Valentine’s Day…It was never that big a deal for me. I liked giving treats and I LOVE pink and sparkles but it just wasn’t a huge thing.
Now my Birthday WEEK is another story!
Back to Valentine’s Day, it just wasn’t that big a day…until it was!
Not everyone knows what Valentine’s Day is for our family, so I will take a minute to share.
I had Kinley, our 6th child on April 10, 2011. She was born a little earlier than she should have been. Her birth story, I will save for April, but I will say this, drama was involved and it left me concerned about my next pregnancy.
When I went to my Doctor, he said, yep, you’re pregnant. I should have tied your tubes last time. Now, he was normally funny and joked whenever I would come back pregnant again but I was not at all amused by his “joking” this time. As we walked out, Andy said, “What did you think of this visit?”
I said, it made me uncomfortable and I didn’t want to go back.
That afternoon I started calling OBGYN’S out of the phonebook! No LIE (kids, it was this book full of phone numbers, so cool!)
Anyway, I called several and finally landed on the perfect one. I called and said I need to ask a few questions. Number one, how does your doctor feel about multiple c-sections? Number 2, how does he feel about large families?
She said well, I think he is ok with multiple c-sections and he’s Catholic!
I was like fantastic, not sure what issues he may have but a large family won’t be one!
We made our appointment and were a bit hesitant and nervous to get again be treated with the typical reactions we were used to.
We explained what had happens with our previous birth and what our doctor said.
He said well, you are pregnant now and there is nothing you can do about that, we will do the best we can! He was calm, gracious and comforting.
I immediately knew we had found my Dr.
Now, since this was not my first rodeo, I was like listen, I have 6 kids, do I have to come every two weeks. He said “No, I trust you but there will come a time when you have to trust me.”
With this pregnancy, I had more pain with the others, I called in because it was hard for me to discern if something wasn’t right or if I was just old or my pregnancies were just so close together.
I was told to come in. I didn’t have a bag, didn’t have a baby bag, we just went in.
The big question of the morning seemed to be if I was going to be given the steroid shot to help the lungs. I was only 31 weeks and it was best to wait as long as possible.
Our doctor decided to give me the shot and then called in the high risk Dr. for my ultrasound. (I saw a high risk doctor also during the pregnancy)
I was given the choice of spending the night there in case I needed to deliver or going downtown to Centennial or Vanderbilt.
My doctor said if your baby has to be intubated, he will have to be transferred. I had been under the impression that if my baby needed the NICU this hospital was the rage NICU I would need, so I was a little taken aback.
I did NOT want to go to Centennial, Vandy has an excellent children’s hospital but I would not be able to stay with the baby.
I said, what are the chances the baby will need to be intubated?
He said “60/40”
I said which one is 60 and which one is 40?
He said “60% chance he won’t be.”
I said, we will take it.
He left to go back to the office While I had my ultrasound. It looked like there was some fluid leaking but he was going to call our Dr.
Our doctor came in around 11:30ish and said, “I told you there would come a time you would have to trust me. This is that time.”
While it is not yet an emergency, you will be having your c-section today, at 1:00.
I was prepped for a hysterectomy. Andy had to go home and grab some things, make arrangements for the children. I started to get nervous that he wouldn’t even be back in time.
We wanted to be surprised with wether it was a boy or girl but the Lord has given me the name Zephaniah. Which, I just didn’t understand at the time. Not sure why? Read Zephaniah!
He was born and he was perfect! He didn’t even have to be intubated!
He was the sweetest and the nurses said he had Rod Stewart hair! hair
Although much to the name nazis dismay, it took us three days to officially name him. Zephaniah Seven.
In the midst of Zephaniah, there is this verse
The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.
Zephaniah has been a joy to our family since birth. He has the most joyful personality and he is always singing.
This is what I wrote on his first Birthday.
Fantastic end to a wonderful Valentines day. One year ago today at 31 weeks, we were blessed with the surprise of another son. 3 days later, we named him Zephaniah, “the Lord has protected, treasured” and what a treasure he has been. I have truly been blessed! We thank God for seeing fit to trust our family with his treasure, Zephaniah Seven! I love you son! You may be small but you will grow up to do mighty things for His kingdom!
Happy 6th Birthday to our joyful Zephaniah!
A special thank you to Dr. Sizemore for being the best Dr. EVER!