Dear little one, new to this earth,
Your sweet eyes sparkle with mirth.
Dear little one, new to this place,
Your little form speaks of God’s grace.
We were blessed with our third girl, our fifth child, yesterday morning at 6:42. Earlier that morning, my wife woke me at two o’clock telling me something apparently important, but the gist of which I could not fully comprehend. I had gone to bed at midnight after scratching out a blog post, so initially, I selfishly desired to return to sleep. When my cognitive gears began to grab, I realized my very lovely and alert wife was telling me her water broke. Time and babies wait for no one.
I then calmly freaked out and went into wild-eyed daddy mode, kicking it into high gear. Then I got out of bed. Fortunately, we live within ten minutes of the only regional hospital in Northeastern Nevada. My wife is like a packing ninja. She had pretty much everything packed in advance, so all we had to do was throw it all in the car, get in and burn rubber.
…[T]he contractions began intensifying, making me cringe and silently stand in wonder, once again, that my wife hasn’t suffocated me in my sleep out of reprisal.
Once at the hospital, checked in, and in the birthing room, the contractions began intensifying, making me cringe and silently stand in wonder, once again, that my wife hasn’t suffocated me in my sleep out of reprisal. She is amazing and God is good. As some-what detailed above, the duration from the time her water broke to the miraculous moment of sweet delivery was a grand total of four hours and forty-two minutes.