|They kept two IV's in me until just before I left the hospital, so they wouldn't have to stick me again...|
- The hours of praying through the night that baby's heartbeat would stay good so there would be no C-section needed.
- The divine intervention that kept me in pain in just the right spots to help move baby's head into the right place. (Even though I was frustrated beyond belief that I was still in pain WITH an epidural.)
- The sweet spirits I felt enter the room right when I thought I would burst with worry and overwhelm due to the oxygen I was on and the hyperventilating I was doing in an attempt to get baby all the oxygen he needed.
- The 9 attempts at getting my IV in that left me bruised and nervous-- and the sweet nurse who was so upset about it saying "This is all you're going to remember, when all you wanted was a nice home birth!"
- The calm and kind nurse-midwife who was willing to wait patiently for our boys arrival-- more patiently than I was willing to wait through most of the experience!
- My midwife, Sue, who showed up JUST when I needed her to put cool cloths on my forehead and give me words of encouragement. (I don't know how I would have survived the nurse change right as things got hairy!)
- How I pushed for less than 10 minutes, determined to get baby out and in my arms at last!
- How scary it was afterward to realize how LITTLE ambiotic fluid my poor little guy was trying to swim in!
- How bad I felt when I realized that I was birthing without pain, but that my little one had to do a lot of work on his own WITHOUT pain relief.
- How I felt EVERYTHING while pushing-- the epidural blocked nothing.
- The lesson I learned about facing fears with faith. The Lord's plans are ALWAYS better than our own! If only I had trusted Him...
And now for some pictures:
|Me on oxygen-- trying to stay positive!|
|First Davydd picture, covered in green vernix-- poor guy!|
|Meeting the whole family!|
|Alls well that ends well.|