Micah's Pregnancy and Birth Story

Baby Micah turns one month today and I can’t believe that we made it through 2020, pregnant, with a special needs child, and a crazy four-year-old.

Baby Micah was a complete surprise and blessing from God. By now it’s obvious that God is in complete control.

I always wondered how people accidentally got pregnant. Well, this past year I came to understand that. After Luke came out of the NICU I was set on not having any more children. I couldn’t imagine going through the same trauma twice and I couldn’t imagine how I would care for a baby at the same time as a special needs child. It would also break my heart knowing that one day Luke’s little sibling would pass Luke on his development. I even told Adrian that I didn’t want any more children and I know this broke his heart.

Looking back I know it was my depression robbing me of life’s beauty. I allowed my sadness and trauma to rob me of God’s blessings. But little by little I started to heal and one day as I passed the maternity aisle in Target a thought popped into my head. I think I want to be pregnant again. It was a tiny thought that I didn’t pay much attention to but I know it was God starting to make room in my heart for another baby.

We had no idea what life was going to look like. As chaotic and uncertain as life was it was about to get crazier.

Months passed, the pandemic started and quarantine happened. During this time we also moved and there was just a lot going, so I sometimes forgot to take the pill. There was also not much to do and well Adrian and I kept busy. Haha! Next thing I know my dad comes over and I cannot stand the smell of his cologne. It just hit me… crap! So I run in and take a pregnancy test and just as this is going on Adrian walks into the restroom. He sees the test and asks me, “what’s going on?! Why are you taking a test? Did you miss your period?? Why are you taking a test?!” Silly me I thought 100% it would be negative. So I told him I just felt a little nauseous and it’s only for peace of mind, it’s gonna be negative. Right as I said that I look at the test and only one minute had passed not even the two or three like the box says and in bright pink two lines appeared. My face turned literally into this emoji 😳 Adrian was just as shocked. We sat there trying to process what was about to unfold. We had no idea what life was going to look like. As chaotic and uncertain as life was it was about to get crazier.

Fear began to steal the joy of a new baby

We sat there in shock and fear started to creep in. How will we manage a baby with all that’s going on? Fear began to steal the joy of a new baby. But as I started to pray I realized that no matter what, a baby is a blessing. In having more children I will create an environment for Mia to have more siblings and I will give Luke a safe place where he will always be accepted. A baby at precisely this time was God’s perfect timing in moving our family forward and continuing to heal us from the trauma.

Pregnancy during a pandemic was pretty crazy. Adrian was not allowed to go into any of my appointments. I was also extra careful with everything I did. I stopped going to the store, wore my mask at all times, and just sat at home waiting for this baby to arrive. Thankfully everything went well and there were no problems. We opted for a c-section in order to minimize the risk of infection and we felt this was the safest way to bring this baby into the world.

At 35 weeks baby Luke became ill and spent three weeks in the hospital. This was the most difficult part of the pregnancy. Adrian was with Luke the entire time and due to the pandemic, I was not allowed to visit him. Not being allowed to be with Luke threw me into a depression again. I cried daily and the stress caused me to start having labor pains. Thankfully I made it to thirty-nine weeks and Luke came home two days before my due date. I was relieved that Adrian was able to be with me when Micah was born.

Adrian brought him to me as the song Don’t You Worry Child played in the background.

The day of the delivery was very peaceful. We checked in at 5:30 a.m. and settled in. I was given antibiotics for one hour and at 7:00 a.m. was taken into the operating room. We were given a choice of music and Adrian being a D.J. chose a Swedish House Mafia playlist. They sat me down on the operating table and began the epidural. Although I’ve gotten this procedure three times I still get very nervous. I started to get really emotional knowing that I would soon meet baby Micah. They laid me down and began to prepare for the operation. At that moment I realized I could still feel my feet. I wasn’t numb. I told the anesthesiologist and he had to use a stronger dose. This time I was ready. Soon they let Adrian into the operating room and before I knew it Micah was born. He was healthy at 6 lbs. 13oz. and 19 inches long. Adrian brought him to me as the song Don’t You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia played in the background. It was a perfect birth.

Micah is now one month old and he’s the perfect addition to our crazy and messy family. My heart grew when he was born and I know that having him is a blessing. Yes, I know that one day Micah will pass Luke in his developmental milestones but I also know that Micah will help Luke have a friend for life and learn new things. Of course, having a newborn, a four-year-old, and a special needs child comes with its challenges, but the amount of happiness Micah brings to our family outweighs any sleepless night, diaper blowout, or day of crying. He is a blessing and the perfect addition to our two children.