Our sweet LONG awaited rainbow baby is finally here! Remington Gray Chestnut was born 6/15/18 at 39 weeks and 4 days. It was the week of VBS and I volunteered to do committee again this year, even though I knew how pregnant I would be. I was hopeful that walking the halls would Induce labor, or that it would get my mind off of the “waiting game”.
That week I had many prodromal contractions, and really felt like it was “the week”. After my midwife appointment on Thursday we decided that Friday morning I would do a few “natural” induction things, and if my body was ready we were hopeful baby would come. Since Jaycee was a csection, we planned a vbac this time. With my spine, an epidural is never an option so a repeat csection would mean general anesthesia, and everyone wants to avoid that.
I started contracting as I was getting ready for our last day of VBS. I told Jesse but told him to go ahead and head out to Ft worth and come back pretty quickly. Apparently he made it from Haslet to Dalls in 43 minutes. Considering Ryker’s birth was 2 hours, he was pretty nervous about missing this one. On our way to church contractions were about every 3 minutes and I was feeling pretty nauseous. I called all my people and let them know and planned on heading to the midwife around 10. I stopped and got coffee, but didn’t eat (something Stacy was not happy with while I was laboring)
I went to VBS and was helping as I could, but told the other committee girls I was most likely in labor, and needed to go to the hospital. I planned on just driving myself and meeting Jesse, but they wouldn’t allow that. So I left my keys with them and they drove me to the hospital. I love that I never once worried about the boys because they all just figured it out for me and I knew they were taken care of.
At the midwife I was 4 cm and we decided to go ahead and break my water. It was baby day! Less than two hours later contractions were intense and we headed up to L&D. I wanted to be monitored and was so thankful for the portable monitor that allowed me to hear his heartbeat all of Labor, but still move around freely. Our amazing doula, Stacy arrived and Alexandra our photographer wasn’t far behind her. Stacy was first my friend at the YMCA when she would kick my booty into shape, and then she was our doula with Jaycee. She then became by biggest mentor doula and an amazing friend. I was more than thankful she was there because she is one of the few people who can use her “mom voice” on me in labor. About an hour after getting to L&D I started pushing, and kept pushing for almost three hours. Unmedicated, this was so hard. I was exhausted and not a very nice person (I apparently told a lot of people to shut up). Finally at 4:06 pm, Remington Gray joined us. Face up and ready to see the world (hence the forever pushing) and his Daddy caught him.
His birth was so sweet and redemptive, but not without anxiety. At one point the monitor wasn’t working and I was very anxious about it. Our amazing nurse held on the other monitor the rest of the time while I was pushing just so I could hear his heart. I knew Remington was healthy, but unfortunately once you’ve been 1% it’s very hard to put out the “what if’s” from your mind. I had an amazing team who knew all of these fears and anxieties, and they were so amazing at helping me overcome them.
Before I was pregnant with him I wasn’t sure how I felt about the term “rainbow baby”. Because the idea that Jaycee was a storm, didn’t feel like I was doing her justice. But the more I learned the more I realized that a storm isn’t a bad thing. I love storms, and most of our sweetest family memories are during a stormy day spent inside soaking eachother up. That’s what Jaycee taught us, to find beauty in the storm. She brought us closer together and taught us how to love so much deeper. To treasure each and every moment together because we’re not promised tomorrow. She was a beautiful storm and one that I will never take for granted.
Life with Remi is pretty much perfect. It’s amazing to me how much more thankful I am this time around. Bringing him home, nursing him (at 2am while I write this blog post), not sleeping, all of it. It is all such an amazing gift, and once you’ve left a hospital without a baby in your arms, you’ll never again take these moments for granted. I see so much of my big boys in him, but I also see so much of our Jaycee girl. They all have the same nose, same lips, and the most ridiculous toes (sorry babe).
I’ve told him many times that he was worth the wait, and boy is it true. Everyone here is absolutely smitten with him and most days there are fights over who gets to hold him next (usually me because I have the food). I know one day I will get to tell him all about the LONG journey for him to get here and the COUNTLESS prayers prayed over him before he was here. His birth was so sweet for so many and all of the people who walked through Jaycee with us, have rejoiced so deeply with him. I love seeing God’s faithfulness and timing play out through Jaycee and Remi’s story. When I saw this verse on a friends timeline it spoke volumes to me. Weary was a word I often used in our journey trying to conceive. I knew God had a plan for us, but it felt so far away. He did in fact replenish our weary soul, and in the best way I could have ever dreamed of. Thank you, Lord for this amazing and perfect gift!
For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish. Jeremiah 31:25 ESV