*que dramatic pause*
*this is where everyone starts cheering and falling on their knees declaring there is in fact a God and that miracles still happen*
You have no idea what a relief it is to type those words. After being late to his own party by 14 days, I was beginning to think that my uterus had gone on permanent strike. Thankfully God intervened.
Meet our little Emmett Dane, born with a loud howl and scream on Wednesday, March 6. Now this is the part where I am suppose to launch into a long dramatic monologue about what exact minute contractions started and what songs were on my Labor Playlist and just exactly how hard I squeeze Husband's leg during each push.
But to be quite honest, I just don't have it in me yet. Also we have some pretty sweet, G-rated birth photos coming from the world's greatest photographer and we can't start without those now can we?! Oh and did I mention I'm tired and sore and holyshmoley nobody told me how bad stitches suck?!?
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Speaking of stitches.
Most of you probably know that I have been pretty pumped about having a home birth since my mom let me attend several of her's many years ago. I wanted to have our baby in our own cozy house, crawl into our own cozy bed after labor and spend my whole recovery cuddling our own cozy baby.
Well. You know how they say we make our plans and God laughs?! I feel like the hours following Emmett's birth were just that. And since a lot people have been asking why I'm in a hospital bed in photos and wondering just what transpired this past week, I thought I would give you the cliff's notes on the ordeal.
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Right after I pushed Emmett out -- all 9 pounds, 10 ounces and 22 inches of him -- everything fell apart. I became a gushing puddle of blood and within 20 minutes I was being whisked out the door on a stretcher, sans Husband and my brand new baby. In the emergency room, I was stitched on for an hour with more stitches than the doctor could count and after trying to stand up and passing out before my legs were under me, I was sent to my own private recovery room for the night. Or rather what was left of it at 4 o'clock in the morning. Three blood transfusions and about 47 various needle pokes later, we finally came home.
Oh. I should mention that my squishy baby did arrive at the hospital while I was being stitched up and wearing a 3 month monkey sleeper no less. Oh my aching lady parts.
Now I am not posting this to have anyone advise me on the evils of homebirth or just how I should have laid off the conversation hearts back in February. My current state of hormones just isn't ready for that. Rather I share because God is amazing and always good and completely sovereign in our lives as we bumble along trying to make choices that are right for our families.
The doctor pulled my mom aside the next day and told her that I had lost 2/3 of my blood through the whole ordeal. My hemoglobin was dipped down to 5 and she said it was a good thing I lived five blocks from the hospital because she wasn't sure I would have made it if I lived any further away.
So tonight I'm thankful.
Thankful for my baby that's next to me and sleeping soundly to the dull roar of his sleep sheep.
Thankful for my mom and dad that rushed to our house in record time to take care of Emmett right after he was born when his mom and dad couldn't be there.
Thankful for the prayers of so many friends who didn't even know what was going on.
Thankful for meals that keep showing up at our door.
Thankful for sisters who have been here every.single.day changing diapers and washing dishes and putting in about a million loads of spit-up-crusted-clothes.
Thankful for my best friend in the whole world that stands next to me as life throws us one curveball after another. And I am getting to watch him become an expert diaper-changer and every girl knows that's in it's own category of Awesomeness.
But most of all I'm thankful that for the tender mercies of God that keep showing themselves in our lives. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world.
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Now some Emmett awesomeness. . . because we all know that's really what you are here for anyway.