So...without further adue...her story.
Five months into our marriage, my husband and I decided it was time to start our family. Most couples get a dog at this point...but we decided to go for the baby. My husband and I both enjoy children and in fact, it's the one passion that we both share. So..for us..it made sense.
It didn't take long to conceive our daughter...I think it was about 3 months. During that time, my husband would pray over us and one night I distinctly remember him praying "Lord...please let us have a baby. And can it be a girl?" That month we conceived...and were completely overjoyed.
My pregnancy was really easy. I had the usual aches and pains, but overall, the morning sickness wasn't too bad (or I just got used to it) and my doctors were very happy. We found out at 20 weeks that we were indeed having a girl. I couldn't be happier and remember thanking God for honoring our prayers.
My due date came and went and by that point, like most other pregnant women, I was miserable. I could no longer fit behind the steering wheel of my car, therefore I was stuck in my house. I was no longer able to go to work to pass the time. I wasn't able to get out by myself...so my wonderful dad would pick me up and take me out places so I could just walk and not be alone.
On February 6, 2009 I was at my sisters and was having some pretty good contractions. So..my brother-in-law made me go to the hospital just to see how things were going. Now...to give you a little background, I had a brother that was born on February 6, 1982, however due to some health issues, he didn't make it and passed away on February 8, 1982. So..on my drive to the hospital, with my sister and husband...I just didn't know if I could have the baby on his birthday. It was just too hard. Turns out...I was sent home. Phew!!! I was however, in the beginning stages of labor.
The next day...my mom and I walked...and walked...and walked some more. We shopped at Kohls and as I leaned over the counter with contractions, the cashier said "are you ok" and I said "yes..I'm ready for this baby to come out!" She smiled and said good luck.
That night, I remember having contractions and I would sleep in between them, but then at 4am on February 8, 2009 I had a contraction that I just couldn't sleep through and when I sat up to wake my husband up, my water broke. I literally hit my husband and said "GET UP! I"M IN LABOR" as I grabbed a towel (conveniently next to my bed) in order to avoid getting the carpet wet. This was it!! She was coming!!!
We started on our way to the hospital and on the way I realized the date. It was February 8, 2009...the 27th anniversary of my brother's death. I remember
Five hours later I got my epidural. I can honestly say I don't remember what the contractions felt like, but I know they hurt. I remember leaning on my husbands shoulder trying to breath through them. In addition, I was just too tired from being up so early. So, about 1 minute after getting my epidural...I was asleep and slept for hours off and on. At 10:00 pm, I felt pressure and it turns out I was ready to push. This was it! After 18 hours...I was ready to bring this little baby into the world. I think it was about 10 good pushes and at 10:25pm Isabella Grace Moses was born. 7lbs 20 1/4 inches long. She looked JUST like her mommy. My little girl was here and she was perfect.
Then.....the day we brought her home.
To this day...I still look at my daugher and cry. It amazes me that God trusts me to raise this wonderful child. She is my life, my everything. And yes...we have our challenges (like crawling out of cribs) but challenge is good, because its the challenges that make us grow. It's the challenges that make us trust and lean on God.
Now....such a big girl.
So thank you Lord for the daughter that you have given me. May I become the mother that you intended to give to this child. Help me guide her in your ways. May she never turn from you, even for one minute.
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