A Beautiful Birth

Once upon a time, somewhere around 4 in the morning, my phone starting ringing on the table next to my bed.  I fumbled with the cord and the screen to answer--my brain wasn't fully awake yet. 

"I'm not sure if this is really it, but something is going on.  SOMETHING is definitely happening." 

I jumped in my car and got to their house while most of the world was still sleeping (or at least most of Knoxville).  It was dark outside and the stars were shining.  Something was definitely happening.  Mama labored and rested and relaxed until the sun peeked over the horizon.  As she stood on her back porch swaying and rocking, the day began around her; neighbors were getting in their cars and going to work, while she prepared to meet her baby. 

Settled at the hospital with wonderful nurses to care for her, her labor continued to progress, though perhaps it was slower than she wanted it to go.  But mama was a rockstar and kept on rocking, swaying, and moaning her way to complete.  The strength in her pushes moved baby every time and around 1:15 in the afternoon, mama held her baby in her arms. 

Mama was amazing.  She listened to her body, she moved to the rhythm of the contractions, she took one contraction at a time and even when the going got rough and it seemed like the end would never come, she kept going.  She rocked that birthing thing!  It was truly a beautiful birth. 

And now somewhere across town, a new family of three is settling in for the night with hugs and kisses and sweet baby's breath.   I would wish them sweet dreams, but I'm pretty sure that precious little boy will want to eat around 2 AM.  :)

Thank you, thank you for letting me be part of the story of your baby's birth day.  I loved every minute and think you are an incredible team.  Watching you work together to welcome your baby was the best part of my day.  Congratulations to you both!  And welcome earthside, little man!

~Rebekah