Every person has a story. I'd like to share Glory's with you.
To start off, her conception was not planned on our part. We believe God had her planned, though, from the foundations of the world. Though we thought we were finished with our family, we are glad that we have her added to us.
We had just arrived back to America for furlough when she was conceived. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that after 5 years we would again be having another baby. I must insert that our other children were praying for a sibling. :)
We were very busy on furlough, traveling from place to place. I was able to have a few prenatal check ups and 2 ultrasounds. The 2nd ultrasound revealed that we would be having a girl. Most of the family was voting for boy but a few were holding out for a girl. We were all satisfied though that the girl is what God wanted for us.
After we left the ultrasound place, we began discussing girl names. The kids made an observation that we had two "T" names (Tabitha, Titus), two "S" names (Samuel, Serenity) and two "H" names (Hadassah, Hope), but we only had one "G" name (Grace). So we started throwing out girl names that began with "G". Daddy brought up Glory and everyone liked that name. Jokingly he originally said, "Glory Hallelujah". Then later we discussed using his Grandmother on his father's side's name, Ruth, as the middle name. Everyone in the family liked that. Though other names were tossed around this is what we decided on.
Where would we have the baby? That was the next question to be answered. We were already in the states on furlough. We had round trip tickets back to Australia in January. We were looking at a due date around March 30. (According to my second ultrasound. My original date that I gave myself was March 25 which just so happened to be the day she was born.) We prayed about it and decided to have her in PNG.
This would entail coming into the city and having her. We made arrangements with MAPANG, the mission house we stay in, for the rooms needed for that time. We made these early on as MAPANG is a great place to stay and is often booked out in advance.
We did all our checkups and prepared to leave the states with a paper from my midwife saying I was fit to travel. All went well with the flights. We left a very cold, snowy New York to land in a hot tropical Cairns, Australia. We were able to enjoy three days there to get back on the same time zone. It was restful after the long flight. After a quick 5 days in Port Moresby for supplies we were finally home.
I was able to have the clinic worker, Lillian, in Kaintiba check the baby and her position. All was well. Head was down.
Jamie Parfitt and her 4 youngest children came to help out with the birth and events surrounding it. They arrived into Kaintiba on Feb. 27. The story of excitement on that day will have to be written in a future blog post!
As time drew closer for our departure to the city for her birth, the weather turned very rainy due to some cyclones in the ocean between PNG and Australia. Matt Allen was supposed to fly us in some supplies on March 2, and then pick up Jamie, her two youngest girls, Naomi and Karen, and me on March 9 to fly to Port Moresby (POM). Because of the rainy weather he was not able to make either of those flights so he suggested we find another route. We contacted SIL to pick us up. They also were delayed in getting us as we were scheduled to leave March 9. We finally were able to leave Wednesday, March 11.
On Sunday, March 15, we were supposed to pick up my midwife, Amy Reynolds, and our "nanny," Angel Rowe. They missed their flight in LA which brought them in on Monday, March 16. From there, Angel flew to Kaintiba on Wednesday, March 18, and Mark flew into POM on that return flight.
We had only to wait till Saturday night to start having contractions. I was 1 1/2 cm dilated to start. We had some good contractions Saturday night and into Sunday. It made me dilate to 3 cm. The contractions were sporadic then until Tuesday. I noticed that in the afternoon on Tuesday the contractions seem to be coming back but I had decided I would ignore them until I could ignore them no more. So in the evening the contractions intensified. Amy checked me and I was 4cm dilated with contractions coming about 2 min. apart. We decided we would go to the hospital (clinic as it is called but it is a hospital). We got there at 10:45 and got checked in. The PNG midwife checked me and decided I could stay. I think they thought I didn't look like I was in that much pain. :) We walked around the hallway a little bit then we just walked in the room we were in. My friend Jamie, who was there to help, suggested I try walking through the contractions. I found it helped more than I thought it would. My legs started to feel shaky as I was walking through contractions and I had hit transition. Mark had to go get the midwife to come as they were checking me only every hour. She came and broke my water. Then I felt I needed to have a bowel movement but as Jamie was helping me to the toilet, I realized it was the baby coming. We quickly got to the bed and I started pushing and had her shortly after that at 1:04 a.m. She weighed 6 lbs. 8 oz. and was 19" long.
So this completes the story of her birth. I shall try to keep up on blogging better as I haven't posted anything in over a year.
