Hello! It has been so long since I lasted posted and ALOT has changed in our lives. We have become parents to the most precious little boy we have ever laid eyes on. Wilder Kenneth Wiebe came into the world on September 24th 2014 at 11:48pm. Through out his pregnancy he kept us on our toes! I was severely sick for the first couple months, then I had an allergic reaction to strawberries which resulted in me covered in severe hives for over a week. 2 trips to the ER with strong braxton hicks, fluid leaking at my 35 week check up, me losing inches and weight at his 36 weeks check up and finally his early arrival at 37 1/2 weeks! It was definitely eventful and resulted in lots of prayer but we thank God that Wilder was born as healthy as can be! So now as I look and celebrate my beautiful 1 month old I thought I would share his birth story with whoever would like to read about it!

Wednesday September 24th

                                                               At 2 pm Darryl and I headed into Brandon for my 37 week check up. Once we got to Brandon we stopped at Starbucks (crucial part in the story…not) and then headed straight to the clinic. Our doctor was known for being 2-3 hours behind schedule so we checked in and then went for a walk. We walked to the Superstore which was around a 10 minute walk which nearly killed me. After shopping for a bit we began the journey back to the clinic. I barely made it I was feeling so out of sorts. It was 5:30 pm so we sat in the waiting room and ate the supper we had packed at home. 

                                                              At 6:45 we finally saw our doctor. She just asked a couple questions about my week and I told her it had been uneventful. She asked if I wanted an internal exam or if we should leave it till next time. I said I would like one just because we drove all the way and waited so long I would like to know if anything was happening yet as my due date was approaching. She began the exam and told me I was 4 cm dilated. I said okay, knowing that it is common to dilate in the upcoming weeks before labour. She then said she was going to do a "Sweep of the Membrane" and without hesitate began the procedure. We had no idea what to expect after nor did we even have time to ask what that meant. Immediately after I started get what felt like the braxton hicks I had been getting since 20 weeks. She said she wanted us to go to the hospital and get a non stress test to measure the contractions. This was the third time we had to take this test so we didn't think anything of it. 

                                                             We went to the hospital and I got put on the machine and it measure my contractions and the baby's heartrate. The nurse who hooked me up said "Well we will hook you up for 20 minutes but I think we all know what is happening!" and then she left the room. Darryl and I looked at each other in shock and said "What, no wait, what is happening!" We had no idea that anything was any different than all the other times.

                                                               At 8:20 my doctor came in and said we are going to break your water and again without hesitation broke my water. Everyone left right away and it was just Darryl and I. We were so shocked everything was happening so insanely fast and it felt like no one was even giving us any chance to know what was going on before it was happening. As soon as my water was broke I was in severe, severe pain. I had to get off the bed and get on the floor. I kept saying "I need something, I need help, go get a nurse." But at this point we were not even in a room yet we were in a screening room. Darryl went and got a nurse and she told me they couldn't give me anything until my blood work got processed. Shortly after we got put into our room. 

                                                               When we got into the room our nurse checked and I was 7cm dilated and 15 minutes later I was 9 cm. I was asking for something for the pain but they said I couldn't have anything because it was too late I was too far along. I would have given anything at this point to have something!! But I couldn't (and I survived lol) I told them I had to push and they said I couldn't yet which was possibly the worst thing I had ever heard because the pressure was unreal. I said again "I HAVE to push" and then one of the nurses flipped me on my side and said "No you can't yet!"  A short while later our main nurse, Tanice, finally told me to push. 

                                                               I pushed for what felt like 9 years, which in reality was 15 minutes and then the doctor came in. He watched me push for another 30 minutes and I felt like I was getting nowhere. My contractions lasted around a minute each with only 15-30 seconds in between. Tanice told me I was doing great and I was so close. She kept saying I was so close. After around the 40th time of her telling me I was close I told her "I know I'm close when the doctor sits down!!!!" (I am always one for the dramatics!) After that she called the doctor over and asked him to sit. He came over and sat down and crossed his arms. I guess he knew it was too early for him to be sitting there but it helped me keep going!!    

                                                            Tanice continued helping me, leaning over the doctor. I am so thankful she humoured me and got him to sit down, it gave me a little extra hope thinking I was almost there. After a couple more minutes the doctor I guess decided if he was there he would make things happen a little faster. He was a lot rougher than Tanice was but it got the job done a little quicker. I pushed for a bit longer and at 11:48 after 45 minutes of pushing my beautiful son was placed upon my chest. It was the most amazing, surreal moment of my entire life. He was crying but when I started talking he went as quiet as can be. He knew my voice and I could not believe it!! I was his momma and he knew it! 

                                     So there it is the hardest, most amazing 4 hours of my life. I could not have done it without:                                             

  Darryl. He was amazing and was so supportive and knew exactly what I needed from him. He was everything I prayed he would be and more. 

   Tanice. A beautiful young nurse with tattoos. She was the most encouraging woman I have ever met saying things like "Come on you can do it", "Your doing so good, yes, yes!!!!" I remember being so scared that this pain wasn't right, that something was going to happen and she would reassure me everything was happening the way it should. She gave me direct eye contact and honestly when I looked into her eyes she gave me so much reassurance that this was all normal. Her eyes told me that I could do it and that she fully believed in me.

                       

      The other nurse who I did not catch her name but she was older, and maternal. She was quiet and held my hand throughout the whole thing. She would tell me to breath and she would whisper encouragements into my ear. 

    

      GOD! I prayed out loud as I caught my breath in between contractions. It was all I could do. I needed a strength that was not of my own and God definitely delivered that to me. I also fully believe He placed Tanice and my other nurse in that room for me. I am so incredibly grateful for them. 

                                                           I kept it very minimal as not to give you to much unneeded information. It was an experience I am very grateful for and what came from it is irreplaceable to me. I would do it all over again for that love of mine. Wilder you were so worth it!!! If I can give any advice to expectant mothers or future mothers: In everything wether it be during your pregnancy, labour, or raising your child…PRAY. Pray when you are scared, happy, overwhelmed, tired, sick, in pain, whenever! I have found that it is the only thing sometimes that brings me back to where I need to be and that is trusting my God and relying on his strength and power. I know I am pretty new at this mothering thing but God has carried me through labour, those first few weeks of overwhelming emotion, and He is continuing to carry me and give me the strength to live each day to glorify Him and to mother Wilder the way He wants me to. Wilder makes my life a million times more rich and full of love. I have never been happier and I thank God everyday for the blessing Wilder is to Darryl and I! Motherhood is definitely my calling. I love you Wilder baby.