Every birth teaches me a lesson about myself, about life, about God, and gives me the gift of a child as well as answers prayers.
Nora gave me the gift of motherhood, her birth was filled with joy and light from heaven. This her name is Eli (God) nor (light).
Ronnie’s birth taught me Gods awareness of me, healed my heart from the hurt of postpartum depression and the fear of having another baby. The blessings of heaven rained down.
Bret’s Birth was hard. I saw power in myself I never knew possible. I now know I can do anything I put my mind to.
Stephen Reinier Eaves, was born precisely when he was supposed to be born. Down to the minute. He was born on 02/02/2020 @ 02:02am a perfect double palindrome.
Stephen even in the womb was a kind soul. I was trying to heal from the trauma of Brets birth. As ppl the time of birth was approaching, my anxiety was becoming unbearable. Stephen stayed breech a week from when we would have to try to turn him. At that point I was so afraid of a repeat experience like Bret’s, that I would rather get a C-section. But my dear midwife Rachel,(from Blossom Birth Center, in Phoenix AZ) helped me work through my fears, and ask Stephen to go head down. Before the end of that week he listened. He was posterior then, face up position, the position Bret was in that had made it so difficult to bring him here. She told me to ask Stephen, again, to move to the left side, facing back. And he listened.
Now the waiting game. I was good at waiting by now, both Ronnie and Bret were late. Ronnie by 9 days, Bret by 6. But I had never not started labor and seen a baby at the end. Those few weeks before he was born I went into labor 3 times. The first time it was the day before we were to go on our over night anniversary date. Then the next day we found out my sister in law had had a miscarriage of a long wanted baby. How painful would have been if he was born then? Us spreading our jubilance, and only impacting their pain.
The next time we headed to the birth center again, and it stopped within two hours just like the first. Every birth teaches me a lesson about myself, about life, about God, and gives me the gift of a child as well as answers prayers.
But I had never not started labor and not seen a baby at the end. Those few weeks before he was born I went into labor 3 times. The first time it was the day before we were to go on our over night anniversary date. Then the next day we found out my sister in law had had a miscarriage of a long wanted baby. How painful would have been if he was born then? Us spreading our jubilance, and only impacting their pain.
The next time we headed to the birth center again, and it stopped within two hours just like the first. Paul joked “hey wait till next week! Maybe he will be born on the palindrome! It only happens like every 800yrs or something” I laughed and said he better not make we wait so long..
This same process happened one more time.
The day before Stephen was born, we were all convinced he was a girl. Samantha.. I was talking with my niece Emily and I said “ Emilee.. what if the baby is a boy?.. Emilee! It’s a boy..”
Later that day, around 5:00pm on February 1rst. Labor started finally. For real this time. My friend Leah was flying in that night, coming to help me take care of my kiddos. I was suppose to have already had the baby at this point. But an hour after she came, labor picked up, I knew it was time to go. Another example of perfect timing. We got to the birth center, and I began to cry, “ I can’t see the baby in my arms or with the kids, what if I don’t make it? What if he doesn’t make it?” and started the intravenous antibiotic. I was GBS positive. The antibiotic needed to be in my system for at least 4hrs before the baby was born. Otherwise it could be dangerous for baby.
The labor was very easy, very calm. I remember crying because it was “too” easy, and the contractions were inconsistent and not strong or really painful. I would have 10 min breaks, then 3 small contractions, maybe one larger. This same pattern happened with Bret. Save the contractions were very painful and very hard. So I was worried the baby was positioned wrong and had a short chord like Bret.
With Nora and Ronnie’s birth I wanted Paul right there holding my hand. I relied heavily on his assurance. With Bret it was such a Difficult labor, that I needed all the support I could get so I was surrounded by my midwife assistants and my midwife. But with Stephen I had this Fierce independence. I didn’t want anyone touching me. We were having a little bit of a stall in labor. Where is the crazy long breaks in between, increasing my worry, she had me try a position called Captain Jack. Where are you prop one leg up on a stool or chair and during a contraction you squat down into your hips And breathe down. It must’ve done the trick, I got in the Birth pool and felt like I needed to use the restroom. Got on the toilet and felt a huge dissent from the baby. Was able to fill his head at the tip of my fingers. And the midwives were like you better come get on the birth stool. so I walked over to the birth stool, And within two pushes, he was here! He came at 2:02 AM on 02/ 02 /2020. A perfect palindrome. A palindrome that only happens about every 800 years. I remember Paul saying if we waited for this day how special that would be. I have no idea what it is with my babies and listening to their father about due dates or birth timing, but they seem to do what he asks. At least in the womb anyhow..
We had decided to keep his gender reveal till as Paul would say it “The baby will reveal when it reveals.” So right away when Stephen was born he had a manly old man face, And we knew for certain just by looking at the guy he was a boy. And what a surprise! We had planned to call her Samantha, even written the name Sam in the cement in the backyard... although the day before he was born I had a pretty strong hunch that he was a little boy. So I wasn’t terribly surprised. But for most of the pregnancy we had assumed he was a little girl.
The energy I had gotten from Little Stephen in my womb was that of a little fox. With a bright color of teal. And he is such a little fox mischievous and sweet. Smart and curious. Snuggly and loving. The joy of our hearts! Stephen taught me to trust in God‘s Timing. Perfect timing, down to the very minute. Like I previously mentioned he was a kind baby and listened to me, when I needed him to move positions. He continues to show such sweet kindness. I couldn’t be more grateful to be Stephen’s mom, and to have had the experience bringing him into this world that I did.
