While I slept, Heather's labor increased. She finally hit a wall at about 2am and things progressed rapidly. The midwife didn't even make it in time. The nurse on duty wasn't so sure that when Heather said she felt close, that she knew what she was talking about. They weren't able to call in time and a stand by doctor was called up to assist. This woman of mine is absolutely phenomenal. Using no drugs, which they say is rare among anglos, she had a quick natural birth. Honestly, she pushed about 5-6 times and voila. Out pops a lovely little cutie. I must admit, the 45 minutes or so that she was in intense labor was not a site for the squeamish and I am so thankful to have been born a man.
After the process, we got the little guy all cleaned up, signed off to deny Hep B and got him all swaddled up. This kid has a perfect body temp, great skin tone and color. He just is beautiful and so is his mom. I am in awe of God's creation and workmanship again. Becoming a father a second time, is just as amazing as the first time.
We are now cozy and settled in to our new room and waiting for our departure time, hopefully before sunset. Things are great. Heather is up moving around and is ready to order some breakfast.... and as a matter of fact, I am too.
Thanks for reading. I hope this little blog made you smile and brought you encouragement.
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