St. Francis Hospital
January 23-24, 2017; 9:30 p.m.- 1:10 a.m.
I had just finished brushing my teeth when my phone rang. I answered it and it was none other than Cynthia- the same Cynthia who had text me earlier on in the day to inform me that she would be induced on Thursday at midnight.
She said, “Yvette, I’m having contractions and we are on our way to the hospital.” What great news! I wished her love and luck, said goodbye, packed up my gear, gave my husband a kiss, and I was on my way.
On my drive to the hospital I received a text from Brett, Cynthia’s husband, letting me know that Cynthia had been admitted, her IV was established, and that she was ready to have me there. Good thing I was already on my way!
When I arrived I was so busy snapping pictures that I almost walked head first into the closed door to her room. I scanned through my mind trying the remember hospital etiquette when I heard a beautiful, single note serenade coming from the room. I listened until the singing stopped and then I went to the nurses’ station.
A kind nurse escorted me into the room and from the minute my foot crossed the threshold I felt an interesting feeling of familiarity and peace. I cleared the curtain to see Cynthia was lying on her side and she was clearly in A LOT of pain. I threw my gear on the couch and got straight to work. My eyes were on task but my ears couldn’t help but process all that was going on around me. Once Cynthia had sat up and had sung a couple more beautiful notes a.k.a had had a couple more contractions, I heard her say, “I can’t do this!” Carly- Cynthia’s friend who is working to become a doula- said to her with much reassurance and love in her voice, “You were made to do this! This is in God’s plan for you and your family. Jackson will come and you will be the one to bring him here.”
We all felt the added power transferred to Cynthia through Carly’s meaningful words and Cynthia was able to make it through a couple more contraction before the anesthesiologist arrived. For liability purposes, we were all asked to leave the room while the epidural was placed into Cynthia’s back.
When we all re-entered to room we could tell that Cynthia was in a lot less pain because she was now asking for some chapstick and bacon. Haha! :)
We were all able to visit until Cynthia was checked again. Everything seemed to happen so quickly once the doctor arrived to break her water. She broke her water, in the same instant Cynthia started to feel the urge to push, the doctor got dressed, the lights were lowered and tools were set out, Cynthia’s legs were placed in stirrups and she was asked to scoot down nearer to end of the bed, the doctor asked her to push, the doctor asked her to push again. And then finally, and all at once, the world paused for a moment (just a moment) when Jackson Robert Lorah entered the world at 12:09 a.m. on Tuesday, January 24th.
He was meant to be here- just as Carly had promised- and Jackson knew it most of all. He didn’t cry. He didn’t even move very much. He just settled into his mother’s hands and then later into her arms.
There was still plenty of work to be done on Cynthia to prepare her for the weeks of healing to follow but her eyes and hands never left her son. Cynthia and I have been friends for over a year and I have loved and admired her all the while BUT I will never forget the way she selflessly nurtured Jackson that night.
It wasn’t long before Dad got to hold his son. My ears were still on full alert as I heard Cynthia say, “Jackson, that is your Daddy.” And as she did Jackson’s eyes opened to acknowledge the great man who was holding him. Jackson knew, without the introduction, who his Daddy was and he gazed up at him the whole time.. Well until it was time to eat- a typical baby boy, for sure!
Cynthia and Brett- I can’t thank you enough for inviting me to be there to witness and preserve the memories of Jackson’s birth. Your family is beautiful and growing- and what a blessing that is!