Faith & Life

“What to Expect When You’re Expecting… or NOT”

July 23, 2013 • By

V__B0C4            My first attempt at our blog flopped—my contribution to the perspectives of Tessa somehow was lost in cyber world. So here goes round two!

Until June 30, I had had a pretty basic pregnancy. No risk factors for complications. No scares. Normal sickness. Until then, the book What to Expect When You’re Expecting was pretty accurate for me…

Justin had been away for almost 2 weeks. The entirety of his trip, I worried that something was going to happen with my baby while daddy was too far away. As the days passed without event, I convinced myself that I was crazy… On the 30th, I picked Justin up from the airport in the early evening, just 2 hours later the “fake contractions” I had been having morphed into something else. They came about every 5 minutes and didn’t go away, and my back hurt. That was different. The ER nurse in me balked at the thought of going to the hospital only to be sent home after finding nothing amiss. Later, with influence of my family the doctor was called and I ended up at the hospital on the other end of the needles. Within a few hours, we found that I was probably having a partial abruption. This would have been much less exciting, but I was already well dilated and effaced. We spent the night waiting to see what my body would do—it decided it was time to have a baby. My labor was quick. Less than 3 hours after they broke my water, I was babyless. Its times like that night that I can’t decide if I wished I knew less about the complications of having a baby early. Every time the doctor stated what she found in her exam, my heart raced knowing that everything she said pointed to having a premature baby- not what I expected.

The 10 minutes prior to Tessa’s arrival are a whirlwind to me. I opened my eyes to find the room that had been occupied by only Justin, my mom, our wonderful labor nurse, and me was suddenly teeming with people- 14 to be exact. I didn’t realize how thankful I would be for the skills of the team tucked into the corner- the neonatal resuscitation team. When my baby arrived, there was no cry, no offer for daddy to cut the cord, no tossing a screaming, slimy newborn onto mommy’s chest. My baby made no effort to breathe on arrival. I saw her only when the doctor raised her into my line of vision as he passed her to the people who would save her life. Soon they whisked her out of my room to the neonatal intensive care unit after one more quick glance. It would be four days before I held my tiny baby- not what I expected.

That began our journey to and through the NICU. Our journey there was incredibly short compared to most; still, it is an adventure all would prefer to forego. Over the next 4 days, Tessa would be intubated to be placed on the ventilator 3 times, experienced CPAP breathing, be placed on bili lights for her jaundice, be poked for numerous tests, and the list goes on. My heart broke every time she attempted to cry on the vent. The tube infringed on her vocal chords, so the cries were silent- just a red, sad, little face. But, I won’t forget the way her tiny head turned towards Justin when he spoke to her the day she arrived: she knew her daddy’s voice. I learned so much about tiny people while we were in the NICU. I learned what a roller coaster it is to have your baby there. All the while, God placed special, special nurses in my life to care for my daughter. Two ladies in particular cared for Tessa and became my friends- Page was part of the team who resuscitated Tessa initially and Ashley worked nights and fell in love with Tessa. As we spent hours together, I learned that both ladies loved Jesus- allowing them to truly love my daughter. I will always be thankful for them- they were certainly not what I expected.

It took Tessa a few days to “catch up to her life.” On the 10th, she came off all her breathing assistance. The next goal became gaining weight in order to go home. As soon as Tessa figured out the breathing thing, she did so well eating we were able to convince the doctor to allow us to come home on July 13th. All the details and ways God provided for us would make this post way longer than it already is… So, I will close with the thought that helped me be tough and mostly calm. That first day, with tears coming down my face as I looked at the tiny baby that had been inside of me, the only response I had for the nurse speaking to me was “there is a God in heaven who knew all this.” With each set back, God still knew. While the end of my pregnancy and a NICU stay was far from what I expected, God, in His rich mercy, was intimately acquainted with each detail.


Faith & Life

Did Eve Think Topless Was Modest?

July 18, 2013 • By

Did Eve think going topless was a good idea? Most people would immediately think this a dumb question, as it is quite obvious from Genesis 3 that Adam and Eve were naked and without shame. But I’m not asking about Eve before the Fall. After her eyes were opened and she realized her shame, did she still think that going topless was a good call? Consider Genesis 3:7, “and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves loin coverings.” I’m no fashion expert, but loin coverings don’t bring about the connotation of upper body coverings to me. Continuing on into verse 21 we read, “The LORD God made garments of skin for Adam and his wife, and clothed them.” The implication is that Adam and Eve only felt compelled to cover their genitalia, and God came behind them, correcting their error by making more appropriate clothing.

