Timothy

Up until now all of my children had been born two years apart. I’ve had five beautiful children. Three were born in a hospital, then we had the last two at home, unassisted.

I’m the worst at keeping track of my cycles. Which in my defense, I’m not regular.  For the past twelve years I have either been pregnant or breastfeeding.

So needless to say, it’s hard to keep up with, or maybe I’m just lazy. Either way I don’t track it.

So here I am in the middle of August feeling a bit different knowing I had a cycle in June, sometime around my daughter’s birthday and was pretty sure I hadn’t had one since then.

So I took the test.

Yep, we were pregnant and here we go again!

I was happy, my family was happy and that’s all that mattered.

I estimated my due date to be March 26^th. I have never had a baby to come early or on time, so that date didn’t mean much to me.

I handle my own prenatal care. I monitor my diet, my weight, baby’s heartrate, and our overall wellbeing.

I take my prenatal vitamins, maintain daily physical activity, along with regular Chiropractic visits.

Although I had done this before I reeducated myself on natural childbirth and how to handle different situations that could arise.

In January we decided to have an ultrasound to get the measurements of the baby along with the sex.

It’s a boy!

Another BOY!! We were happy. Four boys.

March came and went. We waited.

I kept reminding myself that no one had ever stayed pregnant forever, so I just continued to pray for a fast, and healthy delivery; healthy momma and healthy baby.

Finally, April 11^th, 9pm. I had a contraction. Just one, but it was real. I knew time was close. I went to bed to rest while I still could.

April 12^th, 6am. Another contraction. I was still in bed but quickly got up. Went to the bathroom. There was blood, just a small amount but it was a start.

9am. Another one. It was a bit stronger than the others. It was at that moment when we finalized his name. Timothy Adam Davis “God Honoring Man”. 1 Timothy Chapter 2.

11:15am. Another contraction, then they all came;

12:05pm

1:25pm

2:30pm

3:05pm

3:10pm

3:15pm

3:25pm

I was on the birthing ball between contractions and would stand during them.

I went to the bathroom to get more comfortable and wanted to get there while there was still time.

Once there my husband prepared our things. My music, birth ball, birth stool, essentials oils, towels, plastics, absorbent pads, and cord clamp.

I seemed to be more vocal and more relaxed with this birth. I was confident already having had two unassisted births, I knew getting scared was the worst thing I could do and would cause me more pain.

So I swayed and danced. I squatted, I reclined on the toilet, I was on all fours.

I do believe the pain was more intense than I had experienced with the first two, but I moaned and prayed through it.

At some time after 4pm I felt it was time to push, so I did. I pushed more this time compared to the others. But I felt it was needed.

6:40pm Timothy Adam was born. He was healthy and beautiful. I was healthy, tired, but healthy!

My husband and I waited a few moments before calling in the children. We just looked at him and praised God! We thanked the Lord for watching over us, for leading and guiding us!

My sweet baby nursed, while I delivered the placenta which took another two hours. We cut and clamped the cord an hour later. My husband took Timothy to clean and clothe.

Thinking back on this birth, I still praise God for His hand being on us.

My recovery, again was amazing! The birth was perfect!