The Story of Baby Uriah

Uriah is our third child. We have Jacqueline who is 7, Joseph who is 4. And then there is Uriah…He was born June 16, 2015. We never imagined we would have a third. I really didn’t want ANY more children after the traumatic birth experience I had with Jacqueline (Jac for short). Just a month after she turned two I got pregnant with Joseph. I knew I wanted an unmedicated VBAC or vaginal birth after cesarean, but I was really nervous about the whole idea of it because it can be dangerous and there can be complications, but I desperately wanted to be able to be awake and in the moment. I got the VBAC I so desperately wanted, and it changed my outlook on childbirth and even life. It was a completely healing experience. I was convinced after that if I could have Jac’s pregnancy (which was lovely, and Joseph’s birth experience (because that big boy was miserable to carry for the last five weeks…especially since he went a week past his due date) that it would be the perfect pregnancy and delivery. But how often does perfect happen? The only thing about Joseph’s delivery was that it was super intense because it was so incredibly quick. From the time I woke up in the middle of the night to the time he was born was about 2 1/2 hours. I felt very out of it and out of control.

I was living with my parents while my husband was gone for extended business. My dad and I would watch television after the kids went to bed and one of the things he likes to watch is UFC. So one night we were watching a fight, and they called his name….”Urijah Faber”. I soon as I heard it I said to my daddy, “Like Uriah the Hittite. I like that name.” I immediately began thinking if the Lord gave me a little boy I would name him Uriah, and I told Him that. Uriah…I just love the sound of that name. Why Uriah? It means “light of Jehovah”. Uriah the Hittite was a great warrior. You can find the story of Uriah the Hittite in II Samuel 11. If you don’t know the story and you don’t own a Bible (if you do you should go read it because it’s too good not to read!) I’ll give you a quick overview. King David was supposed to be in battle. Instead he stayed behind, and one evening he went for a walk on his roof and saw a beautiful woman bathing. He sent for her knowing she was the wife of Uriah. He ended up getting Bath-sheba, the woman he saw bathing, pregnant from their encounter. Rather than face his sin, he called Uriah from the battle to “ask him how things were going”. While Uriah was home, David tried his best to get him to go home and sleep with his wife so that he would think the baby was his. David tried twice and even got Uriah drunk thinking he would surely do it then, but he was a man of great honor and would no go home to his wife knowing that his men could not do the same. “And Uriah said unto David, The ark, and Israel, and Judah, abide in tents; and my lord Joab, and the servants of my lord, are encamped in the open fields; shall I then go into mine house, to eat and to drink, and to lie with my wife? as thou livest, and as thy soul liveth, I will not do this thing.” II Samuel 11 Because of this, “And it came to pass in the morning, that David wrote a letter to Joab and sent it by the hand or Uriah. And he wrote in the letter saying, Set ye Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retire ye from him, that he may be smitten, and die.” II Samuel 15 So Uriah carried his own death letter and David ended up marrying Bath-sheba once the mourning period was over. David paid a great price for his sin against the Lord, but I am so taken by the story of Uriah who was faithful to the end to his king. He was a man of great honor. I pray that my son will be a man of great honor.

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We definitely had not planned on having a third mostly because my husband really didn’t want anymore children. (You know, it’s so rough on a man’s body. 😉 But he came home from his business trip and we found ourselves pregnant with, yep, baby number 3. I found out I was pregnant at 10 weeks. I really just thought I was super stressed and that was causing me to miss my period and make me tired. I was also a little concerned because I didn’t want my husband to be upset that I was pregnant. We talked about it. I cried. (Those hormones, you know.) He told me just to take a test so I did…

