I just entered into my blog again and realized my last post was Phoenix's birth. I guess the only thing worth logging in anymore is the birth of a child. Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that I have six young children now. But I love to write and tell their stories. I'm not sure why it has taken me years to get back into this but hopefully, I can start blogging more because I love keeping these records of my family.
So, Here is Aslan's Story:
This birth was special to me. So much of it was carried through with faith and the angels I felt around me. Yes, I'm a total energy person and Yes, I believe in angels but have never truly felt their presence so much as I did throughout this rough experience. I call it rough because truly it was one of the more difficult ones I've had. But before I get into the nitty gritty of it all, I'd like to express how grateful I am for the series of events that led up to this situation. It has been made clear to both Alex and myself that everything that has taken place this last year has had a purpose even though at the time it seemed like an unexplainable trial of our faith.
I have been known to murmur often and complain. This usually happens when our finances are tight. Which for the past year and a half or so, has been our journey. It seems we're often trying to play catch-up on everything. And the Lord has somehow always blessed us. We have never gone without our basic needs being met. So I can't complain there. But there's something so dang frustrating about trying to become self-reliant when our commission-based income is not always as consistent as we'd like it to be.
I feel the need to recap the events of the past year or so, to truly show why I feel God and his angels were with us throughout our journey. After spending two years in Traverse Mountain, a beautiful area in Lehi which we loved and truly did not want to leave, we decided to take a leap of faith and travel again. In the past, this has always proven to be quite profitable. And we were in a place where we really wanted to start getting ahead so that we could buy a house soon instead of renting. It seemed like the right choice. And so we headed to California in February of 2016 to do more security sales, only to find the market was terrible and quickly, our savings was used up.
We found no place to stay out there and with no income, we quickly made the decision to return to Utah. Only we had no place to stay. My parents' small apartment wasn't quite suitable for our family of 7 at the time. We ended up staying with Alex's brother and his family for almost 2 months in Sandy, and because the security sales weren't doing well, Alex quickly made shifts to work in the solar industry. In our efforts to quickly find an apartment so as not to drive Elliot and April insane with our crazy kids made crazier because of all the mischief they wanted to explore together with their cousins (I'm sure our kids were in Heaven at this time btw), we found a place in Sandy around the corner from them instead. Bless their hearts for taking our whole family under their roof while we figured out how to get out of this mess. It seemed a bit pricey at first so we figured it would only be short term until we could find a house again since it's hard to find a place cheap enough, that also allows our family because most places ask for 2 people per bedroom. In my mind, I think, who cares. I've thrown all my kids into one bedroom because they all like to sleep near each other anyways. But I stray from the point. So we moved into this apartment around May. Signed a 6 month lease. When I got pregnant in June, our plan became to quickly find a bigger space so that we could move all of our things out of storage which we were paying on top of our rent. For me, this was all just a big headache. I hate moving so close to giving birth, but we've been there and done that on several occasions, so we looked and looked. But as labor grew closer, Alex once again struggled with different solar companies trying to find what worked best for us financially. It didn't seem doable anymore for us to rent a house because we couldn't save enough for a deposit as well as our rent and midwife payments which we're still in the process of working through. The stars were not aligning for us, or so we thought. So, we made the decision to stick around and eventually ended up signing another lease. On a side note, because our complex switched out their management team, we later recieved a $200 discount on our second lease. One of God's tender mercies and I'll explain all that in a bit. Anyways, as I tell my birth story you'll understand why it was so critical that we were where we were because of the fact that I needed to transfer from my beautifully planned homebirth to a hospital again. Our apartment, is literally just a few blocks from the hospital. Had we moved to some of the areas we were looking at in Lehi and Bluffdale, where we wanted to be, and the nearest Emergency was a 10-20 minute drive, things might have gone differently. I don't know. One can never tell for sure, but my gut tells me, that everything was in place as it should have been because I know God loves me and watches over me and my babies.
