My Flower Child

Friday was Olen’s birthday. He wanted a joint birthday party with Daisy...

...so that's what I gave him.

I saw my Nurse Midwife on Thursday and she said to get ready. The contractions hit on Thursday evening and I went to bed to rest up. Water broke at 12:30 Friday morning and Olen and I hurried off to the hospital with bags thrown in the back seat and kids still sleeping in their beds. Daisy was born only three very quick hours later perfect and chubby as can be.

The only thing that could make this story completely perfect would be having my mom there holding my hand, but she and Daddio were out of town so I had to be the brave girl she taught me to be. I know she wanted to be there too, but life moves on its own schedule and I could feel their prayers with me instead. However, there were two things that made this birth experience semi-perfect; the first was my Nurse Midwife. Never have I had such personal attention by a medical provider who genuinely cared about my comfort and well-being.

Secondly was the epidural. Yeah, cheesey and I’ll spare you details, but it was so needed. I had my first two births without an epidural, or “naturally” as they say, because I knew I could do it and I wanted to be able to say I had been there and done that. Now that I’ve been there, I won’t be doing that again without one.

When Daisy was laid on my tummy taking her first confused breaths and trying to adjust to the light, I was totally in the moment. My mind and body were right there and the world stopped as I finally met the person who liked to squat on my bladder and kick my ribs and I fell totally in love.

Special Thank-you to: Haskel and Valerie, for being our home-base and keeping our kids safe and happy. Wendy Hall CNM, for her level head and tender heart. Katie Mae, for keeping our fish alive and mailbox empty. And to Olen, for never letting go of my hand.