Hi my name is Zoe Valentine and this is my story of how I got here.
Let's start the story on my due date.
Mom was getting anxious; she really wanted me here in her arms, right where I am now as I'm telling this story. Her due date was on a Friday. She went to work, where they had a fun day volunteering for the afternoon at the boys and girls club. Even though mommy thought that was a great way to spend her day, she still couldn't think of anything but me. The day came and went, and I stayed comfortably in her tummy.
The weekend looked like it was going to come and go with no sign of me as well. Sunday night mom was sure she would be headed back to work in the morning. She took a nice relaxing bath and finished reading her book, the Good Luck of Today. When mom got out she brushed her teeth and started flossing. Then all of a sudden, she felt this weird feeling and thought she might have peed herself. How embarrassing! She ran to the toilet but the leak didn't stop. It only took her a minute to realize her water just broke.
Mom knew I would be here soon. She was so excited and yelled to daddy in the other room that I was on my way.
Mom and dad wanted to have an intervention free birth for me. They wanted no pitocen, no epidural and daddy was super prepared to support mommy during my trip here.
Mom called the doctors office to let them know what was happening and they said it was okay if they stayed at home until the morning as long as I kept moving and contractions weren't getting too strong. Mom preferred being at home, so they decided to stay there for the time.
But Mom couldn't sleep. She was too excited. It wasn't long before the contractions started. She stayed up until 5 in the morning just feeling them go through her body. Somehow, she was able to fall asleep for a couple hours at some point. When she woke up mommy and daddy headed to the hospital. Monday was going to be a great day,
But once they got all checked into their room, something strange happened. The contractions that had been coming so regularly and getting stronger and stronger just stopped. Not kinda stopped, but completely stopped. Mom didn't like this. She was worried about infection, and knew that I only had so much time to get out safely.
Her and daddy decided to wait a few hours. After all, mom's body was made to get me here. Things would work out.
But after a few hours, nothing happened. And nothing happened. And nothing happened. Mom and dad talked to the doctor and decided that some pitocen (the drug they use to induce labor) might be a good idea to get things moving. The clock was ticking (without moms water to protect me, the risk of infection gets higher and higher as time goes by, it gets really high around 24 hours and they were already 12 hours in) and they didn't want to risk me getting sick. So on came the drugs to speed things up and with that an epidural because these contraction were different and painful.
But it wasn't long until they had more reason to be concerned. As mom's contractions got stronger, my heart rate would fall. So the pitocen had to be stopped. But as soon as the pitocen stopped, so did the contractions. What was going on? How was I going to get here if contractions were so hard on me?
For hours and hours they played this game. Using pitocen to try to help me out and watching my heart rate very carefully. You would think mommy and daddy loved staring at monitors because they couldn't take their eyes off the one measuring my heart rate. Only they weren't loving it, because my heart was taking longer and longer to bounce back after each contraction. They were getting scared - how much distress was I in? They really couldn't tell. But what they were seeing didn't seem good and the doctors didn't think so either.
This is when dad gave mommy the sweetest blessing in the world. They were both close to tears as they turned to the Lord to seek guidance for how to help me. While mom and dad were scared, they felt surrounded by love and peace that things would be okay.
Time kept going by and things just kept looking worse and worse. The doctors wanted me out. Mom and dad wanted me out. There was just too much that could go wrong at this point. So the decision was made mom would have a c- section. Once Dad told the doctor they had the green light on the surgery, they moved fast. The anesthesiologist came right in and made it so mom couldn't feel anything at all. In fact, he gave her so much that her body just started shaking uncontrollably. 5 minutes later they were in the operating room. 15 minutes later the doctors started saying "that's a big baby" as they pulled me out of her.
Dad looked over the curtain and said I was purple, but that I was okay. I had the cord wrapped tightly around my neck. But it only took seconds for that to be removed and for me to be breathing the way a baby should. The nurses brought me over to see mom for a second. Then Dad and I went to go get cleaned up. I made it!
The amazing thing is that even though it was a really scary time for mom and dad, they felt God's love and peace the whole time and my journey here was an amazing and spiritual experience for everyone. Now we are all happy and healthy at home. A beautiful family of 3.