Sunday, February 9, 2014

Naomi Joan. 2-7-14

I recall a conversation I had with several of my MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) moms about how early its possible to know you're pregnant. You see, I knew I had conceived within a week. At 6 weeks we had it confirmed and my love for my new little one grew. It took us almost a year to get pregnant with our first baby and only a month to get pregnant with our second. God had richly blessed us with this wee one.

The early months were harder this time. I was way more nauseous and become well acquainted with porcelain. Knowing though that typically this means your HCG levels are higher and you're more likely to get into the "safe" zone was what sometimes what got me through day to day as I chased a busy toddler.

I never would have thought or guessed that the safe zone for me didn't apply.

My beautiful little baby grew and grew. We talked about names and when we found out that we were going to have another girl, we quickly decided her name would be Naomi Joan. It was and is the perfect name for her: beautiful and pleasant gift from God. It didn't take me long to hop on the "I get to dress two girls" bandwagon. I quickly got crafty and started making matching hair bows. I started to buy matching outfits with as much frill and fuss as I wanted. I have fully embraced the southern way of dressing girls... and I love it.

I embraced my pregnant body more now than the first time. It is absolutely amazing what your body can do and I enjoyed it. I took many photos along the way and so many people rejoiced with me as I shared.

Naomi received two beautiful showers of which I was enormously blessed. The excitement for this baby was beyond just me. It reached all those around our family and the celebration was big. James 1:17 says : "Every good and perfect gift comes from above, coming down  from the Father of the Heavenly lights,  who does not change like shifting shadows".

My pregnancy with Naomi couldn't have been more textbook. I lost weight at first and only gained 9 lbs past my pre-pregnancy weight. They were slightly concerned about her growth rate but she quickly proved them wrong as she went from 12th percentile one week to 50th the next.

She was an active little one. She loved to stick her booty out and her feet in another direction. She thought the most comfortable place to stick her feet was in between my ribs wasn't concerned that this wasn't so comfortable. It made me smile though and I thought about how she must be longer than her sister. Joe felt his wiggly worm this time whereas he said he really couldn't with Soph.  I loved seeing his face light up when he felt her move or stick her booty out.

Each week passed without any issues and soon I found myself at 38 weeks. I had some Braxton Hicks but no hint of an early arrival. My 39 week appointment showed my cervix to still be posterior and I realized our sweet baby had a stubborn streak. She was going to come when she was good and ready. 40 weeks came and went and I started having contractions off and on. I woke up before 5 am with a really sore back and some contractions on the 7th and I just knew that was going to be her day.

I tracked the contractions all morning and when they got about 7 min apart I called Joe home from work. We were all so excited and off to the hospital we went around 12:15 pm. This was the day we were going to meet our beautiful gift from God. 40 weeks and 2 days into pregnancy and were going to finally meet our little girl.

We arrived at the hospital with a little pep in our step. I refused a wheelchair and was so excited to walk into Labor and Delivery. There were several contraction breaks along the way as my contractions were now about 3 minutes apart. One of the nurses and a nursing student came into the triage room to get all the hookups on. I was 5 cm dilated and 80% effaced. The nursing student started hooking up the heart monitors on my belly. She kept searching for it and before long my belly was completely covered in gel. She settled on a spot and we all thought she had caught Naomi's heartbeat at 120. When they tried to hook up the second they couldn't find the 120 again and started searching. Now nurse Tammy got involved and she called for another nurse. By the time a third nurse came in with the hand held heart monitor Joe and I both started to get concerned. They kept asking questions like, is your placenta in front (pulling up the ultrasound showed negative) and is she breech (she turned around 32 weeks in)...  At this point Joe sent a text to my mom and told her that she should be here. Our hearts absolutely dropped when they called in the doctor on call to do an ultrasound. We were able to see the picture and both were praying for a miracle even though we couldn't see a heart beat. The doctor turned and told us that there wasn't a heart beat and our baby was gone.

There is no grief like there is when you find out your baby girl who was just kicking you and pushing her sweet booty out now wasn't breathing and there is nothing you can do. We both just cried out to God and bawled. I kept saying God please, Jesus please make a miracle. My mom arrived and we all just started the deep bottom of your heart sobs. I told Joe he needed to call his parents, which he did. He didn't tell them anything but to come. Our doctor came in to do a second opinion and he kept looking and looking. We could tell that his heart broke right along with ours. He let us know that he couldn't see a reason for her passing and it looked to be recent.

