Introducing Prince Geody: My [Unplanned] Natural Birth Experience
I can’t believe I’m writing another introductory piece. I loved writing the one about my firstborn, Autum Eve. If you missed it, click here to read the full blog.
Well, today is a special day because it marks one month since we welcomed our second born, Geody Hamilton Aseda Ekow Da’Cruz.
Yes, I know you’re probably thinking his name is super long and you’re absolutely correct. It’s long for a very valid reason. So, I’ll give you a little background about his name, but unlike the blog I wrote about Autumn Eve, this one doesn’t focus on how and why we named him this, but rather the birthing experience.
A lot of people have asked how to pronounce his name. My response: spell out loud G-O-D. That’s how you pronounce Geody. It’s also kind of like Geo plus Jody. Every time we say his name, it’s a reminder that God is present. That God is with us and in us. It’s a reminder for me that just as I can call on my son, I can call on God.
And – boy, did I need to call on God during the birthing experience. But, before I get to that, let me finish his name.
Hamilton is Dominique’s great grandfather’s name. He was a wealth builder and one of the first people in the family to own multiple brownstones in prime areas in Harlem.
Aseda in my country (Ghana) means gratitude or thanksgiving in Fante.
Ekow means Thursday born. In my culture, you are named by the days of the week
And of course our last name.
Now, I’ve had some time to reflect on how everything unfolded on November 30th, 2017 – the day Prince Geody was born. I must inform you that, we had two false alarms prior. Meaning, Dominique and I went to the hospital twice expecting to come home with our son to no avail.
But, on that November 30th morning, approximately 2:00 AM, I began to feel contractions. Sharp ones. By 2:30 AM, I started tracking the contractions and they were occurring every 5 to 6 minutes. By 3:00 AM, they were occurring every 3 minutes. I had given Dominique a shove in the bed, but with two false alarms prior to that moment, he had no urgency to get up. It took him a minute to realize that this really could be it, so he quickly got Autumn Eve ready while I called a family friend to inform them that we had to drop off Autumn Eve and head to the hospital.
I reached our friends house by 4:00 AM and was at the hospital by 4:30 AM. By the time I finished being admitted, it was after 5:00 AM. By the time a midwife checked my dilation in triage perhaps around 5:30 AM, I was already 6 centimeters dilated. Up until that point, I had been in pre-labor for 2 weeks stuck at 2 centimeters. So, at that point, it was very clear that baby was on his way.
I told the nurse while being reeled into the delivery room that I terribly needed and matter of fact, requested an epidural. She calmly informed me that this would not be possible until I had at least 1 liter of IV in my system. While this may of been the case, I found myself repeatedly reminding her that I needed an epidural. Although they called the anesthesiologist, both the nurse and anesthesiologist told me yet again that an epidural would not be possible because my contractions were too painful to keep me still.
I freaked out. Bursted our crying. For a minute, I swore I met face-to-face with death. (No, I am not being dramatic. Ask any pregnant woman who did not plan for a natural birth).
The nurse checked my dilation again and I was at 9 centimeters. Before I knew it, she told me it was time to push. She went from nurse Christina to coach Christina. She grabbed my left hand really tight, Dominique grabbed the other and then Christina gave me a serious pep talk about how we were going to make this happen.
I have never felt such excruciating pain in my life. No words can describe it. But even in the mist of the pain, I had another spiritual awakening as I do with all my birthing experiences.
For the first time in my life, I experienced what it meant “to be made in the likeness” of God. I mean, how could I have possibly delivered a 8 pound 14 oz human in 16 minutes otherwise?
In life, we often declare things we don’t actually believe or understand in totality. That is, until we are forced to live it out. Would you agree? We say things that we rarely have any connection to. We grow up thinking we understand our mother’s until we become mother’s ourselves. We grow up thinking we understand the bills our parents have to manage, until we start paying for bills ourselves. Married couples don’t understand “until death do us part” until they have to overcome something that breaches their martial vows like a cheating spouse.
Why was this such a groundbreaking revelation for me? It seemed like right around the ending of my pregnancy, I started experiencing a lot of different breakdowns. Take for example with our company. I knew I needed to transition certain team members out and gain new ones in order to grow to our next level. I knew I needed to restructure certain systems, bring on additional accounts, audit others, etc, etc, but for some time I started to feel like things were becoming increasingly overwhelming and impossible because of so many unexpected hold ups to say the least.
But, literally, after delivering Prince Geody, I started receiving emails I’d been waiting for, for months with good news. Team members that I didn’t want to necessarily fire, but I knew had exhausted their potential within the company started transitioning themselves. A major partnership I’d been working on for months came to fruition. Truly it felt like the Red Sea had parted and I was able to walk into my next harvest experience.
It was at that point that I realized that I was blocking my own blessings by having fear and doubt. Giving birth to Prince Geody was truly a great physical achievement, but even more so spiritually.
It awakened the G-O-D in me that I lost touch with somewhere along this journey.
My question to you as we enter into a New Year is this: What are you declaring and delivering for your life this season?