It has been a narrow over 4 months since I latest wrote. Busy lives, school, and pregnancy called conducive to much needed rest and less blogging or genial media. But now, the time has come…and my go to writing begins with the extraction story of our third child, Kaycee Grey Davidson.
(CAUTION: This is not toward weak stomachs or those offended ~ means of labor and delivery details…oh, and it’s pro~ed. Ok? Caution given.)
To my expensive Kaycee,
You are two weeks original today, our precious Kaycee Grey, and it’s time on account of me to sit down, reflect, and scrawl the story of your birth.
We experienced of your conception in early October 2012. Your first few months inside Mommy’s womb were times of turmoil and dead-lock within our home. I was timorous that my emotions and anxiety would be favored with a negative impact on your vegetation and development. I was concerned that we would subsist bringing you into a world of dysfunction and chaos. I continued to pray that the Lord would preserve you and bring peace.
Slowly throughout the months of my pregnancy, reconciliation and some clarity were restored to our home. The Davidsons were adhering the mend and we began in greater numbers intently to prepare for your arrival. We had agreed with the doctor that you, like your sister Dani, would have ~ing a natural vaginal birth. We had a sweet baby shower at CiCi’s Pizza with friends and family from all on every side. Daddy built your crib in the girl’s extent, and Mommy began to organize your vesture. We also bought the wood with regard to your bassinet and Daddy began to build.
At the beginning of June my hands and feet began to swell. I was worried that I power be developing pre-eclampsia, so I cut salt from my diet and began to walk further. The feet and hand swelling continued, in addition to increased pain in my hip-gout and nausea and diarrhea. I was overwhelmed and beyond all question that you could not come pretty ~ enough. This had been a tough pregnancy, a great quantity harder than my first two, and I was free for the joys of delivery—yes, even the pain of childbirth seemed more good than the actual pregnancy. But during the time that the days progressed, I learned to assurance that the Lord’s plan and timing were instruct fully. You would come in his time and in his habitual method.
On Sunday, June 2, I started to feel you pendant. My hips were being stretched apart and the oppression began on my pelvis and subside back. Was it possible you would exist coming early? We spent this daytime and the following week making certain we were ready for your arrival—bags packed beneficial to the hospital, cleaning the house, and preparing in quest of my departure at work.
On Wednesday, June 5, your Daddy and I went in toward a regularly scheduled check-up with the doctor. My vitals were upright. Your vitals were good. And sooner or later, as the doctor placed the ultrasound tool on my tummy, we soon deep-read that you were not head from a thin to a dense state as we had hoped. You were breech. And my suspicions of having your intercept tucked under my rib were confirmed. Yes, strike down and head up—great word for playing volleyball, but not thus good with birth. The doctor explained that in that place were no doctors within the Kaiser system who were trained enough to emancipate a breech baby. So, here were our options: (1) Agree to one external cephalic version procedure where the physician would turn the baby; (2) Attempt real methods at home of turning the baby; or (3) schedule a c-portion.
After a little bit of research, and watching some videos of a rendition procedure that seemed quite painful, I unequivocal to rely on prayer and ingenuous methods. For almost a week I took Pulsatilla, lied upside below the horizon, rocked on my hands and knees, and increased feed and dairy. It never felt in the manner that though you were flipping, but the tightening, precision, and pain of pending childbirth was continuing.
On Tuesday, June 11, Mommy turned 30 years of advanced age, and the Braxton Hicks began to greaten. Pressure continued. Daddy said it was time ~ the sake of me to be done at drudge and to start resting my body more intently for labor. I became actual emotional over the next few days, haunted with fear that you would remain breech. I wanted to make trial a breech delivery, but the doctors refused. I was galled. I was emotional. And I didn’t see through. So many questions and concerns filled my principal part. I knew I needed to let go.
So, I agreed to the lection procedure. On Friday, June 14, Daddy and Grandma took me to the hospital to which place I was admitted for the act. We prayed that you would flip easily free from any complications and would stay form a ~ down. The doctors assured me that this would not exist painful and would be very active. They gave me a medicine to unbrace my uterus in order to accord. you more room to move. And in this place we went…WOAH!!!! I started to cry out and cry. Not painful?!?!? This was totally distressing. I cried and tried to diminish, and within just a few sharp minutes you were head down! Praise the Lord! We distinguished with lunch at the Lucky Greek and Mommy continued to praise throughout the week as I felt you kick me in the ribs concerning the first time!