So back to the actual birth. We decided to once again use Sherri Price as our midwife. I personally loved all her birthing support so much last time with our stubborn little Phoenix that just wouldn't descend into the birth canal properly, that we ended up calling her last minute after we had gotten some finances into place in order to use her services. She really has a gift for birth and assisting mothers. Regardless of feeling confident in once again going with Sherri over Suzanne Smith who we also loved for helping us deliver 3 of our babies, I felt the need to express to her that I felt nervous about something. She gave me several foot zones as we explored what it was I was so emotional about. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Birth doesn't often make me nervous. I mean, of course there's always a bit of uncertainty each time around, but this felt different. We explored whether it was my financial anxiety, or stressing over whether anything could have been done differently the last time to avoid being transferred again. We talked about birthing tubs and the stool being at the right height for me to birth upon because last time I had a lot of pressure in my legs. We had been a bit confused about whether our conception date was accurate and roughly tried to figure out when this little guy would make his appearance because of trips Sherri had to make roughly around the same time. We also discussed whether a homebirth was even right for me at this time. I had been struggling with some other health issues but was still fairly low-risk. In the end, though I love Sherri, something still made me feel extremely on edge. Despite her trips she discussed with me the possibility of having one of her other midwives she worked with attend my birth. I trusted she would leave me in good hands, and in the end, that's exactly what happened. So I then began to prepare for our baby's birth day as best I could. This pregnancy got so difficult in the last 6 weeks or so. I was told I had a lot of fluid and for sure, that and a combination of the fact that I gave birth to another big baby added to the difficulty in moving around towards the end. Still, I guess I'm a pusher. So we pushed ahead and got things out of storage, washed loads of baby clothes that had been put away, collected birthing supplies and stuff to clean up the mess. Even so, nothing seemed to help me feel quite prepared this time. You'd think I'd have been ready having gone through this 5 times before.
Since my ability to move felt a bit limiting, I found ways to uplift my mind and focus on positive thoughts and ways to raise my energy to a higher vibration. I printed out a garland of strengthening scriptures I could read and be reminded of as I walked by them. I printed out more quotes. I loved the one that says to "Be Still and know that I am God." It helped to increase my faith and calm my fears. I happened to choose a theme word for my year and my word was Stillness. So it's fun to see how this word has shown up in my life this year. I also really loved John 16:21 which reads, "A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come: but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no more the anguish, for the joy that a man is born into the world." These were helpful. And then, as silly as it may sound, I started watching Moana with my kids. Disney surely has a way of making you watch their films on repeat and something clicked and spoke to me through one song in particular.
On a day that was rather rough because my house had become a mess and I felt useless to do anything about it, I heard the song, "I Am Moana (song of the ancestors)" and the lyrics lit up as though someone was speaking to me. So here are the lyrics in case you wanted to follow along:
Baby Aslan, just born.
A photo of the placenta always seems gruesome to share but I find it amazingly wondrous that we as women can grow an entire organ within the space of 9 months, alongside a new human being. It truly is a beautiful thing to me to marvel at how perfect God's plan of creation is.
Alex, shielding the baby's eyes from the harsh and bright lighting of the hospital room.
Skin to skin with my new baby.
10 lbs. 6 oz. 22 1/2 inches long. He's a big one!
Ten year-old big brother holds the baby.
Daddy and Edison want a turn too.
One of our sweet nurses washing his hair.
One day old with aunt Tiffany.
Uncle Mauricio playing with his nephew.
Chrysalis is all over this kid.
And here's the beautiful midwife who saved our baby's life. Roxanna Maurer.
A truly AMAZING woman!
My dad, the comedian, trying to figure out how to assist at our house with the aftermath.
Baby's day old smiles.
Just can't resist sharing all these photos. I'm so lucky. I get to cuddle with another boy at night. Isn't he scrumptious?! Our family is truly so blessed. Hope you've enjoyed our birth story. If you've made it this far, thanks for taking this journey with us.