After watching, waiting, more waiting and wondering at the purpose and plan in those nineteen days of post-due-date waiting, he came. We had opted to help labor along, with the guidance of our midwife, and once things finally kicked into gear around midnight, labor was hard. I had joked with friends about my enormous waistline, 43 inches was my girth this time around, the hugest leap in measure I had ever had. Afterwards I joked that epidurals were made for big babies but, alas, there is none to be found while birthing at home. I am pretty small when not pregnant and this novelty of watching my belly expand as never before made me scan the screen carefully those last weeks of watching to see that all was well within. Just one baby, the kind technician consoled me.
After two hours of good laboring with our oldest daughter encouraging me and Sean ever present - I kept begging him not to leave me and he kept promising he wouldn't - and telling myself all I needed to do was breath and God would take care of the rest, and imagining myself standing in the big pines up at our old camp on the banks of the creek, watching the children play below and Sean fishing and me holding this new one, my breaths the winds, and keeping that golden tidbit of verse," the Lord stood beside me and strengthened me" close to heart, and then pushing, never having had to work at pushing before, and thinking that if I ever were disemboweled, it must feel like this (smile) our fifth son was born on our bed.
"Relief" is not strong enough a word but it certainly covers some measure of what I felt following this delivery and we are so, so thankful that he came safely.
We have named our son Levi Joshua and when Sean read the scale, I laughed, and thought he was joking. Levi weighed ten pounds and measures 22.5 inches long, sweet boy. We're all smitten with him and are settling (so happily) into life as a family of ten.
Just a few photos from the next morning - we're still in recovery/lack of sleep/ all day cuddling mode...