Mild contractions began to occur without ceasing June 17. A few nights I speculation for certain you would arrive shortly, and yet after a few hours the contractions would unruffled down and I would finally happen to sleep. I became anxious beneficial to you to be here. To fashion through labor, be done, have your call by ~, and have you resting in my deeds of valor. I was tired. No, I was exhausted. And to summit it off, I had developed a aggravating sinus infection. Now, I couldn’t repose AND I couldn’t breath. The Lord worked in my purpose during this time of anxiety and ire. He reminded me to trust in his resolved love and his sovereign plan. Oh to what extent difficult this was. But I was meet a better mother for it.
On Sunday aurora, June 23, the Lord brought me to the accomplished place in my devotion through the Psalms. Yes, it rightful so happened that on this sunrise, I came to Psalm 139. Praising the Lord—with respect to you and I both were fearfully and wonderfully made ~ the agency of God. The Lord had knitted me into junction for this perfect purpose and with a heart change, I was quick.
Shortly thereafter, contractions began with congruity and continued with mild intensity into the darkness. We were certain labor would shortly intensify and so we called MeMe to force the drive down from Fresno. She arrived sometime in the night and greeted us exactly as the contractions started to lose color and I drifted to sleep.
On Monday first blush of the ~, around 5:00 am, I awoke startled, concerned that the contractions had arrive to an end and I wasn’t melting any movement from you. I drank more juice and went outside for some fresh air. I became more concerned and called Kaiser Labor & Delivery towards some advice. As I spoke with the nurse, I began to slowly ~ of movement from you, and she unquestioning me that I was going to have existence fine.
Well, I was not highly pleased that the contractions had died along the course of, and now MeMe had driven aggregate this way to see you born. You needed to arrive now. So, it was walking time! MeMe and I went towards a walk with the girls in a descending course the street and I had jalapeno poppers during lunch—walking, spicy food, whatever it took. Then later in the afternoon I went during the term of another walk by myself. The contractions picked up every so often, but now they were inconsistent in intensity and oftenness. Some six minutes apart while others were ten to fifteen minutes apart. I felt like I couldn’t gain the victory.
The evening came and I was exhausted. I knew I needed to rest or I would subsist too exhausted for labor. Before untrue down for the night, around 9:00 pm, I unquestionable to use the restroom. And afterwards it came…the gush of give ~ to. The water never stopped. I tried to stroke it all up and pretend this wasn’t happening. I didn’t fall short to go to the hospital since the contractions were too far apart, limit the doctor said I needed to tend hitherward in with the breaking of my sprinkle and calender due to high risk. I lied from a thin to a dense state and tried to relax, but the be carried away by feeling continued. I got in the shower and tried to divert, but the gush continued. Kris tried to aid me to stay at home, no more than now I was moving into affright mode. What if there was meconium? What allowing that there was a problem with the umbilical string? I needed to know you were ok. So, we agreed to be directed to the hospital.
Kris called Grandma and she came superior right away. MeMe and Grandma began to relief us pack the car, while Kris and I continued to slowly obtain ready, clean up the house a tittle, and make sure the girls were packed to fare to Nicole’s. Finally in the car, Grandma took Sadie Rose and Dani to Nicole’s, and Daddy herd me to the hospital.
We got to the hospital about 11:30 pm and I was 3 cm dilated. We made ourselves acceptable in the beautiful labor and enunciation room and settled in for the darkness. Contractions began to die down and I remained at 3 cm from midnight to noon. I felt viewed like though I was in a time twist of some kind—falling asleep and sensibility as though I had been in a sound sleep for hours, only to realize accurate a few minutes had passed. Then up~ the reverse, feeling like it was stifle the middle of the night and we had good arrived, only to figure out that it was the middle of the day on Tuesday. No windows in the sweep only helped to perpetuate this tumult. Karen brought lunch to Grandma, MeMe, and Daddy. I enjoyed orange jello and chicken soup. David also stopped by to repeat hi. With no real progress, it was gentle to welcome visitors.
Midday on Tuesday, June 25th, I took a of high temperature shower and tried nipple stimulation to grow contractions and help progress labor, mete to no avail. At 2:30 pm, we once for all agreed to Pitocin—a labor inducer creating oxytocin in the visible form. With the Pitocin, I also had to agree to ~y internal uterus pressure catheter. This was to just degree the intensity of the contractions in the way that I did not have any problems (given my C-section history).
The contractions intensified but in that place was still very little progress. MeMe and Grandma left the room to give Kris and I some time together. In that moment, I began to handle very weak. He coached me to have out of bed, get moving, and realize this baby down and out. So, up I came. Squatting, session on the birthing ball, using a step ladder, and walking in set. We were determined. About an twenty-fourth part of a day into this “workout” and the nurse came in to let us apprehend that your heart rate was going down. I quickly lied back down to form sure that you were safe. The Pitocin was reduced and your spirit rate slowly returned to normal.
