Love: For the Family

It wasn't long ago when I wrote a post about my sisters, and now I am here with at least two of them.
On Friday February 20th we were getting ready to drive back home from Albuquerque. Abby had her birthday party that evening at 6:00 pm and we were exausted from the busy day. As we were driving back, about 35 minutes out of town, we received a phone call from my BIL, P.J.. He said that Tabitha's blood pressure was too high and the doctor was going to be inducing her that night. I couldn't believe it. She was only 36 weeks. I was kind of worried for them because I knew P. J. and Tabitha didn't really have a birthplan or a lot of knowledge about what happens at birth. I also know how some doctors/hospitals can be. I told them I would be praying for them and hung up the phone. When I hung up, My husband asked me if I wanted to fly out there. "of course I do, but it's to late, the plane ticket will be outrageous" He said maybe not not and we pulled over into a hotel area to try and get a internet signal.
Abby started to cry, she was sad at the thought of her mom and baby brother leaving. But I assured her that she was going to have lots of fun with daddy. I felt torn. I wanted to go, but I thought it would be just too much. Traveling with Josiah by myself, the cost of the ticket plus baggage, having to drive back and forth between Albuquerque and home.... No sleep, being away from my little girl and my husband. But Miguel told me that he really thought I should do this, my little sister needed her big sister and he knew that it also meant a lot to me.
So we did it. We bought a ticket. Turned around and dropped the kids back off at their grandparents house so they can sleep, left and went back home, packed (it is now 2 am) left home and drove two hours to get back to Albuquerque, pick up the kids, feed Josiah and left for the airport.
Said our goodbyes and then I was off by myself with my little man. I ended up missing my flight and had to wait two hours until the next flight.
I was hungry, I was tired. My son was full of energy. He was such a great little traveler, getting attention from guys and girls! I later found out that Abby ended up with the flu. She had high fevers and a horrible headache. She kept hitting her head because it hurt so bad. Daddy did his best and gave her medicine, but when all else fails, call grandma. My heart was sad, my body was tired. But as soon as I walked in the L&D room, I knew I needed to help my little sister. Her epi had worn off, P.J. was nervous and quiet. Josiah was in the waiting room with my family. I held Tabitha's hand and counted out each contraction, telling her to open her eyes and focus on my. I kept telling her that she was doing an amazing job, she was strong and doing this for her son. She blew through each pain. Several times I got choked up, my little sister was going to have a her first baby. I prayed that God would have His protecting hand on her and her son. It seemed as soon as I got there she began to progress! She went from 3cm to 6cm in matters of minutes.
In the end she delivered a perfect little boy. Julius Paul, weighing 4 lbs. 12 oz. and 18 inches long. He was breathing on his own. He has his dads nose, his moms mouth and a dimple in his right cheek. He was so tiny. I thanked God and praised Him in my heart. He is so good inspite of our wickedness.
The delivery did not go as well as I thought it should have. A lot of things happened on the Doctor's part that shouldn't have. I had to leave the room because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I was very upset, but in the end it was all okay.
Tabitha thanked me for being there and told me how helpful I was.
I love my family. I love knowing that I am close to them. I am thankful that I have a husband that wants me to be close to my family. God is good in every way.