I'll just get this confession out of the way right now:
I am a birth junkie.
I love the experience of birth - whether I am giving birth, participating by giving labor support or merely an observer through a television set (Baby Story anyone?) - I am fascinated by what a miracle it is.
Last night hubby and I had the opportunity to remember what an actual date was with tickets to see an awesome ballet. We've had the tickets for six weeks, and the sitter booked for a month. We were going out with a group of friends and we were looking forward to it.
BUT, my dear friend Erin has been pregnant for much longer than all of that. And for her last three births, my friend Ashley and I have had the honor to
let her husband take a nap support her in labor and witness the births of her babies.
So, hubby went with our friends to the ballet, and I went to Erin's side.
Did I mention that she was planning a home birth? Oh, and a water birth.
Although it was a rough five hours of hard labor for Erin, I loved being by her side. I rubbed shoulders, I rubbed feet, put pressure on her back and knees and when it was time to push, I supported one of her legs.
Slightly before 10 p.m. last night, after a whole four minutes of pushing, we welcomed sweet little Caroline into the world.
After both Erin's hubby Dave and her mom Marilyn were offered the honor of cutting the cord and declined, Ashley and I
fought to the death were honored to share the scissors and cut little Caroline free from her cord. That was a first for me!
What a miracle!