Molly Jane Gonzalez was born April 6th, 2013 at 12:55 p.m. weighing 8 lbs. 12 oz. I went into the hospital that morning around 9 a.m. Rob and I got all checked in and then Dr. Brown came in and broke my water and then I started on the pictocine drip. I had the anesthesiologist come in a give me an ephidural. We turned on General Conference and I tried to get comfortable. That wasn't working so well because the contractions were coming so hard and fast and I could feel everything. I had the anesthesiologist come back three times to get me where I could handle the pain. By that time I was ready to push. I seem to remember doing about 10 sets of three pushes each and Molly was out. By far the easiest delivery, the fastest and the most painful. She came out very healthy and pink. She swallow some blood coming out so they sucked her nose and throat out and kept an eye on her for a while after. We then moved to our recovery room and spent some time just Rob, Molly and I getting to know each other.
Visitors came, my mom brought Jackson and Parker to meet Molly. I will never forget the look on Jackson's face as he came into the room. It was better than any Christmas morning. He was reverent, excited and tender all in one. He kept asking me if we could take her home. Parker had just woken up from a nap and was a little disoriented, but excited to have his baby sister out of moms tummy.
The next two days were spent with Molly and I in the hospital. We had lots of visitors and my stay was relatively normal. My last night there I was getting ready for bed and my throat started to itch. I didn't really think much of it, I just thought it was allergies. I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn't sleep because my throat itched so bad. As the night progressed I stared to feel as though my throat was closing off and I was talking really funny. I called the nurse and she came in and we both were concerned because it kept getting worse and now I felt like I was having a hard time breathing. I was given a couple doses of beneadryl but that wasn't working. The doctors tried about 4 or 5 different medications on me and nothing seemed to work. At one point I had 7 doctors and nurses in my room staring at me not knowing what to do. I was on oxygen and had a IV of steriods running through me. With all this going on I asked one of my nurses if there was anyone that could give me a blessing. It had been 2-3 hours of doctors trying different drugs on me and none of them were working great. My throat was still pretty swollen, luckily I was starting to breathe a little easier, but I was scared and didn't know what else to try. It was about 4 am and I got a knock on my door and in walked two gentlemen that said they were there to give me a blessing. I can't even begin to tell you the power that walked though those doors. It was a literal power that I felt as those brethren walked in with the ability to exercise their Priesthood. I have never been happier to have someone come and visit me in the hospital as I was that night. I knew that medicine wasn't going to be enough to help me- I NEEDED the healing power of the priesthood. Those gentle spirits put their hands on my head and anointed me with the healing oil and proceeded to give me a blessing. In that blessing the Lord promised me that I would be healed completely and that my body would return to functioning as it was meant to. I was told that the Lord was aware of my circumstance and he was there to help. After the blessing was over I shook the hands of those two guarding angles and thanked them. They left my room and I knew that everything would be fine. I was able to get a couple hours of sleep in the early morning and then the day started. I called Rob that morning and told him what had happened- up to that point I had been very strong, but on the phone I just lost it. I cried and cried, I was emotionally and physically exhausted. I had just had a baby and a reaction to who knows what. I was so grateful to be still be here and be able to breathe. We left the hospital that day after I was discharged and looked over time and again. I think that I had an allergic reaction to IB Prophen. I also think that that was what caused my two year chronic hives. I was taking it pretty much daily along with 3 zyrtec and they seemed to be combating with each other in my body. I was sent home from the hospital with and epi-pin and NO IB Prophen. I have to admit the next couple weeks recovery were a little rough on the pain scale, but tylenol does take the edge off.
Most importantly I am ok, Molly was born healthy and strong and my already strong testimony of the healing power of the priesthood was strengthened yet again. Every time I give birth there is a literal miracle, not only the miracle of receiving this special spirit from heaven, but a miracle in preserving my life. I would not be here to raise these children if it wasn't for modern medicine.
Molly has been an absolute joy to have in our home. She is a calm, happy baby. She adores her brothers and smiles the biggest for them. She is so patient with the smothering love she receives. I am always amazed at how fast time goes by with a newborn baby.
We love you dearly Molly Jane and are so blessed to have you in our family!
