After 6 hours of labor with my second child, our nurse ran in our room and told me to get up on my hands and knees. There was an urgency in her voice that instilled fear in my heart and caused Jesse & my mom to jump. She told me to hurry and lay on my right side. Then left side. Then hands and knees again.
She scrambled with the heart monitor and then said the words that made me feel like I was crumbling into a million pieces. “Lindsey, we’ve lost your son’s heartbeat.”
Tears rolled down my cheek. All I could do was desperately plead with God to not take our baby home. Our midwife and 4 nurses rushed in frantically, broke my water and attached a monitor directly onto Saxon’s head. I’ll always remember that moment of waiting, completely helpless, and realizing that everything I have is under God’s control. He gives and He takes away.
