter week activities and made resurrection rolls with Mary and Maggie, anticipating that I might be busy with a newborn later on. By the time the rolls were out of the oven, I was sure that I was in real labor. David's parents, who have been visiting for two and a half weeks eagerly waiting on this baby, arrived and took all the kids outside to pace up and down the cul-de-sac. David paged the midwife on call and began to fill the birthing tub.
Mary and Josiah |
Maggie and Josiah |
After spending a good bit of time cuddling with Josiah, who was not at all happy about being born, I moved from the tub to the bed and delivered the placenta. Afterwards, the midwife quickly repaired two small tears and gave me a shot of pitocin in the leg because I had experienced excessive blood loss.
After cuddling with Josiah again for a good bit of time, the labor assistant helped me to take a shower, while the midwife examined Josiah and the placenta. Josiah was born at 1:04 pm, and the birth team left our home around 2:30 pm. We spent the rest of the day together as a family celebrating Josiah's birth in the comfort of our own home without the intrusion of even well-meaning doctors and nurses. And, my March goal is now complete!
Our midwife, Brooke, labor assistant, Ashlee, and Josiah |