Baby.

I figure now that my baby is two weeks old, I should probably write down her birth story.

This is the last picture I have of myself pregnant (the arm sock is covering up my PICC line).  I was 37 weeks and one day pregnant and was in the hospital for my infection.  After nine failed rounds of oral antibiotics, one failed round of IM injections, my doctor decided that it would be best for me to go to the hospital to be treated with IV antibiotics on 10/16.  

I was there for four nights, much longer than I anticipated.  I was surprised at how little rest I got and how little I enjoyed being by myself for that long, even with a good book to read and Sudoku puzzles to solve.  I was poked everyday, woken up several times each night, woken up each time I tried to nap, and then I got my PICC line.  It was a simple procedure that didn't hurt much, but I cried like a baby before, during, and after it.

My favorite times in the hospital were of course when Steve and the kids visited me.  The visits were always short.  It didn't take long for Mi Na to figure out some way to make mischief.  My daily field trip to labor and delivery for my non-stress test was also a highlight.  It meant that I got to be outside in the sunshine for just a minute and it felt glorious each time.  I also looked forward to every meal, not because the food was good (in fact, my medication made everything taste like metal), but because an Indian woman named Mina brought it to me.  She soon learned how much I loved chocolate and would bring me some even if I didn't order it.  I loved getting to know her.  

I went home (10/20) with my PICC line so I could treat myself at home.  I was to give myself IV antibiotics everyday until I delivered the baby because it's likely that being pregnant was the cause of all the trouble. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait too long.

On Tuesday morning (10/23), I got checked at my midwife appointment and was at 3+ cm.  After that appointment, I started having contractions.  They were close together (2 to 4 minutes apart), but not regular.  These contractions lasted for hours.  So I went back to my midwife practice to get checked again, and I was still at 3+ cm.  You'd think that by baby #4, I'd know if I was in labor or not, but it's always been tricky for me.  So I went home, disappointed, but the contractions lasted through the rest of the day and night.    Normal life didn't stop just because I was having contractions, but I did have help from Wendy and Saige, who helped get Stephen to and from preschool and Mei Li to and from ballet.

On Wednesday, my contractions were more regular and much stronger.  I spent the morning cleaning up our bedroom.  It had been cluttered for months.  Around 11:30 AM, I called the midwives to let them know I was going to come in to get checked again, but I had to hurry to get there before their lunch break.  I was unable to find someone to take the kids right then so I decided I would take them with me.  Stephen, however, didn't like that plan.  Being in labor is kind of a big deal, but Stephen didn't seem to think so.  We were too late to make it before lunch. So, I just waited for Steve to come home and took my antibiotics.  Steve came home, Wendy picked Stephen up for preschool, and then Steve, Mi Na and I went to the midwife office.

The midwife who checked me has been delivering babies since 1981.  I often refer to her as "the wise woman."  I love her.  She said I was at 5+ cm and that I would be having this baby tonight.  I loved her even more after that.

So then we made arrangements for our kids.  Wendy would pick Stephen up from preschool and look after him.  We would leave Mi Na with Saige, and then she would pick Mei Li up from school.  Steve asked his sister, Christine, to drive in from West Virginia so she could stay with the kids overnight.

Steve dropped me off at the hospital, dropped Mi Na off at Saige's, and picked up a few things from home.  I loved all of the midwives and would have been happy to have any of them deliver my baby.  Paula was on call that day, along with the midwife intern, Shannon.  I probably saw them more than the others and they were very proactive when I was in the hospital the week before.  They did their best to get me out of there sooner rather than later.

After sitting on the hospital bed being monitored for a while, my contractions became much stronger, but I made little progress.  The midwives talked to me about breaking my water, which is something I didn't originally want.  But, I wasn't feeling very patient. I considered getting an epidural before they broke my water.  

Steve and I walked around for a while to talk about it.  I decided it was okay for them to break my water, but I wasn't going to get an epidural.  I knew what was ahead of me and I wasn't scared (yet).  I was actually more scared of needles.  I had had too many of those from the week before.  I'm grateful for modern medicine, but I want as little to do with it as possible.

After our walk, I was at 7 cm.  They broke my water and we walked around some more.  The contractions were painless for a while.  They asked us to come back in because the wireless monitors weren't working where we were walking.  So I walked around in the delivery room and when the contractions became so painful, I got in the tub for some pain relief.  I had never tried the tub before, but it was amazing how it lessened my pain by about 50 percent.  I stayed in there for a while and I handled each contraction pretty silently.  As the contractions worsened, I started to cry.