Why is this worth considering? From literally the very moment that humanity fell, their judgment became forever scarred, even in matters that seem the most self-evident. I mean, how many people really think that women walking around topless is a good idea? Of course, Times Square has the “naked cowboy” and his counterpart, the “naked cowgirl”, but it doesn’t take a great deal of sense to realize that categorizing him as an anomaly is being generous. I digress. The point is you should not trust yourself because your judgment is just as broken as Eve’s was! How often do we fail to live our lives in light of the truths we profess?

While most Christians would agree that the Fall dealt every aspect of humanity a devastating blow of brokenness in every aspect of being, very few act upon this truth. Ask yourself, ‘when is the last time I asked a peer or older saint to critique my judgment so that I could avoid the error of putting too much trust in my fallen intellect?’ More importantly, when is the last time you consciously asked God to direct your thinking through the day in issues that seem like minutia? Psalm 127 rings true, “Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.” Unless you commit your thinking and your judgments to the Lord, they are in vain. Certainly it is not exciting to think of ourselves as this fallible. But then again, when did excitement become the judge of the truthfulness of a claim? Today I challenge myself, and my fellow brothers and sisters to embrace our fallenness, for without this embrace, we cannot embrace our healing. We love to proclaim the greatness of our rational faculties, yet we often overlook the Biblical teaching regarding them. Consider Romans 12:2, “do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” The need for renewal of mind is simply assumed, but do we even acknowledge it? Did Eve think going topless was a good idea? Perhaps the better question is which of your judgments have not been brought before your Creator prior to your acting upon them.

Faith & Life

A New Journey: Baby Tessa

July 15, 2013 • By


14 days ago, a journey started that we knew was coming; but, we thought we had a little more time before it began. To inaugurate our joint blog, Justin and I would like to share the story of our daughter, Tessa. We’ve decided to take turns sharing our perspectives of the last few weeks.

“Going in Different Directions”

After nearly 2 weeks of study at Biola University, I departed from campus at 6:15 am on Sunday, June 30 for LAX. My final flight arrived in Indianapolis at 6:30; Emily picked me up, and took me home to her freshly prepared Barbeque Chicken. After dinner, she asked me to clean up, claiming that she wasn’t feeling well. An hour later she was calling her mom, 3 hours later she was calling her OB doc. At 11:20, we arrived at the hospital. By 5:20 her contractions had calmed a bit, and I was able to close my eyes for the first time in nearly 24 hours. 2 hours later, I was up and preparing for the most drastic change my short life has known. I won’t go into great detail about the actual delivery; however, being a bedside supporter of my wife who refused the epidural, easily ranks as the most intense experience of my life. On her 4th set of pushes, we had a baby. she is one tough chic!

“Bye Bye Baby”

After popping out blue, Tessa proceeded to make zero attempt to breathe. We had 14 medical professionals in the room for delivery, and our baby was quickly whisked away to some other special unit they called the “NICU.” Of course, I didn’t know what this meant, but I figured it was something like the hospital equivalent of transitioning from AM radio to 1080p HD television. The following 13 days brought a flood of new terms, new problems, new people, but most importantly, new realization of just how merciful our God has been to us.

“I’ll Fly Away! Oh Glory, I’ll Fly Away!”

I’m driven by goals and deadlines. The main premise to departing from the NICU is that timelines don’t exist. Our last 13 days have thus felt like a giant time warp. The beauty of 16+ hours per day at the hospital with nurses working 12 hour shifts is the establishment of new relationships. After about 3 days, Tessa’s urgent needs were resolved and it became a mere waiting game for her lungs to develop and her weight gain to reach acceptable levels. While waiting, we met Sierra (a young black girl committed to spending time with her baby each day), Paige and Ashley (outstanding nurses that told us of their faith in Christ as we began to share ours), Jon (a technology geek who works for Avon schools), and Jesus (who showed me that Psalm 127 has a lot more to say than just the blessings of children). We really didn’t suffer much at all (if any), but God’s goodness was so evident. I’m so thankful that he allowed me to be home before Em went in to labor. I’m so thankful that our baby is healthy after being delivered over a month early. I’m so thankful that my wife is healthy after suffering a partial abruption. I’m so thankful for Christian nurses shaping the culture of St. Vincent’s NICU through excellent nursing care. Most of all, I’m thankful for Jesus, who died for the wretched sinner currently typing, as well as the one he helped to create. God is good, and his love endures forever.