Today Josiah turns four years old. What a wonderful 4 years it hs been. Josiah becomes more of my friend everyday. But boy whatta boy! When I found out I was pregnant with Josiah we were in Norway. We were ending our 9 month stint at a Bible school. I found out that my friends Fran and Karen were both pregnant with their first and I felt empty. I wanted to be a mom at that point right there. I prayed that God would make me willing to let down my guard and become pregnant. Well, low and behold I left my birth control at home during a month long trip away from Bergen and that was that.
We came home from Norway and after a sweet time at Cornerstone Fest, we stayed with Joel’s parents working toward a life in Atlanta. And for about 6 months we stayed there and I grew very large. I became very worried that I would be putting my baby boy in a dresser drawer at my in-laws house. After bending very low Joel waited tables for a bit until he found a temp job that became permanent almost instantly. In a two week period our biggest stresses were taken care of and we were ready to have our baby boy.
Josiah was due on SuperBowl Sunday. And instead of having a baby I went to a SuperBowl party in XL maternity pants. Eight days after my due date Josiah decided to come. My water broke at 1am and we drove from Marietta to south Atlanta, about 30 minutes at 2am. I was 4cm when we got there and my midwife was impressed that I didn’t want medication. I remember being very tired. The pain came when I had to change out of my clothes and into a gown. Joel and I labored together through the night and I spent too much time on the labor ball. I made it all the way through transition without drugs. The shower helped. But the hard part was getting him out.
I started pushing at 9am. My mom and Cat were there with us. I pushed for 2 hours and Josiah seemed stuck on my pubic bone. I was convinced to have an epidural and rest. It was great. I slept for a couple hours. Then we prepared to turn off the drugs and go again. I pushed for another two hours. The doctor was called in because my midwife really wanted me to avoid a C-section. We decided to use the vacuum and started to push again. It took 3 times with the vacuum I think. It hurt real bad. Then my boy was born. My 9lb 12oz boy. How did he get that big?? He was 22 1/2 inches long. No wonder he was stuck.
Although Josiah was so large he decided he didn’t want to eat very well. He dropped to 8lbs 8oz by the time we left the hospital. I was a wreck. It was hard to heal, I was so torn and bruised and weak. And my baby wouldn’t gain weight! But although I was so worried, no one at my father-in-laws pediatric office was worried. Because Josiah was doing all the things a healthy boy would do he was just skinny-skinny. At 6 months old he was only 13lbs 6oz. And then, with doctor’s orders, we stuffed him with food and he wasn’t too skinny anymore. He’s pretty normal, except when he gets the stomach flu. He’s looking kinda boney this week. I weighed him yesterday and he’s 40lbs. I measured him and he’s 43 1/2 inches tall. Whatta boy. It’s good to remember and maybe some of you out there will be encouraged by our four year old story. I’m so thankful for my son. He’s helped me grow into a much better woman.