In the midst of grieving I had to hear our options for delivering our sweet girl. If you haven't heard or known my position yet, look back in my blog posts. I was able to deliver Sophia naturally and wanted to for multiple reasons but the biggest ones are for her health and my health. The doctors offered pitocin to speed along labor and I denied it knowing that already being 5 cm would probably mean that I would have her quickly. They offered an epidural and I also denied that. Sometimes I don't know why I feel strongly about a subject until later but right there and then I knew and voiced that Naomi deserved no less. Just because my baby girl wasn't going to be affected by those drugs didn't mean that she deserved less than I would have given her than if they had. I wanted to honor her this way.

Joe's mom offered to call anyone if need be and I asked her to call our Sunday School teachers. They in turn called our pastor and before we knew it he was there and ready to pray for and support us.

We were moved out of triage to a room and the nurses were so great about giving us our space to grieve and labor. I was only hooked up temporarily to the blood pressure cuff.  The contractions continued and were getting so quick together they were almost on top of each other. During one while I was vocalizing low I remember saying "This one just won't stoooooooop." Shortly after I called nurse Tammy in to do a check because I felt like I almost needed to push. She confirmed that I was 100% dilated and effaced and that she couldn't feel my cervix. In came carts and all the prep for this delivery. I was thankfully still with all my wits about me and told them I wanted the bar up so I could squat. Joe crawled up on the bed behind me to support me and Joe's dad left the room. I let Joe's mom that she could stay if she wanted and it just felt right to have all these people there that loved and will continue to love this little girl.

The doctor broke my water to help encourage pressure and within minutes I was ready to push. She only needed two pushes to come see us.  We saw our sweet girl for the first time at 3:35 pm. God was so merciful. This was the beginning of many of what I've been calling rainbows in the midst of the storm. My labor could have been long and miserable and I could have pushed and pushed but instead it was short and the pain was manageable.

Naomi Joan was placed on my chest with a blanket and I stared at our sweet girl's face. She looked just like Sophia. The relation was undeniable and made it so much harder and easier at the same time. Joe was next to hold her then the grandparents. We all got our chance to grieve and love this little blessing. They took her to the nursery where they got her weight and length, took a snippet of her hair and did foot prints. Our sweet little girl weighed in at 6lb 8 oz and 20.5 inches long.

While I was laboring the waiting room was filling up with many people who came to pray and support us. A good friend of my parents who just happened to be in town came. Along with some of my friends came some people from my church who had also lost full term babies. Another situation came to light that showed again God's timing and grace. One of the gals was on the way to a retreat with several ladies she had picked up from the airport. They were all part of a group of women that had lost babies in the last several years. These women sat and prayed for me and our family. The ladies from my church were able to pray for me and love on me and give me some very practical advice like what helps when your milk comes in or that when you go home to remember that you DID labor and deliver and your body needs to rest.

Our nursing staff was incredible and so supportive but gave us plenty of space. They were genuinely warm and loving without being too morose and disheartening. We were told we could go home that evening after about 6 hours.

One of the hardest parts of the whole situation is having to make decisions when your heart is so broken. We had to decide on a funeral home and generally what our plan was in terms of arrangements. We had to answer many questions so they could fill out the death certificate.

My mom picked up Sophia from playing with her cousin (I have yet to mention that Naomi shares a birthday with her big boy cousin) and we were able to have a small heart reprieve by loving on her for a little bit before she went home and got to have a "normal" night with grandma. Joe's sister Beth came and spent over an hour talking with us while we waited to be discharged and that small talk was so nice. It was less for us to have to think about and filled the void.

Sleep that night was rough even being in our own bed. I slept hard till 3 am but woke up and couldn't sleep anymore. Night so far is the hardest. It is filled with quiet for our thoughts and reminders of what we do not have.

We were so prepared to bring home our sweet little girl. We had bought new outfits for her, set up the bassinet and rocking chair in our room and had prepared our hearts. We were ready for sleepless nights, newborn noises and many dirty diapers. I was ready to nurse again and snuggle this little one. I was ready for little free time and to make no plans for the near future as it was quite possibly going to be chaotic. Waking up in the middle of the night to silence and no baby to cuddle or feed, no noises to hear and no chaos to calm has been so very difficult but so necessary to grieve.

