This birth story and photos wouldn’t be possible without my amazing doula, Ashley. Thank you for all you did throughout my pregnancy, labor and postpartum time. We are forever grateful for you!
I’m not sure why, but I had a lot of ideas/desires of how, where, when, why, what, etc. for Joy’s birth. I wanted her to be born in May (with a due date of 5/25 and measuring slightly ahead during the pregnancy, that was realistic, right?), weigh less than 8 pounds, come on her own (I was very fearful of being induced… somehow thinking an induction would likely end to a C-section) and honestly, the list went on. I can see now that most of the things I wanted were pretty silly… who cares if she is a May or a June baby?! But in the moment or specifically the final 2 weeks-ish of carrying her, I cared. I just wanted so desperately to control something, realizing more and more each day that I was truly in control of little to nothing and she would come whenever God said it was time. That being said, I sure did try to speed things along (see the photo below from Memorial Day weekend)- from spicy foods, eggplant parm, walking, dates, sex, raspberry leaf tea and even some woo-woo herbal blend.. I tried it all. I basically stopped shy of castor oil because.. yeah, no.
On June 1st I sat in my therapist’s office (screenshot above is me booking the appointment) in complete disbelief that this baby hadn’t come yet. We agreed I would work on getting to a state of true relaxation, meditating on scripture and getting to a place of peace where the stress I was feeling could hopefully fade away. I recognized my stressed state truly wasn’t favorable for my my body to go into labor so I went home and for the first time in my life felt like I truly meditated. I spend a lot of time in daily prayer, especially in the morning, but I’m often distracted and certainly not in a state of complete relaxation. This time was different. I picked a few short scriptures and began repeating them out loud until I basically drifted off into an almost sleep. “You are fighting my battles for me, I only need to be still”, “I will fear not, for you are with me“, My times are in Your hands…”. The peace was tangible and I felt like my whole body took a big deep breath for the first time in weeks.
I also spent some time watching a live steam of the Bethel Heaven Come Conference. My husband and I attended it last year when I was 6 weeks pregnant and I had been waiting to catch glimpses of it this year online. One of the praise and worship leaders, Jeremy Riddle, was leading worship and began to talk about joy in between songs. And by “talking about joy”- I mean he spent a good 5 minutes discussing joy. Although Hector and I hadn’t named Joy yet, it had been the name I felt the strongest connection to for the past few months. Ironically, I thought of that name when attending another Bethel music event this past January, also led by Jeremy Riddle. During the live stream, Jeremy said “I believe God is releasing joy… He’s releasing joy tonight, joy will come in all shapes and sizes….”. Steffany Gretzinger joined in, singing about joy, to include a playful version of “I’ve got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart…” amidst a rather serious worship set. There was laughter, there was peace and deep down in my soul I knew our baby was coming very soon.
After realizing my water had broken, I waddled out to the living room to let my night owl husband know this wasn’t another peeing on myself moment. Bless his heart- he was finishing up building a baby gate and finally going to come to bed. I phoned the doula and we agreed that since it was still early, I would attempt to get some rest, focus on staying hydrated and nourished and we would see if my body would begin contractions on its own. Less than an hour later, the fun began. Contractions were fairly intense and coming more quickly than I thought, about 5 minutes apart. I called Ashley back to let her know I thought she should go ahead and come over because I needed some help coping and these were coming faster than we anticipated. By the time she got to the house (a short 45 minutes later), the contractions had begun to space a little more. The next hour was really good practice of learning how to cope… how to listen to Ashley through each contraction, learning counterpressure on my back worked wonders and that I didn’t want anyone but Ashley talking while I was contracting- sorry hubs, hush it. An hour or so of moderately intense contractions and they fizzled out. Ashley suggested we go for a walk and we headed out into the warm Texas heat. We did a portion of the Miles Circuit and by the end of the walk there was officially nothing going on. We agreed we’d gather our things and head to the hospital knowing that since my water had broken, I was on a bit of a clock as most providers are going to want a baby delivered in 24 hours (or sometimes less) when a mom is GBS+.
