The reason I have been absent from the blogosphere lately is because I have been pulling double shifts of hospital duty. I had the blessing Wednesday of witnessing the birth of my goddaughter! I know it's terribly cliche, but it truly is miraculous and amazing. It also was a lot of hurry up and wait throughout the day! We started at 4:30 am to get to the hospital and have B induced, and then we waited, breathed through contractions, waited, breathed through the epidural, rested, waited, breathed through contractions, waited, breathed through contractions, rested, waited, waited, and waited, and then it was time to push! Only 30 minutes of killer pain and breathless pushing and we had ourselves a beautiful baby girl! While I have seen my fair share of The Baby Story, the last time I saw a full on shot of a birth was in 9th grade in health class watching The Miracle of Birth. Let's just say that 10 years ago I wasn't diggin' the scene, but this time around it was awe-some. Truly amazing!
Since the birth B & K have dubbed me their personal doula, and quite frankly, I love it! I do swaddling lessons, tips on all kinds of things, baby watch so they can rest, and nursing consults. I'd say that if my "season of ministry" ends prematurely, I could be a doula as an alternative.
I am off to sit and stare at this beautiful baby girl.
1 comment:
What a blessing.
There is at least one aspcet of the peace of God that I think is perfectly refected in that quiet space you find when you hold a newborn baby.
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