I got out of the tub to get checked again.  Still 7 cm, but much more effaced.  I labored the rest of the time on the hospital bed.  Steve rubbed my arm, which did nothing to lessen the pain, but it was still so comforting.  I could never go through labor without him.   I tried to relax and that helped, but there are just some contractions that are beyond relaxation techniques.  I remember telling Steve, "This sucks!"  "I NEVER want to do this again!"  Can you imagine what things might have flown out of my mouth if I wasn't Mormon?

I don't really remember the timing of everything, but after several of those excruciatingly painful contractions, I was ready to push.  I don't remember how long I pushed, but it was the worst.  "I can't do this!" I screamed.  Steve assured me that I could.  (Sound familiar?)  I thrashed around a bit, rebelling against the next contraction.  I felt out of control and so mad at the pain, but I pushed anyway.  After all, that was the only way out of this mess.  Just when the pain couldn't get any worse, the baby was out and the pain went away.  And everything was perfect.

The midwife placed her on my chest right away.  There she was, a full head of dark hair and chubby cheeks like Stephen, fresh from heaven.  Steve and I didn't really talk.  We just stared at her, listened to her cry, and basked in the newness of life, in that feeling of being so close to heaven.  There is nothing like it.  It is so amazing every single time.

After a while, Steve cut the cord and she was briefly whisked away to get cleaned up.

She weighed in at 7 lbs. 5 oz., measured 19 inches long.

I love this picture.  Her cheeks are amazing!

After she got cleaned up, I nursed her for the first time and she did great on her first try.  It's amazing how they come out knowing exactly what to do.  

Saige dropped the kids off at the hospital.  It was almost 10 PM.  Stephen said, "I want to see her!"  Mei Li said, "Aww, she's so cute!  The first thing that came out of Mi Na's mouth was "Can I touch it?"  She wanted to climb right on top of me to snatch her baby sister, but Steve gently put Mi Na next to me and unwrapped her feet so Mi Na could touch them.  Right away, Mi Na performed "this little piggy" on her baby sister's tiny toes.  My heart melted into a giant puddle of love.  

Mi Na hadn't napped, so she pretty quickly had a melt-down when we put limits on how much she could touch the baby.  Pictures would not happen that night.  Christine made it to our house so Steve just took the kids home, put them to bed, and came back to be with me.  It was such a luxury to have him there for the first night, so we could have some alone time with our new nameless baby girl.  Thank you for that, Christine.

Christine and the kids came by the next day to see the still nameless little baby.  Mi Na asked again, "Can I touch it?"  She was all over that baby, getting in her face and poking her eyes.  Mei Li held her baby sister for the first time.  Stephen was not super enthusiastic, but he seemed to like her well enough.  We took a few pictures and then Steve took the kids home.  She remained nameless through the rest of that day.

Family of six!

I stayed the extra night at the hospital as instructed, and in the morning, we had to finally choose a name.  There was a name that I loved this whole pregnancy, and we were pretty sure we would end up using it. Steve liked it enough and it had a special meaning.  Steve gave his okay on Friday morning to use that name, so I wrote it down on the birth certificate form.  I crossed it out a minute later.

As much as I loved that name, it wasn't her name.  I looked at her and looked at her.  She opened her eyes wide and they stayed open for an unusually long time.  It was during that time that her name came to me. "Li Ya."  It was a name that I had mentioned to Steve before, but never seriously considered.  It means beauty and grace.  When Steve came to pick me up, we discussed her name again. Steve loved it.  Never mind that I call her "Mi Na" at least three times a day.

I'm so grateful Li Ya came to us.  I'm so grateful to have such a kind and gentle man as my husband and father of my children. I'm so grateful that we have the power to create life!  I'm so grateful for my body's ability sustain this new life.   It's easy to get overwhelmed by all the responsibility that comes with having four children, but the Lord will help us. We can do this.  I dare say that we'll even be good at it.  Life is so beautiful.

Mi Na

Her name is Mi Na Anne. Mi Na means smilingly tender. Anne is my middle name, the name of my grandmother, Steve's grandmother, and Steve's sister.

Our tender little one came to us on the summer solstice, June 21, at 6:13 PM, exactly three weeks before her due date. She weighed 6 lbs 14 oz, measured 21 inches long.

Steve woke up early Monday morning to water the grass. I woke up with the kids and helped them find Steve. They watched him water the grass while I got a little more sleep.

