Salem's 1st Birthday

Happy Birthday to our little darling girl. I'm telling ya, I love that squirrel! I think of those sweet cheeks and just want to gobble her up. She is growing into her little personality. She is a thinker, and LOVES pushing buttons, especially if it turns the TV or DVD player on or off. She is so content to crawl around the house and explore most of the day. She will periodically stop crawling and stand-up in the middle of the floor (just so we know she can) then resume activity.

Salem's Birth Story

A year ago today the Lord placed Salem Ann (whom we’ve lovingly dubbed Salem-ann-der) into my arms. I’ve desired to document her birth story since then, but today is the day.  To start you will need some background information.

I had asked my parents to come a week prior to her due date. Since our latest born child Hosea, was 2 days early.  The girls were even earlier. I felt a week was a good amount of time to play it safe. It was also near Christmas time, since her due date was December 24^th.  So I was highjacking the grandparents (mom and dad) from all the other family members during the Christmas holiday. As fate would have it, my older brother Ben and his family had decided to travel to Missouri from FRANCE, while mom and dad were waiting on ME to give birth. They were at mom and dad’s house while they were not there. I felt terrible about this. So I arranged for an induction to be done on the 22^nd. So mom and dad could get home to see my brother before he returned to France.  But my mother and Mike talked me out of the induction, as they both though I would prefer to labor naturally and they didn’t want me to be so accommodating in this situation. So we all waited around for little Salem to arrive. I felt so stressed out, because I truly did want mom and dad to get to see Ben. We waited….and waited…. And waited… on the 26^th, I phoned the doctor to re-schedule the induction.  Having so much attention on me was really difficult and added to the stress. Of course all my sweet friends would tell me to “relax, baby won’t come until you relax”. Then I grew anxious about my inability to relax. I was a ball of nerves people. What a mess!

I got the induction re-scheduled for the 28^th.  Mike and I woke early in the morning, drove through What-a-burger for an egg sandwich and checked in the Navel Hospital Pensacola. We got situated and turned on the history channel. We watched how all sorts of unusual foods were made, all morning. It was so relaxing. I receive cyotec, to dilate my cervix around 7 or 8, and my body started contracting and hour or two after that.  We continued to watch the history channel as the contractions came on closer and closer.  I was starting to transition, the TV needed to be turned off, and asked to be checked, she said  “5”, I thought that was very odd, because I was pretty sure baby was coming soon. I had one or two more contractions and asked to be checked again. She said “10”, that’s what I thought. The urge to push was there, no doctor in sight.  Mike moved to the foot of the bed, as he’s seen and heard how this can go.  The nurse quickly got gloves on, the doctor was called, she was down in the clinic. I pushed, baby was on her way, nurse caught her, baby was out, doctor walking in the door.  The doctor scolded me in some sort of fashion, and noted “that was quick”, I returned some sarcastic statement about her timing. Still not sure if she appreciated my jest.  All the post birth aftermath took place. And that was that. Her arrival was at 12:54 pm. Salem was a great eater from the first attempt. She knew just what to do. I was so thankful for all the answered prayers that came with that little bundle of joy.  During her pregnancy I prayed and asked God for everything I could think of that would make the transition from 3 children to 4 as smooth as possible and I am so thankful for the mercy He has shown to me and answering so many of my small particular requests.  So thankful to have a God who hears our prayers.

My stay at the hospital was very short, we left around noon the following day.  They seemed to think I had it under control.  I was a little disappointed that our “baby-cation” was so short lived, but also thrilled because I wanted to send mom and dad on their way. That following morning I was taking Salem’s pictures. I had packed a black blanket and a cute little knit santa hat a friend had given me and wanted to get some newborn shots of her while it was still just her and I. A doctor came in while I was doing it, I’m not sure if it was my doctor or her doctor. She asked if I was the mom? I replied yes. She stated that it looked like we were good and would be going home soon. I’m still not sure what her initial intent of coming in the room was? No one got checked. Just a funny memory. Any way… we got home, mom and dad left the next morning. They did get to see my brothers family for a few hours the evening prior and the morning of their departure. I’m glad that got to see them!!! I mean…..they traveled all the way from FRANCE!