A miracle

A long 39 weeks came and went. Seemed like forever… each day passed with joy, worry, aches & pains, hope and more hope. A hope for a healthy, normal baby with ten fingers and ten toes. With a strong heart and other things that we take for granted.. sometimes. This day was especially special. For a long time, we wanted things to happen. Happen naturally- you know? Labor, the GOOD stuff. But, because we live 2 hours away we opted for an induction. Yes.. we can relax now. No surprises, no water breaking at WalMart (at 5pm), no 3am drive to the hospital. No delivering in the car. Ready or not, Tuesday is THE day. We arrived bright and early, checked in (very much like a hotel), and settled in the ACTION room. Much more spacious than the Holiday Inn Express we stayed the night before. Wow.. this is nice ; ) As I settled in the hospital gown, I took a few minutes to document the room: My ‘home’ for the next few/ many hours, where it all happened.

Hooked up and monitored.Checked the weather (of course). Reading a magazine, while I still can.

Just a few to keep me company. Plus my pregnancy journal to keep records.

The start of many contractions.

Ok… many hours later (sparing the gory details) we were blessed with a healthy baby boy. Just like that. After months on rolls, jabs, nudges, small kicks, and stretches, we met our miracle.

While all the action was happening, Big sister, Cat paced the floor outside and FINALLY heard a cry. She said it took FOREVER. All 40 or so minutes.

But, they finally met. She can’t believe he’s here. She said over and over again.

Here, she’s suiting up to give little C his first bath.

All cleaned up. He might not like the look but he’s perfect.

I couldn’t have done it without: (1) My one and only, Don. (2) My other miracle baby, Cat. (3) The excellent UK OB staff. AND (4) All the prayers and support from all over the world, near and far.

So much LOVE for this little miracle. He is SO blessed. And so are we.

Welcome, my sweet baby.

{ xo }