Recently my daughter just had a new baby. He was born 7 days later than his due date and to much of our anticipation we were worried that we would miss the whole birth. She lives in Texas and we are in Alabama. We flew there a few days before her baby’s due date so we wouldn’t miss anything. Everyday we were eager to see our new grandson. As the days pasted, we knew time was quickly running away from us. We had to return home on a specific date to return to work. Our flight was scheduled and our hotel days were running out. Money was getting low too, so we knew we could not expand the date any.
To hurry up my daughter’s delivery, we walked everyday. Either at the mall, when it was rainy or outside her home. We thought the walking would speed the day up. Nothing seemed to help. We prayed and prayed for God to intervene and allow the baby to be born. My daughter has a health history that could have interfered with an easy delivery so I wanted to be there for her.
Days passed and the 7th day post due date arrived. She had some minor pains that morning, so we passed it off as Braxton Hicks because they were minor. We only had 2 days left before we flew home so we were very anxious, but a little upset too. We wanted to see our new grandson and be there for my daughter too. I hate to say that I started to question God. Why not allow me to see my grandson? Why not answer my prayer? I doubted that God heard me. I started to doubt that God cared about me or what I wanted.
Later that night about 6pm, my daughter kept complaining of pressure. In the back of my mind, I thought she was in labor but didn’t want to rush going to the hospital without some more confirmation or specific signs. Her husband tried to time the pains to see if they were regular and they were to some degree. He called the hospital number he was given to ask when to go to hospital. It was a military hospital and they wanted him to wait till she was 2 minutes apart and in major pain. I thought this was very strange because they usually tell you to go 5 minutes apart. My daughter was not having bad pains either, only pressure. I urged them to go ahead to the hospital because I didn’t want her baby to be born at home. Her husband kept saying that he thought she was just having gas but agreed to take her on to the hospital. When we got there she was already dilated 5 cm but not hurting hardly at all. Since her blood pressure was up, they agreed to go ahead and hook her up to the monitor and keep her there until delivery.
Finally the baby arrived by 6 am the next morning. Danielle was weak and white looking. Her baby heartrate had kept dropping during the contractions. I remember one nurse in particular that stood back and analyzed the situation. She had Danielle turn over when needed to help the baby. His cord was wrapped around his neck and he came out blue all over. The midwife (Yes midwife) was in training, but the one nurse seemed to know what to do.
I looked back over the situation and the time and there was a perfect plan for this baby’s birth. He was born 2-20-2020. God had his date planned. Ecclesiastes 3:2 says that there is A time to be born. That one nurse was there to help with the delivery making sure the baby and Danielle were okay. We can question why, but God knows what is best for us. My daughter had to have 2 units of blood afterward. God knew certain things that we did not. He could have been waiting for the perfect staff; the perfect time that the baby could be born safely (due to the umbilical cord). We will never know exactly, but I know that God was watching over my daughter and her son. He knows all and we need to learn to trust him. God is in control and he is all knowing, all powerful and he does care about us and our wants, but he is there to take care of us too. I thank him for taking care of my daughter and her newborn son.