Friday, March 23, 2012
Meeting Joshua: Part 3
Where are the difficult contractions, I kept thinking as I showered, dressed and ate lunch. These are nothing like the pain I had with Jeremiah. I guess I should stop comparing and be thankful!
Joel was studying and I decided to lay down for a nap. I slept for almost two hours and had maybe two contractions. I know my water broke. I know it. I know I had a couple of strong contractions. I'm not crazy. People are going to think I do not know my own body!
I was frustrated with myself and did not want to go through another false alarm especially since we had told so many people that I was in labor, Joel had come home from church and our friend had taken time out of her day. I battled with pride, wondering what people would think- does she not know when she is in labor?
God quickly reprimanded me, "Does it matter what other people think? Is that your focus? If I want to put you through another false alarm to humble you will you fight me on it?" So thankful for His discipline in my life!
We decided to have the babysitter bring Jeremiah back home since my contractions were pretty much non-existent at 3PM. She was sympathetic, understanding, saying that it happens and she would be ready when the time did come. She encouraged me by saying that since my water broke that I would be having a baby soon! She also said it would be easier for me next time to part with him since I probably had dealt with all my emotions already!
True. And, false labor or not, a long hot shower, time with Joel and a nap had been nice.
Be grateful in all things. God knew I needed rest and had given it to me.
I played with Jeremiah, got him a snack and started feeling more contractions. I was a little wet, well, down there again. What is going on? I sat down to read him some books. Contractions stopped. I got up to clean the kitchen. More contractions. More fluid.
There was no rhythm to my contractions and they were only happening when I was moving around. I decided that I was not going to sit around the house all night and that I would go to church. If the contractions are coming while I am up moving then going to church will continue to encourage labor!
People who had heard my water had broke were shocked that I was at church. The word quickly spread to those that did not know. People were asking me questions. I was thinking differently than I was answering.
"Yes, I think my water broke." I did not wet my pants five times today.
"Yes, I have been having contractions all day." I know they are not as strong, but they ARE contractions!
"Yes, I did decide to come to church." Duh, I'm here.
It was getting frustrating. I was having to pray through every conversation that God would give me patience. People were expressing their care for me. I needed to receive it.
And God was refining me, as always.
Read Part 4.