As you already know, my honey live-blogged TheFinalist’s birth. It was one heck of a party with a smashing total of 56 comments! While y’all were partying in one way, I was partying in quite another!
Here I was the day before.
What stands out to me at this point is how much pain I was in. We were stir crazy enough that Matt took us to Subway to kill time after that whole to-do list was completed. I sat on the porch that evening crying, praying and visiting with Matt to keep my fears at bay and my sanity intact. We talked about how pretty the sky was that evening and about the impending storms of two different kinds. We talked of the beautiful clouds and about how we still couldn’t see past our apprehensions and doctor’s orders of the next day to the joy that would be our newest blessing. As I sat crying about IVs, epidurals, and catheters he asked me, in complete seriousness if I was having a Garden of Gethsemene moment. I knew to receive my blessing I would not be able to avoid my cup. We dwelt on the verses 2 friends gave to us: Be still and know that He is God. And to remember that He does not give to us a spirit of timidity, but of power, of love, and of self-discipline. He pointed to the time and suggested we try to remember the 5 o’clock hour of this day when were looking at another clock with the same time 24 hours from then. And to try to envision the child we would be holding.
