Special Delivery…

For years I dreamt of becoming an OB nurse. After the birth of our third child I put my name on the wait list to study nursing at FVTC. By the time my name made it to the top of the list, we were expecting our fourth child so I decided against going back to school. On Monday, September 30, 2019, my dream came true and I got the chance to be a nurse/midwife for a day.

 

Our daughter-in-law Emily and son Nick were due to have baby #3 on October 11. This past Sunday after Mass, Emily was anxious to get home because she had a backache. It made me wonder if she would be going into labor soon because that was always how my labors started.

 

On Monday I got a text from Nick at 6:14 a.m. “Emily’s been up this morning since about three having contractions so just a heads up that we might need you at some point in the a.m.” Before heading to their house, I passed the word along to my husband and Nick’s three sisters. Sage advice from Nick’s oldest sister (mother of three) at 8:47 a.m. “How to know if it’s real labor: 1) if you can’t take a nap/sleep 2) if you can’t reprimand your kids during a contraction.”

 

Next message to the family from Nick at 8:49 a.m. “Things have slowed down.” Emily, who works from home, decided to take the morning off so I went back home and she and Nick took their son to preschool.

 

Message from Nick at 10:39 a.m.: “Emily just woke up from a 90-minute nap so we are taking that as a good sign.” A good sign because Nick was scheduled to be in DePere to shoot a commercial at 1:00. Emily decided to go back to work for the afternoon and I was scheduled to watch the kids after they went down for naps.

 

Next message to me from Nick came in at 11:43 a.m. “It sounds like she’s still having consistent contractions, they’re just spaced further apart. Is there any chance you could come over around 12:25-12:30 to help with naps? I’m just a little worried that the more she strains herself with the kids it might send her into labor.”

 

I drove over and helped get the kids down and then Emily went back downstairs to her office. When the kids got up from naps, I took them outside to play. At 3:16 Emily came up from her office. She was laying on the couch at 3:23 when the kids and I came back inside. Around 3:30 she told me she was definitely in labor so I called Nick.

 

Shortly after that Emily’s water broke and at 3:37 we called her obstetrician and were told to head to the hospital. My husband, who was on his way to the dentist office, called to check in on us at 3:40. I told him that I was taking Emily with the kids to the hospital and asked him to tell Nick to go straight there. The commercial shoot wrapped at 3:40 so Nick was heading back to town when John got a hold of him.

 

Meanwhile, Emily and I got the kids in the minivan, even over her preschooler’s objection about not having his shoes on. We jumped into the vehicle to start the 10-minute trip to the hospital. Emily told me to drive as fast as I could because she was in heavy labor. We pulled out of the driveway around 3:42 and at 3:44 I called 911. I asked Emily what the quickest route was to the hospital and she said the street with two roundabouts. As we approached that street, Emily told me to pull over. I rounded the corner by an elementary school and parked the van.

 

Emily crawled through the vehicle to the back while I was on the phone with the dispatcher. I asked Emily if she wanted me to go see if I could bring her into one of the nearby homes. She said no but asked me to come to the back of the van. I got out of the driver’s seat and opened the hatch and saw that Emily was laying down with her feet facing the front of the van.

 

All this time I was on the phone with the dispatcher who was asking me numerous questions that I didn’t have the answers for off the top of my head. How old is the patient? What is her address? How far apart are the contractions? I crawled into the back of the van and could see that the baby was crowning so I set the phone down so I could concentrate on the baby and Emily. I looked around and didn’t see any emergency lights, so I knew that it was up to me to help Emily deliver the baby.

 

At this point, I could see more of the baby’s hair as the head was being pushed out. Emily squeezed my hand and gave a push and the baby’s head came fully out. She took a breath and said something like, “The pain is gone now.” Surprisingly, I felt a sense of peace or “I’ve got this” once the head was out. I cradled the baby’s head in my hand and seeing that its color looked good, I talked to the baby and stroked its face while I waited for Emily to push it out the rest of the way.

 

At a quick glance, I was pretty sure it was a girl (even though most people, other than her big brother, had guessed it would be a boy). Once the baby was cradled in both my hands, she let out a cry, which I heard with a great sense of relief. I asked Emily what I should do with the baby and she said to lay it on her stomach. I did that and just then I saw the firetruck pull up. The paramedics hustled over to the van and the first one there brought a blanket to cover the baby with and then suctioned her mouth out.

 

Lifting the blanked, I confirmed that the baby was indeed a little girl and I asked Emily what her name was. “Margaret Nicole.” I stroked Margaret on the back and told her how much Grandma loved her and that I have loved her since the moment I knew that she existed.