We arrived at the hospital around noon and I shoved a few dates in my mouth knowing I wouldn’t be allowed to eat after walking through those doors. The rather slow triage process began and the nurse checked me. I was so eager to learn if the morning contractions had helped move things along at all. I was 2 centimeters. I had been dilated to 1 centimeter for almost a month so I tried to see that as progress, but was a little disappointed I hadn’t budged a bit more. They confirmed my water had indeed broken and prepared a room for me right away. In the process, another woman arrived with a much more emergent situation than mine, so it was about 3:00pm before we got in the labor and delivery room. By that time my contractions had started up again and I was feeling hopeful I wouldn’t need Pitocin to get my labor going. We were also getting back into a rhythm of dealing with each contraction. Ashley would help me with my breathing, remind me to “get ahead of the contraction, that it would peak, I would ride it back down and then take a break”, to “take a long deep breath all the way down to baby” and “imagine my cervix opening”. I was so grateful for her help and how easy (not the contraction part) it was to listen and respond to her. We hadn’t “practiced” any of this, but she knew what she was doing and I trusted her guidance. Hector and she took turns applying counterpressure to my back on the especially intense contractions and I’m pretty sure she reminded him to be quiet because I didn’t want anyone but Ashley talking. They both hushed nurses or anyone else that walked in- I can’t tell you how serious I was about no one talking. I was struggling to “visualize” my cervix opening and was searching for something other than a flower blooming to represent that. Finally it clicked and I thought of the pottery making process- molding the opening to a vase- and that was what I visualized from every contraction out. And occasionally in a moment of humor, I would think of the famous scene from Ghost.
The doctor on call was pretty amazing. Dr. S. was humorous, kind and motivated to honor what I wanted my labor and birth to look like, as long as it was safe. Since I was GBS+, she explained she wouldn’t be checking me very often because every time increases the chance of spreading bacteria. She said she was going to let me do my thing for a few hours and she’d be back. I remember thinking “but how will I know how dilated I am?”. Ashley had spent a lot of time educating us on the different stages of labor- early, active and transitional and how contractions are different at each stage- basically the closer you get to transition (where you fully dilate) the longer and stronger the contractions become. Evening came and I was contracting very regularly, including some 70+ second contractions that were 2-3 minutes apart. I remember sitting on the birthing ball asking Ashley “please tell me this is actually active labor” and she assured me that the contractions were certainly indicating we were not in early labor anymore and she was impressed with how consistent and closer together the contractions were. I was growing a bit weary and wondering where exactly I was at in this process. There were a few moments of overwhelm. Moments of missing my dad. Moments of unbelief that God had really brought us here- how he has restored our marriage and given us the gift of a baby girl. Around that time, Ashley played “Letting Go” by Steffany Gretzinger, from my birth play list.
“You’ve brought me to the end of myself
This has been the longest road
Just when my hallelujah was tired
You gave me a new song…”
Although my doctor wasn’t the one on call, Dr. S. was also A-okay with our request to have Hector help deliver our baby. I can’t imagine how special that feels to deliver your own baby, but the smile on his face in some of the photos below says it all. I’m so grateful that this was part of Joy’s birth story.
They began to get everything ready and we were about to work on practice pushing. I called my mom on speakerphone and ask her to pray. In the weeks leading up to labor, I was most worried about the pushing phase. I’m the WORST at holding my breath, which is something necessary while pushing. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold my breath long enough, but in hindsight that was one of many silly fears because at that point you’re going to do whatever it takes to push your baby out. And I did just that- whatever it took. For me that basically looked like having church in the delivery room. It meant playing King of My Heart by Steffany Gretzinger over and over and over again. It meant I was repeating scripture over and over and over again out loud… “You are fighting my battles for me, I only need to be still. My times are in Your hands. You have promised me a future and a hope. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me….” and probably a dozen other verses that were just flowing out because I was clinging to those promises the same way I clung to them throughout the entire pregnancy. I honestly felt like I was in my own little world and I didn’t even notice that apparently the doctor was exerting all her strength for more than an hour to help me stretch down there and minimize tearing. She was so patient and intentional to help us have the most safe and smooth delivery (and recovery) possible. She made me laugh, encouraged me to reach down and feel my baby’s head when she could tell I was growing a little tired and together with Ashley, Hector and the nurses cheered me on until I was able to push Joy’s head out. At that point I remember hearing the term nuchal (which from my days working as a NICU dietitian, I knew that meant her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck).. followed by “oh, double nuchal” and I watched as the doctor and Hector unwrapped the cord twice from around her neck before pulling her body out. She had the loudest cry and didn’t require any additional stimulation. She was never distressed at any point during the labor process despite having her cord wrapped around her neck twice. Thank you, Jesus.
Hector handed her to me and I can still remember what that moment felt like. Seeing her face and holding her for the first time was like seeing so many of God’s promises unfold right in front of my very eyes. It was the culmination of so much- a pregnancy that required 8 ultrasounds by our 12 week appointment, being told there was a 50% chance I’d miscarry, but knowing and trusting that God would sustain Joy’s life and help me carry her to term and literally the fruit of our marriage being reconciled. The fruit of humility, grace and forgiveness. Holding her and loving her so deep illuminated God’s love for us in a very tangible way.
Joy Elisabeth Garcia was born on June 2nd at 11:43pm weighing 7 pounds, 2 ounces, 20 inches long and full of sass from the start.
