Thursday September 22nd, 2011 our son Micaiah was born! Even as I write this it’s still hard to believe. His due date wasn’t until October 8th so when my water broke at 3:25pm I was completely shocked. Not to mention I was standing in the busiest train station in Nagoya surround by at least 50 Japanese people who were looking at me, a very pregnant foreigner, who was wearing gray leggings and had a pool of water at my feet. I put on quite the show, I’m sure. And to the sweet Japanese lady who stopped to ask if I was okay and if I had a way to get to my clinic… I thank you. I wish I would have invited you to church so I could see you again and tell you thanks (and so that you could come to church). Instead of just staring at me you stopped to help, and I appreciate you.
Let’s start from the beginning of the day…
That Thursday started out early (like around 4:15am) our dear friends Nichole and Travis were visiting and staying at our house. The two of them, with Jared and a few other of our teammates were going up to Tokyo for the weekend to attend a pastor’s conference. They woke up at 4:15 to leave and because I had to go to the bathroom, I woke up too. Instead of going back to bed though, I decided to make some coffee and sit out on the balcony to watch the sunrise. It was a lovely day… and little did I know our son would decide to show up that day as well. Around 5 or so Jared headed off to Tokyo. (All that week Jared and I had been joking around saying, “I sure hope I don’t have the baby while you’re in Tokyo!”) Very funny.

Sunrise on Micaiah's Birthday
I needed to go to the clinic for an appointment that morning anyway so around 8:45 I headed off to the clinic. Since I had planned on running a bunch of errands I decided to buy an “all-day” subway pass to save money instead of using my usual subway pass. I only went to two of those places but now I have a subway pass that has the date Micaiah was born on it!
At 9:15 I arrived at my clinic. The day before, on Wednesday, there had been a typhoon so no one was really out and about which meant that on Thursday the clinic was packed! At the clinic you don’t make appointments you just show up, get a number, and wait your turn. It had only been open 15 minutes and I was number 19. It was going to be a long wait… it’s a good thing I had taken my “Natural Childbirth Book” with me. I read four chapters out of that book that morning and all of it came in handy that evening when I was in labor! Also, my friend Noriko was at the clinic that morning as well (her due date was this past Tuesday). As we chatted about having our babies I asked her if she had been having contractions or anything and she said, “No, how about you?” and I said, “No, but my due date isn’t for three more weeks so I probably won’t be having him for a while.” Little did I know…
(Noriko came to the clinic this past Tuesday, her due date, and saw my picture up on the board downstairs and she came up to my room to visit me. The first thing she said was, “I was so surprised that you had your baby!” to which I replied, “Not a surprised as I was!”)

Our family picture they gave us at the clinic
While waiting three hours to see the doctor I talked with Noriko, texted Jared off and on, and read my book. During this time every so often I would have a sharp pain in my abdomen but didn’t think much of it. During my check-up the doctor asked me if my stomach hurt, he didn’t use the word for contractions though, he just asked me if my stomach hurt, which it didn’t right that second so I replied, “No.” At that time I still didn’t think anything was really going on and the doctor didn’t use the words I would have thought he would use had I been dilated or anything. But before I left he said, “I want you to come in on Saturday morning and I want you to be the first one I see.” “That’s strange,” I thought, considering he’d always just said things like “Come back sometime next week.” Thinking that something must have gotten lost in translation (literally) I asked a nurse, and the lady at the reception desk what was going on and both of them just told me that the doctor wanted me to come back on Saturday. So I left the clinic… thinking I would go back on Saturday.
It was already 1:00pm by this time so I went across the street, had lunch, and then prepared to go to Nagoya station for a meeting I had at 3:30 that afternoon. Throughout this time I continued having strong pains in my abdomen but thought maybe they were from the coffee I drank earlier in the day. Plus, I could walk through them and I had always thought that if I was having contractions I would have to sit down or something.
When I arrived at Nagoya station at 3:00pm I went outside to get some fresh air and googled “What do contractions feel like?” That’s when I thought… maybe I am having contractions, but I can’t be yet, Jared is in Tokyo and it’s still three weeks until my due date! After that I decided to call my friend Erin and ask her what contractions feel like. She explained what they feel like and reassured me that some women have them and then they go away and come back in a few weeks. While talking with Erin I had made it to the big gold clock, a popular spot in Nagoya station to meet people at. Erin and I had just said “Bye” and that was it. My water broke. Not just a little… like a huge gush. Like on the movie “Baby Mama” it was just like that. I said, “ERIN! My water just broke!” I don’t remember what she said after that but we decided that she would come pick me up from the train station and take me to the clinic. During this time everyone was staring at me and I was freaking out a little bit. Here’s where that sweet Japanese girl entered the picture and told me to not worry about cleaning it up. So… I ran outside and waited by the taxi’s until Erin arrived. 5 minutes later Emily, who I was meeting, arrived at the gold clock and called me to ask where I was. I told her I was out by the taxi’s because my water broke. She came out and waited with me and rode to the clinic with Erin and I. It made me feel better though, because by the time Emily arrived at the gold clock she said she didn’t notice water on the floor or anything so someone must have cleaned it up already. (Probably that awesome girl had gone and told someone what had happened.)

