Also, I'd like to reiterate that this is our story with our thoughts and feelings attached. Parenting is tough, and it begins before your beautiful babe is brought forth into this world. All parents have to make choices concerning prenatal care and delivery. I think it's safe to say that 98% of parents want what's best for their children and would never intentionally do something harmful to their kids. Will and I chose to go with an all-natural route. Just because we chose that path and think it is the best one for our family, does not in any way mean we think you are wrong for choosing a different path. This is no place for the Mommy Wars; I simply want to tell our story.
Friday, June 6th.
|Friday morning- all smiles at this point!|
|Just before leaving home|
|I saw this post on Facebook a week or so after I came home and burst into tears. All of those people were thinking about us and praying for us, and we had no idea.|
|I think I was only smiling at this point because I knew a baby HAD to come today, one way or the other.|
|I really thought I was smiling when this was taken. Ha.|
Later I learned the doctor had to reach inside me from the, um, other end, and push the baby up out of the birth canal. At least all my pushing had done something.
You know how in the movies when someone wakes up from surgery and it’s all hazy and someone else has to say their name over and over before they really come to consciousness? Well, for me, it was like someone snapped his fingers and that was it; I was awake.
|If that's not a face of pure joy, I don't know what is.|
|Jonah's first close-up|