What’s In A Name?

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In my last post I briefly wrote about my son’s name.  Today I’d like to explain the meaning and reasoning behind my baby’s name.

My husband and I have been married for almost 10 years and in that time we have discussed possible names of our child(ren).  When we conceived we had a few lengthy discussions about names…and that was before we found out the gender.  Lol.  We decided we would wait until we found out the gender to continue the discussion and solidify a name.  When our baby revealed himself, it limited our name selections, which was good, and we settled on Samuel.

Before I continue I’d like to clear up a myth about my son.  He is not a junior.  Yes, he and my husband have the same first name.  A junior is defined as the younger of 2 men bearing the same full name.  My husband and son share the same first and last name only.  I hope that’s clear enough, lol.

We chose the name Samuel from the King James version of the Bible.  There are a few verses that stood out to me then and continue to serve as reminders to me of the blessings that come through prayer and fasting.

In Samuel 1:5-6, it says, “But unto Hannah he gave a worthy portion; for he loved Hannah: but the Lord has shut up her womb.  And her adversary also provoked her sore, for to make her fret, because the Lord has shut up her womb.”  I can relate to this because I truly feel the Lord blesses me each day and when it came to trying to have a baby, I felt as though I may not be able to conceive.  The other part to this is that Satan/the adversary didn’t and doesn’t help.  He contributed to my feelings of frustration, anger, and thoughts of giving up.

In Samuel 1:10-11, it explains, “And she was in bitterness of soul, and prayed unto the Lord, and wept sore.  And she vowed a vow, and said, O Lord of hosts, if thou wilt indeed look on the affliction of thine handmaid, and remember me, and not forget thing handmaid, but wilt give unto thing handmaid a man child, then I will give him unto the Lord all the days of his life, and there shall no razor come upon his head.”

There were many times I felt bitter and as though the Lord had forsaken me.  In this scripture, Hannah covenants with the Lord, that if He will open her womb so that she can have a baby, she will offer the child to the Lord to serve Him.  That is quite a covenant and task.  When my husband and I fasted and prayed for a miracle, I did not make this same covenant.  I promised to teach my baby what is right and true according to the Lord and with his help.  The Lord’s ways are not man’s ways.

In Samuel 1:19-20, it states at the end of verse 19 “and the Lord remembered her.” And in verse 20, “Wherefore it came to pass, when the time was come about after Hannah had conceived, that she bare a son, and called his name Samuel, saying, Because I have asked him of the Lord.”  This scripture is the reason and meaning behind the naming of our son…because I have asked him of the Lord.  We didn’t ask for a son; that is what the Lord gave to us.  We fasted and prayed for a baby or in other words, we asked the Lord for a baby and He gave us a son.  And just like Hannah, the Lord answered our prayers.

I mentioned above that my son is not a junior.  His middle names are taken from his Papas, my father and father-in-law.  I was just thinking back whether we asked permission from them or not.  I don’t think we did.  I think we just told them, lol.  I remember when I told my dad the middle name of his we’re using, he said, “I thought name was going to die.”  Lol.  We all just laughed.  He thought that name wouldn’t be carried on.  I also remember my husband and father-in-law having a conversation on the phone about the whole name thing.  When my husband hung up he told me my father-in-law wanted us to use or pick a different name.  We just laughed and before he could finish explaining, my father-in-law immediately called back and changed his mind.  He told my husband they were fine with whatever name.  Too funny.

If you’ve watched the movie, “The Blind Side” the little boy in the film is named Sean.  He is a junior and he’s called SJ.  Initially we thought about calling our baby SJ as a nickname.  He can be called SJ as his first middle name begins with a J.  I changed my mind and call him Samuel.  I want him to know his name.  If later on as he gets old he may want to be called SJ but that’s not a guarantee.  We’ll see what he’s comfortable with. 🙂

Thanks for reading!

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Cesarean Delivery

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It was 2:15am and my c-section was scheduled for 3am.  The nurses prepped for my c-section before my doctor arrived.  My room filled with 3-5 more hospital staff members.  My nurse, the anesthesiologist, the resident, and my doctor.  I can’t remember if there were more people…I was dozing in and out.  My epidural medication was in a clear locked box (with an alarm) that went off.  My nurse and the anesthesiologist worked on that.

My doctor explained what was going on and what to expect.  He also did something I never expected…he complimented me on being such a good sport.  He went on to tell me that I shouldn’t feel bad about not having a vaginal birth.  Although I was medicated, I was really surprised by his comments.  I thought it was very nice of him to say.

Well, after everything was ready, I was wheeled out of the delivery room and into the surgical room.  Having a cesarean section delivery is surgery!  In the surgery room, the lights were very bright.  I have no idea how many more people were in the room then.  As I laid on the bed, the staff transferred me to another table.  I tried to lift myself up but couldn’t.  The nurses told me to just lay there and they would move me to the surgical table.  I still couldn’t feel from the waist (what I had of one) down.  So, the nurses quickly lifted me up and over onto the table.  My arms were spread out, each on an individual table.  Not sure how to explain it but it’s like branches of a tree.  It was then that I dozed off.  I heard what everything but my eyes were closed.  I knew my husband and the anesthesiologist were behind me sitting down.

I heard the doctor say everything was ready and then he proceeded to explain how to do a cesarean section procedure to one of the residents.  I dozed in and out throughout the procedure.  I couldn’t see anything because there was a sheet in front of me about 1-2 feet away from my face.  My c-section was scheduled for 3am and our baby was born at 3:31am…I heard that with my eyes closed.  Not too long after that, I heard my baby cry.  I immediately opened my eyes and looked around.  The sheet was still there and I couldn’t see him.  An interesting feeling came over me.  I felt chicken skin (goose bumps) rush through my body from head to toe.  My heart was full and my eyes were overcome with tears.  Our baby – Samuel – was finally here!

Throughout my pregnancy, I called my baby “Sammy Boy”.  When I heard him cry, I decided I wouldn’t call him that anymore.  I would call him Samuel or SJ (I’ll write about that in another post).

My husband brought our baby to me all wrapped up.  I kissed him and then he took him to the nursery.  I later found out that my husband cut the umbilical cord.  I got all cleaned up and then I was wheeled back into the delivery room I had been in for more than 2.5 days.

When I returned to the delivery room my husband was there gathering up all our stuff.  The nurse that was with us going into the procedure was there with us when I came back.  It was a little after 5am and I was doing ok.  I was finally allowed to have a drink of water.  When I could keep that down, I could have more and then some apple juice.  I was ok keeping that down too.  I noticed that the nurse kept asking me how I felt and each time she entered the room, she pushed on the area around my incision.  It was probably every half hour or so.  She reminded me that I had a fever and informed me that we would be moving to postpartum around 6am.  Each time she pushed near my incision she asked me if it hurt.  I was thinking to myself, “really?  You really need to ask?  Hello, of course it hurts!”  I took a deep breath each time she checked the area and told her it hurt.

When all of that was done, I was wheeled and transferred to a postpartum room.  The room was much smaller than the delivery room.  The nurse informed me that they weren’t able to donate my cord blood, as I requested.  Due to my illness, the cord blood bank was not able to accept my cord blood.  I was a little bummed I did all the paperwork and stuff a couple months prior to delivery.  But there wasn’t much I could do about it, so that was fine.

Before I talk about my recovery time in the hospital, I’d like to talk about my son’s name.

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