We didn’t really talk about a name at first. I had a feeling that it was going to be another boy, and I really wanted a boy because I wanted to name him Uriah. I was honestly scared that my husband was going to ask my what I wanted to name the baby because I didn’t want him to tell me “no”. So the day finally came around five months pregnant that he asked me the dreaded question, “So what are you thinking about for names?” I told took a deep break and looked at him and said, “Now don’t say anything, just listen.” Then I told him. He laughed. He actually laughed at me. He told him mom, she told me she didn’t like the name. I got mixed reactions with the name, but I didn’t care what anyone thought, because I liked it, and I pretty much gave him the name before he was even conceived. Joe, my husband, liked the name Paul. He said he’d compromise and let me name him Paul Uriah….Does that even sound right? Nope. I just couldn’t do it. I love the name Paul too (the Apostle Paul), but I really wanted his first name to be Uriah. With very little time left and no settlement on a name, though my husband vociferously opposed the name Uriah, I told my husband I would make a deal with him: If he would let me name him Uriah Paul and actually call him Uriah (I had to put that in there because my husband is super tricky like that) I would let him buy whatever motorcycle he wanted. It was settled…Pretty sure it was his plan all along, but I got what I wanted and on June 16, 2015 I went into labor. It was a beautiful labor. I woke up at my normal time around 5:30 a.m. and didn’t feel great. I had my cup of coffee and called my mom about 6:30 a.m. and asked her if she was going to be around that day “just in case”. She decided to take off. I even gave her a hard time about it because I didn’t think I would actually need her. Good thing she didn’t go to work because an hour later I was calling her to come and pick up the kids. Joe got ready and had his breakfast while I labored. We arrived at the hospital around 8:30 a.m. They checked me and I was 5 cm. An hour later they moved me to an actual room. My doctor went into surgery about an hour before I delivered, and I was honestly a little concerned he wouldn’t make it. Just as I was telling the nurses I didn’t think he would make it he walked through the door just in time for me to begin pushing. I started pushing. It was a horrible push, and I told everyone that it was a bad push. I looked at the clock and said to myself, “I’m getting him out before 11:30.” I did it! At 11:18 a.m. Uriah Paul Bouchard entered this world and changed my life again.

Uriah's first picture with Mommy and Daddy.
Uriah’s first picture with Mommy and Daddy.
Going home from the hospital.
Going home from the hospital.

He’s a precious little boy. He is by far the most relaxed, “chill” kid of all three. He’s surely a blessing, and I love him so much. I’m torn between him staying a tiny baby (which he isn’t any more) and watching him grow into an amazing young man. My little Uriah Roo. Combination of Jac’s easy pregnancy and Joseph’s birth but able to be in more control. I got what I had always wanted in a pregnancy and delivery. First off, I know that God allowed it to happen that way, but I was given tools that I hadn’t used in my previous pregnancies. I worked out or was active the whole time and ate well most of the time. Despite being healthier, I still gained about the same amount of weight. I always tell people I gain 40 lbs every time I’m pregnant. Jac I gained 39 lbs. Joseph I gained exactly 40 lbs. I gained 43 lbs with Uriah. Now even though I gained the same amount, my pregnancy was very different. It was good because breathing was easier. Moving was easier, and I avoided many of the aches and pains of pregnancy almost to the very end. I also didn’t have pregnancy insomnia. I slept very well with this pregnancy as opposed to the other two. Fitness changed my life in so many ways. I had always heard how much better a pregnancy would be with working out and eating well, but now I know it’s true. It’s also proven effective for the post partum period. I began working out regularly six weeks after having him once my doctor cleared me. It’s helped me get back to my “normal” more quickly than ever before. I cannot stress the importance of this for me physically as well as mentally.

Our first workout!
Our first workout!
So much love!
So much love!
Jac and Joseph just love their baby brother.
Jac and Joseph just love their baby brother.

Baby Uriah has been an incredible addition to our family. I couldn’t be happier with him. Sorry for the delay in blog posts, but I’ve been very busy now with our family of 5! I still can’t believe it. The Lord has blessed us so abundantly, and I’m so grateful for our little family.

 

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