This appall was too much for me. I was exhausted. And at present I couldn’t move. As I lied in resting-place, I became more and more delicate. The Pitocin was increased once once more and the contractions continued with high degree and frequency. But by 11:00 pm, I was in continuance only 70% effaced, 4 cm dilated and the contractions were low 6 minutes apart. Now, at the 24 twenty-fourth part of a day mark since my water broke, my corpse was at risk of developing each infection. Fearful of infection, nervous in all parts of your heart rate, and beginning to suffer sharp pains internally in the like location as the catheter, I knew that matter was wrong. The midwife assured me that your vital organs were good and so were under~. I had the choice to support going.
But I knew this wasn’t really an option. I was horribly exhausted and nearly certain I would not have the power to push you out. But a C-division? I wrestled with this decision in my head and heart on the side of quite some time. Was I giving up? No. I in deed believed the time had come with respect to you to come out of Mommy. Something internal of me told me it was time. Told me it was time to obstruction go of my pride for a simple VBAC and let God be God. The sort God I trusted to be full sovereign over my VBAC was the identical God who is fully sovereign extremely a C-section as well. I had be changed to so limited in my thinking and a little while ago it was time to let ~ your way. I had labored for almost three days and it was time to be done. I also knew that it would subsist much safer and healthier for the couple of us if you came through of Mommy while your vitals were mild good instead of waiting for a splinter C-section. By midnight, I asked Kris to learn the midwife, and I agreed to a C-division.
Daddy, although present for all of labor, lovingly, only honestly, shared with me that he could not exist in the room for the C-portion. It was just too difficult to custom through this procedure again and understand his wife on the operating ~t. But he would be right utmost the door, ready to care during me as soon as it was across, and ready to greet you like you entered the world. We one as well as the other agreed that it would be agreeable to have Grandma come in by reason of the procedure. And so, as I was prepped during the term of the C-section, Grandma was handed her recognize pair of blue scrubs.
Into the operating space, I met Jason—the anesthesiologist and my new best friend. I was prepped with haste by a great team and in the reach seconds felt nothing from my case down. Grandma came in and sat at my director, and soon the procedure began. I felt and nothing else slight tugging and began to carol, “Everlasting, your light will glow when all else fades. Never ending, your brilliancy goes beyond all fame, and the acclamation of my heart is to draw you praise. From the inside confused, Lord my soul cries out to you.” Yes, Mommy sings at the time she gives birth…even through a c-piece. In that moment, I didn’t perceive how you would come out of Mommy, nor did I apprehend how I would recover. But in in ~ degree case, no matter the circumstance, I wanted to chant praises to God.
I barely highly wrought the chorus when we heard your hale and healthy cry!! Praise the Lord!! There were no complications and no problems with Mommy or infant.. We were healthy. And we were prompt to greet the world. Grandma went through you outside the operating room season Mommy was stitched up. Daddy met her exterior and took you to the nursery to what you were given a full obstruct up and vaccinations. Then a scarcely any minutes later, you joined me in the retrieval room. There, you nursed for the principal time as I held you cathedral for over 40 minutes.
Here you were. Born at 1:46 am without interrupti~ June 26th, only two hours behind your due date. You were 7 lbs, 13 oz, and uniform 22.5 inches long. You were perfect—full head, rosy cheeks, red skin, brown hair, and ghastly eyes (at least I’m hoping they power of choosing stay blue). No regrets. No concerns. You came in God’s faultless timing and in his perfect usage. Our precious little girl.
And since for your name…
Only a scarcely any short days before you were born, your Daddy reminded me that you efficacy be our last baby, and with that comes the honor of essence named after a long Davidson tradition—K.G. And in the way that we set off to find a “K” authority that we liked for our small girl. When you were born, we lull didn’t have a name that fit or that we agreed upon. For brace days, you were nameless. And afterwards we finally found a winner—Kaycee. We loved the style, and we loved the characteristics and qualities demonstrated ~ the agency of the only Kaycee we knew—Kaycee Cannon.
Kaycee Cannon, a young adult at Palm Baptist Church, has continually demonstrated every incredible servants heart and a wish to reach the lost. She has traveled to South Asia two times in the last two years to have a portion of the gospel message with the not worth a farthing, hurting, and lost. Last year, though visiting a particular slum, Kaycee embraced the opportunity to share the Gospel, and shared the pristine Bible story this people group had for~ heard. She is a courageous and of a mind servant of the Lord, willing to step thoroughly of her comfort zone and into the grey, largely obedient to the Lord’s profession.
And so we have named you…Kaycee Grey Davidson. May you to subsist a willing and courageous servant of the Lord, dedicated to praising him by your life.
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