Here's where my water broke (there weren't as many people at the time but... you get the picture)
So there I was waiting by the taxi’s with Emily. By this time my contractions had gotten closer together but weren’t hurting too bad yet. I couldn’t get a hold of Jared because he was in a meeting so I sent him a text that simply said, “My water broke.” Upon receiving the message he quickly left the meeting, hopped in a taxi to Tokyo station and took the next bullet train back to Nagoya (about an hour and a half ride).

The text message I sent Jared...
Traffic was crazy so by the time Erin got to the station it was about 4:15. I looked up the word for “water breaking” in Japanese and called my clinic and told them what happened. I bet Dr. Shibata was surprised when I showed back up that day. I remember asking Erin in the car, “Do you think they’ll send me home?” and she said, “No, I think you’re going to have your baby today.” Hearing that I freaked out a little bit (again).
Around 5:00pm I arrived at the clinic and they immediately took me into the LDR room and gave me my gown to put on. Erin coached me through my contractions, which were becoming much more frequent and intense, and the nurse told me I was at 4cm at that point. Jared arrived at the clinic around 6:30… I was so thankful he made it! When he arrived Erin left (or so I thought).
Jared did an absolutely FABULOUS job coaching me through my contractions and by 9:00 or so I was at 9cm. Everything was happening so fast.

They brought me dinner while I was sitting in bed (I had to stop eating every few minutes to have a contraction) I remember the food being good though!
Like I said, I thought Erin had left, but she was out in the waiting room texting the girls on our team and giving them the play-by-play. She’s such a wonderful friend! Brigette and Nichole were in Tokyo, Erin was in Nagoya, and Megan and Caitlin were in Osaka so the girls were literally spread out all over Japan and keeping up with the happenings in my room via text message. The next day Erin showed me their group texting session and it almost made me cry… I love you girls!
I feel like the contractions were the most painful part (at least there towards the end). I thought they were more painful than the pushing itself. And then of course Micaiah actually coming out was painful, too. But, like my mom told me repeatedly, “When you hear that baby cry, you forget about the pain.” Well, I didn’t forget about the pain but I was way more excited about him actually being here then I was thinking about how much pain I was just in. Thinking back, I just feel like it all happened so fast, it’s been just over a week but it’s still hard to believe sometimes.

Micaiah John Henke born on September 22nd, 2011 at 10:21pm weighing 6 lbs. 8 oz. 18.5 in. long
I definitely wouldn’t describe my labor and delivery as “painless” but I would describe it as do-able. In Japan, epidurals are rare and at my clinic they can’t do them. For having a baby naturally, it hurt, but at least now I know that it’s do-able.

One of Micaiah's first pictures!
Having a baby is crazy stuff but I’m so grateful for my clinic and the wonderful people there. I’m also thankful for Jared and my teammates taking such good care of me… giving me advice, lending me books, and just encouraging me throughout my pregnancy. Jared, Micaiah, and I are truly blessed.

Our family
We thank God everyday for this little blessing He has entrusted us with. Since Micaiah was born two and a half weeks early the doctor said he has a “thin throat,” because of this he sometimes makes squeaky noises and has trouble spitting up. My first day in the clinic (Friday) while I was receiving my complementary hand and foot massage (like I said, my clinic is awesome) Micaiah started choking on his saliva and turning purple. I quickly pushed the nurse call button but when the nurse said, “What happened?” I realized that I didn’t know how to say “He’s choking” in Japanese. Thankfully, the massage lady told the nurse what happened and she quickly came up and got him. Micaiah is fine, but that experience the first day made me sit down and have a serious talk with God that night. I pretty much just told Him that I didn’t know what I was doing and that I couldn’t take care of Micaiah without His help. Like I said, we’re thankful God has entrusted us with this precious gift, but I constantly need to remind myself that he’s not just ours… He’s Gods. And no matter what happens God is in control and taking care of everything. Since having Micaiah I am reminded often of scriptures about not worrying, God being in control, and parent/child relationships in the Bible. One that I went back and read the other night was the story of Hannah and Samuel in 1 Samuel 1-2. In verses 27 and 28 Hannah says, “I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD.” This scripture really touched me because it’s what I want for Micaiah. I want to do the best job I can at being his mom but ultimately I’m not in control… God is.

Jared and I prayed daily for Micaiah and we’re thankful he’s here. Our prayer now is for wisdom in raising him well and that he would become a man who loves God.
So… that’s the story of Micaiah’s birthday. As you can tell, it was a crazy day. Now every time I’m in Nagoya station (which is often) I’ll always remember that time my water broke by the big gold clock… and I can’t wait to tell Micaiah about it someday.