We had agreed we would wait until she was born to name her, but Hector knew my favorite name was Joy. A few minutes after she was born I ask him if we can name her Joy and of course he said yes. I remember Ashley saying that moment made her cry. We didn’t decide on her middle name until the following day, but wanted a female character from the Bible. Elisabeth was John the Baptist’s mother and had a beautiful testimony on God’s faithfulness in times of waiting.
Joy Elisabeth has certainly filled our hearts with joy. We are so grateful God has entrusted and equipped us to be her parents and we are fully trusting that the story God has authored for her is a good one.
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Thank you for so eloquently sharing such a personal and beautiful story.
Thanks for reading it, Aunt BB! And for being such an awesome Aunt to Joy!
Such a beautiful story! I’m so happy for your family and what a way to trust in the Higher powers to lead you to your bundle of joy!
Thanks so much for reading Joy’s birth story, Liz! Yes- God showed so much goodness throughout the whole pregnancy and birth!
Such a beautiful story for Joy that has just started, but already every day has been written in God’s book! May God bless us all with what we need to be what Joy needs for her story to be all God has planned! What a “joy” it is to hold my granddaughter and see the mighty hand of God at work! Thank you, Jesus!
Amen to all that, Momma. Thanks for being such a wonderful grandma (“Lita”)!
I bawled reading this. Beautiful story. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Amy! I’m so glad it touched you and appreciate you reading it!
Thank you for sharing your story! It reminds me of my experience with my daughter Julia…each story is unique, special and should not be taken for granted. Although my Jewelbug is 20 years old—-she has brought Chad and I numerous adventures, tears, love, friends…the list is endless. So through prayers, God’s love and your devotion to Him…your journey will be just as exciting! ❤️?✝️??
Thank you, Clarissa! Those are wise words and you’re absolutely right. We can’t go wrong if we fix our eyes on Him. Julia is so blessed to have you and Chad as parents!
What a beautiful story!
Thank you so much, Denise!
This was an amazing story and It’s like we got to experience it with you … thank you for sharing !!! So happy for you guys and can’t wait to meet Joy .. love y’all
Thanks for reading, Weesie!!! I’m so glad you felt like you were a part of it. Can’t wait for you to meet Joy very soon!
And we love you too! 😉
This is such a beautiful story. Literally brought a tear my eye. I love how you listened to God on Joys name. I loved how the doctor asked your husband to join in his daughters birth. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much, Laura! I love her name so much- I really wanted to speak something over her life and what better than to claim joy?! I’m so grateful Hector got to play such an active role also.
Oh Shannon, this was such a beautiful story that was written so well. Thank you for sharing. Congratulations!
Thank you so much for your kind words, Desiree. My pleasure to share- thank you for reading!
Oh my goodness. That was the most beautiful story of a beautiful birth, beautiful love, beautiful life. Facial expressions tell it all. The love and mutual trust is apparent in every smile. The final picture of your amazing Joy, is truly God’s greatest work. So very happy for you all, and I certainly agree, Debbie Malone will be one of the very best Grandmothers, “Lita” because of her loving heart. Congratulations to you all.
Aww, thank you so much, Kay! Appreciate you taking the time to read the story. We are so humbled that God chose to trust us with Joy’s precious little life. Lita has been a lifesaver these past few weeks; she’s helped us tremendously; we’re so blessed!
You’ll be so glad you wrote all this out 20 years from now!!!
I wish I had done that too.
You forget soooo much!!!
(FYI: I was GBS+ with Ben and Rachel. Complications with Ben but luckily none with Rachel.)
Glad your sweet little Joy is here ?
Thank you, Elaine! I’m so glad I did too- with this new mom brain I’m surprised I could remember all the details but I’m sure they will fade as time goes on. I’m so glad that both kiddos ended up okay even with some complications with Ben! Can’t wait for y’all to meet Joy!
It was a joy to read all about Joy’s birth! You’re relationship with our Savior is an inspiration to me and I’m sure will be to many others including your precious daughter ❤️ May God continue to bless your family immensely!
Thank you so much, Trisha! Really appreciate those kind words. God has been so gracious and He deserves all the glory! Blessings to you!!
What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for reading, Karen!
I had my son almost 20 years ago. I was looking for healthy paleo baby shower recipes for a sweet gal who is having her first girl (after 2 boys) and we wanted her to able to eat absolutely EVERYTHING at her shower. (also, no eggs, no dairy, no surgar). Anyway–I read through you whole birth encounter and cried. God is so good and faithful and cares about every detail–and every hair on little Joy’s beautiful head! Thanks for sharing and being so vulnerable online!!
Hi Laura. I’m so sorry it took me so long to reply! Thank you so much for taking the time to read our story and for your kind words. God is so good indeed! I hope the shower went well for your friend! Blessings to you :).