Well, SK’s birthday was actually June 29th. I had meant to post on her birthday but somehow it didn’t happen. I still wanted to write about her first year and spend a moment celebrating her precious life.

SK was a few days past her due date when I went in for my OB appointment. There had been a scheduling error and they had mistakenly canceled my appointment earlier in the week and moved it to one of the first days in July. When they realized the error, they called, on June 29th, asking me to come in that day. I really wanted to go into labor naturally and was very much against inducing. But, the Lord had other plans.
My first two births were in Central Asia and I realize that somehow, on the other side of the ocean, it was ‘easier’ to trust God with every step of the process. Here, I would find myself not trusting the doctor’s decisions as though she wasn’t also in the hand of God through our prayers. I wasn’t so sure when she told me I couldn’t leave the appointment that day but instead needed to go over to the hospital to be induced. My NST was showing signs of distress. I really wanted to go home and wait but thankfully, my requests weren’t heard.
To circumvent a long birth story, SK had myconium in her lungs, thus causing the alarming heart rate as she struggled. This was discovered before she was born so that neonatal team was already in the room when she was born. Most likely, she had been breathing it for a couple of days. When she was born, there was an eerie silence and a few weak gasps for air. A concerned look on my doctor’s face. She was passed into the hands of the specialist as they simultaneously tried to suction out her lungs.
She was rushed out of the room. First, they came back in and asked to see Dad outside. This didn’t make me feel too confident. The specialist came back in with J after a few minutes and told me that she was having trouble breathing and would be taken to the NICU. First, they would bring her back in for me to be able to see her. I didn’t want to see her, I said. I wanted her to get the help she needed as quickly as possible. All I could think about was getting her help. No, they said, you need to see her. After J’s year of being a hospital chaplain at Texas Children’s, this could only mean one thing to me: the possibility that this would be my only time to see her alive. In hindsight, I was totally panicked and this probably wasn’t what they meant to convey. Nonetheless, this was my thought process as I looked at her sweet face for the first time.
She was in a plastic box. Completely enclosed. There were two arm holes on either side that we could open and reach in to touch her tiny hands. J held one, I held the other and we embraced as we entrusted her life to God. I don’t know why they needed so many nurses and other professionals in our room during this ordeal but I do know that this room full of people came to a standstill as we poured out hearts on her behalf. Emanuel. God with us. His presence filled the room.
Before every birth, we pray for the nurses and doctors who will be with us during the birth- such an intimate and vulnerable time in our lives. We pray that they will know the Lord’s goodness and love as a result of our interactions with them and with one another as they become a part of such a special time in the life of our family. Each time, I’ve had a doctor who isn’t a believer and each time, the Lord has given me such a love and compassion for her to know Him.
After a couple of long days in the NICU, SK was fine. Sure, there were challenges along the way. Of course it was difficult to wait to see her, then wait to hold her, and other challenges that come along with a baby that has been in the NICU. How wonderful it was to hold her for the first time without any wires or monitors!
Over the past year, I have thanked God thousands of times for this sweet baby.
Her life has brought such joy.
Her life has brought such gratitude.
And just maybe on June 29, 2010, her life stirred the heart of a doctor, nurse or technician who previously didn’t know Him.
