May 4
It's taken me a while to get my thoughts together about the first few days of February. It was a wild ride.
I guess it begins with the nine months of preparation, physically, emotionally and around the homestead. We nested pretty hard in the baby's room (a room she has only spent about 2 hours in during the first 3 months of her life). We read books, slept late and had childbirth classes with our friends D. and Corrie and the doula Corrine.
We were in labor for about 48 hours before the baby came. It was pretty rough. I found it hard to watch Sarah go through the contractions but I still wished they would hurry up and get stronger and more often.
She wanted so badly to have a drug-free natural childbirth (in a hospital, no doubt, we're not that crazy) that you can imagine the disappointment we felt after two days of labor when we found out the baby was breached and would have to be C-Sectioned immediately.
The surgery was uneventful, except for when I looked over the blue curtain and saw the doctor stick his hands inside Sarah's abdomen and pull out a tiny butt.
After that, we were parents.