 

The paramedics got a stretcher and loaded Emily and the baby onto it and took her to the ambulance. I turned my attention back to her big brother and big sister who had watched the whole event from their car seats without making a peep. At nearly 4 years old, her brother had a lot of questions, and being a fan of trucks, was interested in the firetruck and ambulance and why there was an “emergency.” Big sister, age 2, just kept saying “Baby” and “Mommy.”

 

After 10 minutes the ambulance left for the hospital and me and the kids did too. By the time I got them up to Emily’s room in the labor and delivery area, Nick was already there holding his precious new daughter. The birth time for Margaret Nicole, who weighted 6# 14 oz., was recorded as 3:52 p.m. I refer to Emily as a pioneer woman for being so stoic and brave and keeping her calm throughout this whole event.

 

The Memorial of the Holy Guardian Angels is observed by the Catholic Church every year on October 2, but I truly believe that Emily, Margaret and I had our guardian angels standing guard over us that day. St. Margaret is the patron saint of childbirth, so I’m sure she was with us that day as well.

 

People ask me if I was praying while Margaret was being delivered, but I was so focused on what needed to be done there was nothing else going through my mind. Thankfully, God knows our prayers even before we voice them, so I know He had everything under control.

 

Monday was one of the best days of my life but I’m retiring from my nursing career. It may have been short-lived but the lasting impact from that incredible day is the unbreakable bond I will always have with my amazing daughter-in-law Emily and our sixth grandchild, Margaret Nicole, who allowed me to be an active participant in of one of the most miraculous events any person can ever be a part of — bringing a precious new life into this world!

Beginning a Second Novel Today!

It’s super exciting to watch the process as my novel is being rolled out to the mass market. First came the launch on Kindle via Amazon. Every step of the way this book has been looked over with a fine-toothed comb. Consequently, there have been more tweaks than I ever could have imagined are possible. Of course, the more eyes that look at this, the more things are caught. Last Friday I received the proof copy in the mail. It’s really hard to describe the feeling holding the book in your hands that you’ve been working on for six years and seeing your name on the cover and the spine of the book. Yowza!

I was instructed to read the book over the weekend and see if there were any last fixes that needed to be made. I live for deadlines so consequently I scheduled the reading session starting late Sunday afternoon. In the meantime, I got a private message on Facebook from a gentleman who read the book and really enjoyed it. He had one question about the final page of the story. Without looking at the copy, I explained how things turned out and could set up the book for a possible sequel.

It took about seven hours to go through the book and find those minute details that needed addressing. Around midnight Sunday I got to the last page and stopped dead in my tracks. There was one word wrong that completely would change how the story was wrapped up. No wonder that gentleman was confused! I sent a panicked e-mail to my publisher and she assured me if it was just a typo, they’d let it slide until the next round of printing. This was much more than a typo! Talk about throwing a monkey wrench in the works! “Stop the presses” was no longer an expression you hear in the movies, it was literally what we had to do.

That threw the timing of everything off because we weren’t able to order copies of the book that day for the book launches in November. Thankfully everything was able to be fixed and the book went to press on October 29. This turned out to be the perfect day for printing to be begin. This is the note I got from my publisher late that day: “I spent a long time today going through this final proof and approved it this evening on the Feast of Blessed Maria Restituta (rather than waiting until Saturday). Blessed Maria was a martyr and beheaded by the Nazis, but her feisty spirit reminds me of Amara and…we can ask for Blessed Maria’s intercession for the success of your book!” Wow! To top it off, Blessed Maria was a nurse just like our heroine. Talk about divine intervention!

A World Such as Heaven Intended has been in the hands of beta readers and other folks for the last month or so with the hope that people will like it enough to write positive reviews on Amazon. So far, so good. After 10 reviews, we’re still at 5 stars! Even better news is the book is moving up in rank on Amazon as more people are purchasing copies for their Kindles. Heading to the topper-most of the popper-most. (Beatles fans should get this…)

Anyhow, someone read the book earlier this month and sent me a message asking when the sequel would be available. The picture below shows the expression on my face when I read her note…

Jinlge all the way

 

Apparently I need to get writing. Once again, providence has stepped in. Today is November 1, or as my fellow writing friends know, it’s the first day of Nanowrimo or National Novel Writing Month. Writers around the world are encouraged to write a 50,000-word novel between today and November 30. That’s 1,667 words per day in case anyone’s counting. In my estimation that’s a good 2 hours of writing per day. Seeing as I have so much free time on my hands, I signed up. Here’s the deal… I have two sequels on the drawing board for A World Such as Heaven Intended but both are quite labor-intensive in the research department. So I’m starting a completely different project, a young adult novel set in 1974 that centers on the topic of bullying and a young girl’s experience as the victim of a bully and how the issue is resolved in an unexpected way.

Guess it’s time to get writing! I’ll keep you in the loop and let you know how the manuscript is progressing!