P.S. From Jamie: For anyone wondering, the young girls went to stay with a local family Tuesday evening, once we thought it was likely we would be going to the hospital that night. :-)
To start off, her conception was not planned on our part. We believe God had her planned, though, from the foundations of the world. Though we thought we were finished with our family, we are glad that we have her added to us.
We had just arrived back to America for furlough when she was conceived. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that after 5 years we would again be having another baby. I must insert that our other children were praying for a sibling. :)
We were very busy on furlough, traveling from place to place. I was able to have a few prenatal check ups and 2 ultrasounds. The 2nd ultrasound revealed that we would be having a girl. Most of the family was voting for boy but a few were holding out for a girl. We were all satisfied though that the girl is what God wanted for us.
After we left the ultrasound place, we began discussing girl names. The kids made an observation that we had two "T" names (Tabitha, Titus), two "S" names (Samuel, Serenity) and two "H" names (Hadassah, Hope), but we only had one "G" name (Grace). So we started throwing out girl names that began with "G". Daddy brought up Glory and everyone liked that name. Jokingly he originally said, "Glory Hallelujah". Then later we discussed using his Grandmother on his father's side's name, Ruth, as the middle name. Everyone in the family liked that. Though other names were tossed around this is what we decided on.
Where would we have the baby? That was the next question to be answered. We were already in the states on furlough. We had round trip tickets back to Australia in January. We were looking at a due date around March 30. (According to my second ultrasound. My original date that I gave myself was March 25 which just so happened to be the day she was born.) We prayed about it and decided to have her in PNG.
This would entail coming into the city and having her. We made arrangements with MAPANG, the mission house we stay in, for the rooms needed for that time. We made these early on as MAPANG is a great place to stay and is often booked out in advance.
We did all our checkups and prepared to leave the states with a paper from my midwife saying I was fit to travel. All went well with the flights. We left a very cold, snowy New York to land in a hot tropical Cairns, Australia. We were able to enjoy three days there to get back on the same time zone. It was restful after the long flight. After a quick 5 days in Port Moresby for supplies we were finally home.
I was able to have the clinic worker, Lillian, in Kaintiba check the baby and her position. All was well. Head was down.
Jamie Parfitt and her 4 youngest children came to help out with the birth and events surrounding it. They arrived into Kaintiba on Feb. 27. The story of excitement on that day will have to be written in a future blog post!
As time drew closer for our departure to the city for her birth, the weather turned very rainy due to some cyclones in the ocean between PNG and Australia. Matt Allen was supposed to fly us in some supplies on March 2, and then pick up Jamie, her two youngest girls, Naomi and Karen, and me on March 9 to fly to Port Moresby (POM). Because of the rainy weather he was not able to make either of those flights so he suggested we find another route. We contacted SIL to pick us up. They also were delayed in getting us as we were scheduled to leave March 9. We finally were able to leave Wednesday, March 11.
On Sunday, March 15, we were supposed to pick up my midwife, Amy Reynolds, and our "nanny," Angel Rowe. They missed their flight in LA which brought them in on Monday, March 16. From there, Angel flew to Kaintiba on Wednesday, March 18, and Mark flew into POM on that return flight.
We had only to wait till Saturday night to start having contractions. I was 1 1/2 cm dilated to start. We had some good contractions Saturday night and into Sunday. It made me dilate to 3 cm. The contractions were sporadic then until Tuesday. I noticed that in the afternoon on Tuesday the contractions seem to be coming back but I had decided I would ignore them until I could ignore them no more. So in the evening the contractions intensified. Amy checked me and I was 4cm dilated with contractions coming about 2 min. apart. We decided we would go to the hospital (clinic as it is called but it is a hospital). We got there at 10:45 and got checked in. The PNG midwife checked me and decided I could stay. I think they thought I didn't look like I was in that much pain. :) We walked around the hallway a little bit then we just walked in the room we were in. My friend Jamie, who was there to help, suggested I try walking through the contractions. I found it helped more than I thought it would. My legs started to feel shaky as I was walking through contractions and I had hit transition. Mark had to go get the midwife to come as they were checking me only every hour. She came and broke my water. Then I felt I needed to have a bowel movement but as Jamie was helping me to the toilet, I realized it was the baby coming. We quickly got to the bed and I started pushing and had her shortly after that at 1:04 a.m. She weighed 6 lbs. 8 oz. and was 19" long.
So this completes the story of her birth. I shall try to keep up on blogging better as I haven't posted anything in over a year.
P.S. From Jamie: For anyone wondering, the young girls went to stay with a local family Tuesday evening, once we thought it was likely we would be going to the hospital that night. :-)
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