We do not know the reason why Naomi was only with us for 40 weeks and 2 days but we know that God did NOT give her to us to hurt us. He blessed us with her even though it was short. The memories that we have with her are priceless and we wouldn't give them up for anything. Of course we want her here with all of us. These continue to be my cries in the middle of the night but I'm thankful for every moment that I did have. I'm thankful for our beautiful and pleasant gift from God. We will see her again in Heaven and I cannot wait to rock my sweet baby and look into her beautiful eyes. Until then, dear Jesus, I pray that you hold her tightly for me, love on her, give her all the kisses I would and let her know how very loved she is still down on the earth.

We love you Naomi Joan, always and forever.


  1. What a beautiful honor you have given precious Naomi Joan in this journal. I admire the fortitude you have to remember her in this way. The heartache I feel for you is miniscule in comparison to what is now a part of your life. I hope your faith will sustain you in difficult days. I so enjoy the videos you've posted of Sophia. I am happy she is in your lives. Peace, Rose

  2. Sara, my heart breaks as I read your post! You do such an amazing job of sharing your sweet Naomi and how her life point's to God's huge love even in the most unimaginable times! Thank you for sharing this heartfelt, beautiful post! Naomi's story has touched my heart and will continue to touch countless more! Biggest Hugs for you and your sweet family!

    Kelly Hobbs

  3. Sara, my heart aches for your family. I couldn't get through this without bawling, just like I couldn't get through your Facebook updates without doing the same. I am so sorry for your loss, I cannot imagine how you're feeling or what you're going though. All I know it i'm in awe of your strength through this difficult time. Thinking of you constantly, and sending warm, healing energy and hugs.

  4. Oh my goodness, reading this just makes me sob all over again! We are sad & deeply grieving the loss of our dear niece, but we are even more so crushed for you & Joe. We love Naomi, and you, and Joe and Sophia. We are always praying for peace, healthy grief and rest as you walk through this.

  5. Sara, I mourned deeply with you as I read this. You have been giving me such encouragement during my own pregnancy, and I've cried out to God now in shock and disbelief.

    But you showed so much wisdom when you said that God did not give you Naomi to hurt you. We cannot know his reasons, but his plans are to give us hope and a future, not to harm us (Jeremiah 29:11).

    Seeing her again will be the most beautiful thing I can imagine for you. Will pray hard and tell my circle of faithful to keep your family in their prayers, and let me know if there is ANYTHING I can do for you!

  6. Sara, I read every word of this with awe and admiration. Your words "we know that God did NOT give her to us to hurt us" were so poignant and focuses the grief in a real way. I have found myself praying for you many times over the last couple of days and will continue to do so.

  7. Sara, although I have not met you, I know Joe and my heart breaks for both of you. I cannot fathom the grief both of you must feel, but I wanted to let you know that I am lifting you both up in prayer for strength, grace and the love of God to comfort you both. I know that only God can bring that peaceful balm to your spirits and I pray that the joy you have already expressed about your precious one stays with you always.

  8. Your story is now all over the world. I (Janene) was just skyping with Kayla in China from Singapore, where I am living. She just now told me this news and sent me your blog. It answered all my questions as I was just unable to wrap my mind around this. Thank you for bringing us into your heart and letting us experience all this with you....
    As you daily become aware of more ramifications of your loss, may the realness of the presence of God be yours in ways never before known. Let faith take you higher up and deeper in as the heart of God longs to enable you to trust Him with the greatness of His unseen purposes.

  9. I am so sorry about losing your baby girl. I cannot imagine the horror of thinking you are about to bring her into the world to start your lives together to realize that she is gone and there is nothing you can do about it. I lost a baby at 22 weeks (not nearly like going full-term), but I did feel the same way about how she was knit together perfectly in my womb, and I felt God's love in the midst of the pain. I pray that you will feel God's love so closely right now as you feel her absence. I started my blog years ago as my journal. I am so very sorry about your heartbreak.

  10. Sara and Joe: It has been a privilege to read your blog and to be so imtimately invited into your lives. You and I haven't met but I know your mom and dad and have grieved with them these past 3 months as all of you walk this journey of grief.
    Tomorrow April 5th all over the world we will celebrate Naomi Joan...what a tribute to you, Joe, Sophia and little Naomi Joan! I am sure you have so many amazing stories to share of God's amazing Grace in your lives and the blessing you are to so many families that share your journey.
    We have been praying for all of you and continue to uphold you...there are no words for the ache in your hearts...we are so sorry.