One of the defining aspects of this summer has been my sister's pregnancy. We've marveled at her changing body, discussed minute details of baby care, swam in lakes on sweltering hot days, mulled over the set-up of the nursery, and, of course, tried in vain to imagine what the birth would be like. Since Little C was delivered via emergency c-section while I was feverish and drugged, I don't really feel like I "gave birth," and therefore felt ill-prepared to help her get ready. But since natural birth is a passion of mine, and she and her husband had heard positive reports from friends on the use of a doula, they asked if I would join them at the hospital for their child's birth. And so on Saturday I was honored and thrilled beyond words to attend the birth of my first nephew, a beautiful and healthy 9 lb. little boy. It was a very difficult labor, 36 hours of back labor, 19 of which were hard labor, but my sister and her husband were an amazing team, and she handled it all so beautifully. It was so incredible to be there and assist them in whatever way I could. Mostly I helped by providing counter-pressure to her lower back, wiping her face with cold washcloths, and repeating "It's almost over, honey" and "What a beautiful day to be born! Just think about holding that little boy!" ad nauseam. Watching my sister go deep into herself for the final stages of pushing is an experience I will never forget. When that baby emerged at 7:49 pm, it was nothing short of a miracle.
So that's my big excuse for being absent from this space for the past number of days! That, and the fact that we're moving (Yes! Everything worked out with the house! Thanks for your prayers!) and in the middle of a family reunion. But more on all that later... For now, I'm just basking in the baby glow! :)