Monday, July 14, 2014
The Final Countdown
The long anticipated day was coming; actually, I carefully counted down the days to my due date, but nothing happened. Every day I could feel the baby move; he was quite active. This is basically the reason for my decision to continue waiting. I know that it is important to receive prenatal care, but due to various circumstances I will not get into, I had not received any during this pregnancy. I have to admit there was times of worry and even anxiety over the baby's development. Mostly, my concern was making it full term. I had suffered terrible losses in the past, and could not bare the thought of going through it again.
From the first moment I realized I was expecting, I felt overjoyed much more than could be expressed. I was hesitant however to mention any thing about it, due to my husband's concern for my health. I came very close to death last year, and it had been something terribly tough for my husband to deal with. Thankfully due to his fast action and quick thinking, he was able get me quickly to the hospital, which in turn saved my life, B'H. Now pregnant once again, I didn't want to see him worry about me. The thought of a such a wonderful blessing was much too delightful to be clouded by those sad memories. So I went through the first three months keeping the news to myself.
The months went by, and my estimated due date was to be on June the 17th. I was growing quite big, and was thinking along with my daughter, the baby would be arriving earlier than expected. But, the day came, and left without the arrival. For several weeks, I had been experiencing contractions, which would only turn out to be false labor. June passed and July began, but the baby was not ready to be born just yet.
Finally on a Friday after a couple of hours of contractions we decided to go to the hospital. I knew that even if it turned out to be false labor, going there was a good decision. And so we went late that night, and as expected, the contractions began to lessen and come further apart. At the hospital however we all agreed that the best thing was for me to stay there and be induce if necessary. So it was that I stayed there with my husband and was induced. After a long tiring night in labor, the baby was finally born the following morning.
With great joy we welcomed our newborn. Ever thankful to Hashem, we rejoiced with admiration at the sight of our healthy, newborn, baby boy. My concerns about our baby's health were now put behind. I was finally able to embrace the blessing I had long awaited. We now have twelve blessings in our home, and I am greatly thankful for each one of them. Last Erev Shabbat as we sat around our table, I laughed to see our toddler line up for a second time, while giggling, to receive a blessing from her Daddy. And then, I couldn't hold back the tears, to see my husband bless our newborn child. I was filled with such joy and gratitude at HaShem's kindness in blessing us with such wonderful gifts. May he give us the wisdom and strength to raise up a G-dly generation.
"Every day I will bless YOU and praise YOUR NAME forever and ever."[Psalms (Tehillym) 145. 2
Greatly and wonderfully,