John Wicks Rice

We are thrilled to announce the birth of our newest, precious addition.

John Wicks Rice  

“John Wicks”

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

3:09 p.m. 

7lbs, 5 oz, 19 inches long

A miraculous little gift from God.

The whole birthing process amazed me just as much this time as it did the first time.

I thought it wasn’t possible to have an easier labor and delivery than I did with Luke, but I was wrong. This one was easier {recovery is the hardest part!}. In fact, this could probably be considered the most anti-climactic birth story ever, but that’s the way I would prefer it, and I am more than thankful. Really, though, how could any birth process leading to new life be considered boring?

With Luke, labor started on its own, but this time I was induced one day after my due date because my doctor was leaving town for half a week and conditions were very favorable for baby boy to come. We went in at 10 p.m. Monday June 3rd, and I was given medicine to thin my cervix. My nurse gave me a sleeping aid, and I was o-u-t OUT until about 6 a.m. the next morning. Jenny and Adam both spent the night in the room with me, though I don’t know that they slept as soundly. 🙂After some very mild contractions on the morning of June 4th, they went ahead and gave me the epidural. Glory. Then, after a low dose of Pitocin, contractions picked up and I progressed fairly quickly {not that I knew it}. The doctor came in and broke my water, and things moved even more quickly after that.
When I was fully dilated, the nurses instructed me to do a “practice” push so they could estimate how long this was going to take before they called the doctor. After one push, they both said, “Ok, STOP! NOW! He’s coming. We’re calling the doctor.”
And then it was time. My doc arrived pretty quickly. After three good pushes, our little Wicksie boy entered the world, looking purple and slimy with a dark head of hair. The doctor put him on my chest and said, “Here’s your prize.” And I was completely overcome with emotion. Because what a precious earthly prize, entrusted to me for a season. A prize I don’t deserve. My heart overflowed with thankfulness that God chose to bless us again. And just like that, we became a family of four. {No worries, Mr. Boy really does love his new baby “bubba!”} 🙂