Birth story

I was tired, weary, and frustrated. Three weeks of uncertainty, roller coaster emotions, and fighting fear. Three weeks of bed rest, timing contractions, and hospital stays. I felt so inadequate. All the medications given eventually lost their effectiveness and we edged closer to the road we didn't want to take. I awoke Saturday morning, the 25th of June, feeling renewed, rejuvenated, ready to tackle another day and all it would bring. The sun was just casting its fingertips into our window... across the face of my love and the littlest one that crawled in between us sometime during the night. I sat up to use the restroom and quickly dismissed the unusual. But when I sat down on the toilet I could no longer dismiss the gushing of red. I yelled for Jason and had to quickly turn off all the churning emotions. This felt like a repeat of three babies lost to this world. All the way to the hospital, timing contractions and feeling no movement, I was thinking "After all this work, THIS is how this story is going to end?" I fought frantically to still love God, to trust Him, to bless His name and praise Him even if the ending turned out differently than I wanted. I still fought anger and confusion at the hospital when the nurse could not find the heartbeat and I continued to bleed. Finally we heard the strong steady thumping of an eager womb inhabitant. Back on the myriad of tubing and listening to a flurry of activity... "don't know why she is bleeding", "unsure if her water broke", "amniotic fluid low", "dilation has occurred", "Denver is sending Air Life". An ambulance ride, jet flight and helicopter transport later we arrived in Denver. As nurses took vitals and jotted information contractions became stronger. Demeanors changed as we all realized there was no stopping what was about to occur. No matter how much we wanted this baby to stay inside for several more weeks Eric Ransom entered the world and a new chapter began.