My oldest son turned 4 this past Friday. We had loads of fun! He took favors to school for his classmates. He left school early to go have fun at Frankies with myself and aunty Ade. We came home to a pizza party organized by aunty Remi with some of his friends and most of his "aunties" in tow. It was a joy to see the light in his eyes...it was obvious he was having a blast. My oh my the unyielding faithfulness of the Father...it all takes me back to the weekend of September 20, 2002...
...how time flies! I remember so well the weekend of his birth. I worked up till the Friday of that Sunday...crouching for my tummy at irregular intervals due to funny cramps. The following day, a Saturday, we went to the hospital because the cramps had increased and were more painful. The doctor sent me back home saying I wasn't in labor. What?! no labor? with all this pain?...I decided to venture out from the hospital..I remembered their was a children's tag sale organized by my local la leche league that I had to attend. Of course I was a sight at the sale to say the least, constantly stopping to hold my belly. Several fellow shoppers expressed concern and wanted to make sure I needed nothing, my husband was besides himself thinking I was out of mind for shopping at my state and mad at himself for agreeing to bring me there. Albeit, I found some good deals at that sale.
We went home and my mom wouldn't let me sit...she put in a praise CD and we danced all the way. By evening time, the cramps had become full fledged contractions and later sharp pains through the back. A little after midnight, I asked my husband to call the practise and he was a little hesistant because of our experience the day before but he grabbed the phone and made the call when I gave him the eye. A couple of hours later we were on our way to the hospital again, with my mom in tow this time comforting and praying! DH was at the wheel, trying hard to keep his focus.
At the hospital, I was already 4cm dilated..."oh yeah, you are in labor" the nurse says. I thought to myself, "tell me that again!" When they asked me if I needed something for the pain I told them YEAH BABY, BRING IT ON. Praise Jesus for epidural...the pressure of labor continued..but "Miracle" came forth 7 mins before noon on a beautiful Sunday morning. It was also the first of Fall (autumn).
Lesson Learned: Weeping may last through the night, but JOY sure comes in the morning!
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