After getting ready for the day with Steve, I told him that it would be nice to go into labor in the morning so we wouldn't have to bother anyone to watch our kids in the middle of the night. I somehow knew that the baby wasn't going to wait for Ie Ling and Jonathan to arrive, but I didn't really think I would be having the baby that very day.

I sent Steve off to work and we started our day like any other. I had irregular contractions all morning until 10:13 (or 10:23, according to our stove clock, which is 10 minutes fast), when they became more regular, about 8 minutes apart. I started timing them and simultaneously addressed thank you cards. 10:23, 10:31, 10:39, 10:47, 10:53, 10:58, 11:06, 11:17, 11:25, 11:30, 11:35. They started coming every 5 minutes.

I tried to find someone to watch my children. I thought it would be good to find someone in our old neighborhood, closer to the hospital. Ashley was the first I found to pick up her phone and she was available and willing. Thank you, Ashley.

Somehow, even though my contractions were getting closer together, I still didn't believe I was in labor. I wasn't in pain, I wasn't panicking, and life was just going on like it normally does. That morning, Stephen and Mei Li decorated her mirror together.



I called the doctor's office and talked to a nurse about what I should do. She consulted with the doctor there and the doctor said I should head to the hospital, considering that I had been at 3 cm on Friday, and that this was my third.

The kids were watching Sesame Street when I told them it was time to go. They put up a little fight, but they came.

I continued to have painless contractions 5 minutes apart during the 30 minute drive to Ashley's. We met Steve there, dropped the kids off, and then he drove me to the hospital.

I was at 5 cm when the doctor first checked me (around 3 PM). I asked the doctor to hold off on breaking my water so I could see where these painless contractions would take me. We took a 45 minute walk around the hospital floor. My contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. When checked again, I was only at a 6 (around 4:30 PM). The contractions continued and one hour later, I was only a little more than 6 cm.

During all of this, Steve and I watched the World Cup. We were happy and chatty.


Steve took pictures of these ugly turkey vultures outside of my window.


The doctor broke my water and the next five contractions were mildly painful and more intense. I suppose those ones took me to 7 cm.

The next two were unbelievably painful. I moaned through them. Then I asked the nurse for an epidural, and felt a little silly for not asking for one sooner. The nurse took her time getting that ordered.

I screamed and cried during the next contraction. But before the next one came, Steve very carefully and tenderly asked me if it would be okay to offer me some pain-coping advice. I thought it was sweet that he was so careful about my feelings and just didn't want to make things worse.

I let him give me his advice. He told me to try to project my mind past the pain. I relaxed my body and tried to almost fall asleep. It helped. In the middle of intense pain, a patient ambassador walked in so he could ask me some questions. I told him that it wasn't a good time.

The anesthesiologist arrived during the next contraction, but I already knew she was too late. I felt like I needed to push. The doctor checked me and it turns out that those last few contractions took me from 7 to 9 cm.

The next one came and I was ready to push. I turned to Steve and asked a silly question, "is it okay if I cry?" He looked at me and smiled, "yes, it's okay to cry."

In considering giving natural childbirth, I knew to expect extreme pain like I'd never felt before, but I never expected to feel fear. In that contraction, I felt so so scared. I was scared because I couldn't turn back and I desperately wanted to. I screamed, "I can't do this, I can't do this!" Steve said, "Yes you can, Ie Li. You're doing it!"

Steve reminded me to breathe so I tried. It's easier to scream than breathe, though. I breathed, screamed, pushed. Breathed, screamed, pushed. Her head was out and I saw a full head of black hair, just like my other children.

One more push and she was out. I felt relief and exultant joy, just like I did with my other two. To me, the pushing seemed to last forever, but Steve informed me that I pushed for just five minutes.

Steve cut the cord and then the baby was on my chest. She was beautiful with her smashed face. I cried. We did it again. We did it together.


Rachel and Christine picked up the kids from Ashley's house and brought them to the hospital to see their new sister shortly after she was born. They loved her and they looked at her with wonder. Thank you Rachel and Christine for your help.


That night, I asked Steve to write down his account of her birth. It is short, but so sweet. This is my favorite part of his story:

"I am always impressed and touched as the baby is born, just how close a new baby brings us all to heaven. To think she was just there, and now she is here. I think that is what makes the moment so special every time. I wonder if we can make her home here as nice as her home there."


We are going to try. We are going to try really hard to make her home a heavenly one. I think that with a father like Steve, and loving siblings like Mei Li and Stephen, we can make it happen together. Welcome to the world, Mi Na. We love you.