So, we stopped at our church along the way to our delivery the morning of March 28th, 2018. We said our prayers and asked for strength, peace and a healthy baby girl! Off we went to have our baby with Jesus on our side!
We arrive and do not know what to do when we go to check in. We're kindly ushered to the correct floor and proceed to meet our nurses for the delivery. The beautiful hospital gown makes its appearance and the litany of papers to sign my life away begin! As I'm lying on the bed, I begin to feel the aches in my belly. At first, I think, wow, I'm this nervous that I'm working myself up and now I'm cramping!
Also, as an aside for anyone having a c-section, I was asked if I was going to be donating my placenta or INGESTING IT. I'll pause a second here for you to absorb that statement. The answer would be no to eating my placenta or making it into soap or a face mask but thanks for asking. So, now let's talk about this donation thing you speak of. Well, apparently, St. David's Medical Center is the only hospital in Texas offering this amazing process. Only c-section patients can do this because they need the placenta in its whole state. It's sent to burn victims at Wilford Hall Medical Center in San Antonio for skin grafting. YES! Please help someone with my placenta!
The cramps are coming on harder and stronger now and then the nurse comes in..."Mrs. Davidson, we're going to find your doctor and the anesthesiologist immediately and move your delivery time up." And why are we doing this? "You are actually going into labor and having contractions right now." Ummm, no ma'am! I came here for a c-section. I'm not going to have labor contractions AND surgery. Somebody better figure this out quick!
So I'm now bearing down and trying to remember my Lamaze class breathing techniques from 11 years ago while trying to sign all my papers! I guess baby girl realized we were at the hospital and it was her queue to enter Stage Left now. Here we go!
You had a baby?? Oh, you had a baby!! Didn't know you were trying! And other responses to my announcement!
It's been a little while since I've posted on my blog but something compelled me today to do so and air out so many things on my mind like how I feel about having a newborn/infant again!
I guess the cat is out of the bag, or rather, the baby is out of the womb!! Tacky??? Oh well.
Yes, Monica had a baby. A beautiful, healthy baby girl! She is our bonus baby. Isla Marsel Davidson. We've had so many reactions to our first pregnancy announcement and by far my favorite has been, "didn't know you were trying!" Ha! Neither did we!
There I was, minding my own business. Running around like crazy with the store and my 2 older boys and just trying to keep life together. Like all of us, I guess. Well, I got pregnant! I always think that is so funny to say sometimes. Like I didn't know what could happen when you are sexually active and underestimate the power of A)a woman's reproductive system and B) God's will! In any case, I did. I got knocked up.
It even seemed a little scary to tell my folks when the time came because at my age (I'm in my 40's), it was almost like two teenagers who don't understand the consequences of unprotected sex and now have to tell their parents what they did! "Mom, Dad. I'm pregnant." Pause for a moment of silence followed by the confused facial expression of "what do you mean?" By God's hand, we became pregnant at 41 years old and now needed ALL the things to start all over again. Like maternity clothes! They weren't very fashionable 8 years ago when I had my last child and not much has changed I found out. I liked not having to suck in my gut though so there's that.
But then, more reality hit. I would undergo a 3rd c-section delivery. I didn't do very well with the 2nd one so I was NOT looking forward to it. I even asked for a vaginal birth instead but was quickly told no by my amazing doctor. Something about a bursting uterus blah, blah, blah. I also have the sort of doctor you don't ask questions of twice so I let her win.
We booked a delivery date because that's the cool part about c-sections and we waited. We waited. We waited.
My journey through the rest of my pregnancy and delivery will be shared here if you'd like to continue to follow. Thank you!
Our one year anniversary at the storefront is coming up this month and as I sit here and reflect on how far we have come, I weep. I weep like a baby. Not because I am sad and not because I am overwhelmed. I weep because of all the love and opportunity blessed upon me to start and continue this adventure with all of you. The favor given me to create this amazing space and thrive is beyond my comprehension sometimes and I do not always know how to embrace it. But you all, my family and friends, keep me moving forward and I am forever grateful.
I had NO IDEA what this would become when I bought my first embroidery machine. Or when I bought my second one. Or when I hired my first employee, who with an open mind and loving heart, worked out of my house with me, day in and day out, as I built this little company. It was never a choice. It was always a path set before me by God.
While I enjoy MOST of what I do (seriously, it gets tough sometimes), I strongly feel The Stitch Shoppe is simply a vessel for a greater good to occur. The good that comes from folks sharing courage, compassion, love, tolerance, acceptance and patience. All of THIS happens in the store EVERY.SINGLE.DAY!
So many times, you come to visit us and you gather. You shop, which is helpful to our bottom line, but you gather with with us and with others. I love witnessing two people meet each other for the first time in the store. I love learning about who you are and what you enjoy. I love meeting your family and helping them find the right gift for you as a surprise. I love hearing what your children are doing.
I also enjoy hearing about your woes and sorrows so I can be woeful and sorrowful with you.
The honest truth is I never thought I was this person until I opened the store. I am not a patient person. I have not always been a tolerant or accepting person. I have been very ugly at times in my life. But, now, I am humbled. I am humbled by all the chances I have to make those moments right in this world. There is no greater feeling than to know you have another chance in life.
So for all these feelings and for an amazing first year at our store, I thank you. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for making me a better person and I hope I have stirred something inside you to take chances and listen to what the word is for you...just listen.