This is long overdue but better late than never. I want to share the awesome story of Juliette Joia's birth.
I am sure most of you know prior to our my precious daughter Juliette's birthday that Chris and I had lost three babies to miscarriage. That was the original start of this blog. It was devastating to us and I knew that this year, on September 21st, when the one year loss date of Samantha came up...that it would be hard.
September 20th came and I was very emotional. Chris and I pulled out all of Samantha's cards, clothes, things we'd made or written, and he sat with me and we talked about our babies and I cried while he held me. I knew that the next day would be difficult.
The 21st of September came and I had a very busy day at work. It had been a crazy week. I was exhausted and stressed. When I got home from work, I wasn't feeling well. I was 36.5 weeks pregnant so this wasn't absurd except for the fact that I noticed some strange things. I hadn't been swollen really at all and now my feet were the teensiest bit swollen. My head was hurting a bit and I just felt off. I asked Chris to check my blood pressure and it was high for me..not really high but in the 130s which was atypical for me. He suggested I call my midwives. The midwife on duty, Emily, asked us to come in. I did not expect to stay. However, upon arrival and a urine sample, protein showed up in my urine. Suddenly preelampsia was suspected. Instead of heading home and focusing on Samantha's life and loss, I was being admitted to the hospital with another precious little girl inside of me. I was terrified.
Two days later, we finally had the answer. After twenty four hours of checking for protein in the urine, it was determined that I did indeed have a mild case of preeclampsia and since I was almost 37 weeks along (which they'd consider full-term) that I needed to be induced. I freaked out. I was not ready for this baby to come out! I wanted 3-5 more weeks. This was not what we had planned. But then I had a realization.With all the miscarriages, I had felt so helpless. Wasn't there ANYTHING they could do to save the baby? Not that early, they couldn't. But now...this baby. They could save her! They could induce me. With prayer and support from friends and family, and especially the strenth of God, I managed to calm my fears and trust that things would go differently.
They said they'd induce me on Friday, September 23rd and it would take 48-72 hours. That didn't happen! It was busy in the hospital and I ended up being induced on Saturday, September 24th in the wee morning hours. It was under eight hours and labor was easy for me! Painful until I got my epidural but not terribly difficult because my body took off. I never even needed Pitocin. The cervical ripening agent caused labor to begin intensely and contractions took off. I went from 1 cm to 5 cms quite quickly and then a couple of hours passed and I was at 9 cm. The midwife said she'd come back shortly and we'd push. 10 cm arrived quickly and eight pushes later a head popped through and a body slid out. Daddy confirmed she was the little girl we'd been keeping a secret and then he cut her umbilical cord. Tiny 5 lb, 10 oz Juliette Joia was born on September 24th, 2011, just three days after her mom had been admitted to the hospital one year after finding out about the loss of her big sister, Samantha.
As I held this crying tiny baby girl, I was overwhelmed by so many feelings. First, pure and utterly intense love and responsibility filled my heart for this little one. Secondly, I whispered to my husband, as I cried, that I had finally and truly carried a child to term. That had been so important to me. And thirdly, how good God was to give us this baby...our rainbow baby, a rainbow after a year of so many storms. We had settled on the name Juliette, seeing it as a beautiful classic name. Joia was chosen because in English it's meaning is rejoicing. We had almost chosen Joy but it didn't ring right with Juliette and our last name, being Joy was too short. Joia seemed fitting because though we still grieve and miss our sweet children, Samantha, Dominic, and Noah, we were also filled with joy--inexpressible joy--at the precious gift of Juliette. God had turned our mourning into dancing and rejoicing and so Juliette Joia seemed fitting.
We called family and friends. We texted and updated Facebook. We were surrounded by so much love and joy and so many people celebrated with us at what God had done simply by giving us this miracle rainbow baby. One of my best friends, when told the news, cried with relief and joy. The grandparents, aunts and uncles, and other family members were thrilled. We were thrilled.
The amazing thing for me was how God on a very dark day for me has forever attached that day to a day of rejoicing. On September 21st, I will no longer only mourn and grieve for Samantha but I will always think of and rejoice in remembering that day was the beginning of the journey of Juliette's coming into the world. Ironically, something I didn't realize until October was another irony and blessing. Juliette's due date, had I not been induced, was to be October 15th, which is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. Tell me that God wasn't sending a message that acknowledged our losses and hurts and giving us a precious gift in Juliette?! He most certainly was.
Our first few weeks have been special. Juliette was a tiny little thing, starting in preemie clothes. Even now at almost seven weeks, she is probably only just around eight pounds and still in her little newborn outfits. She struggled at first with gaining weight but once my milk was in and we had done a little supplementing, her appetite came on and she has been growing beautifully now. Breastfeeding has been an intense but wonderful experience. She's a beautiful little girl and has a very sweet temperament.
Pictures:

Juliette and myself right after birth...one of the best moments of my life.

Juliette around 2 weeks, very photogenic

Juliette around 5 weeks, so pretty in pink