Today was an incredible day. One of my Coffee Girls was being induced today and last week she casually mentioned that if we wanted to come to the hospital for the birth, she’d be cool with that. I had never (EVER) even considered being present when someone else gives birth. It’s not that I was opposed to it, it’s just that I hadn’t considered it. Yet, as soon as she said that, I knew I wanted to be there.
Her husband’s parents brought their oldest son over this morning to hang out with us on their way to the hospital and there wasn’t yet an update on how she was progressing. Around 4:20, her Sister sent me a text message saying they were going to have her start pushing around 4:30. I called Big Daddy, he rushed home to be with the kids and I waited at the door for him. I got to the hospital at 4:35, just as she was about to start pushing. Within ten minutes, her sweet baby girl was here.
Ya’ll, I am rarely speechless. Today, I was overcome with so much joy in watching this baby be born that I had no words. She was so beautiful and so perfect. I was holding my breath as she was delivered and I don’t think I took another breath until she was resting in her Mommy’s arms.
I have had two babies of my own but because of circumstances with the deliveries, I didn’t get to watch them be born as much as I got to agonize, sweat and scream while everyone else enjoyed the Miracle of Life. I get it. I get what people are saying when they talk about it. I never did before today. Holy moly. I still can’t get over it. I’m so thankful I got to experience this today.
One of our dear friends is an OB here at the base hospital. He’s an amazing man with a passion for his calling. When he talks about his job, he uses the word “miracle” often. What a miracle it is each time a child is even conceived, much less born. I’ve had some dear friends who have experienced such incredible loss in this miracle process in the last year and my heart breaks for them every day. I pray for their healing and comfort. I am at a stage in my own life where I am surrounded by friends who are rejoicing at this Miracle of Life as well as friends who are grieving It’s loss. I am amazed by the strength of both.
As I stood there today with my sweet friend and her beautiful baby, I couldn’t help but stop to say a prayer for the women I love just as much who are still hurting and broken from their loss. My heart was both heavy and delighted at the same time. I’m still sitting here thinking about it all…obviously. The thing I know for sure is that the baby that was born today was no less a miracle than the ones who were lost. And, God’s love is just as strong for the Mom I stood beside of today as with the ones whose tears have yet to dry for their precious babies. This Miracle of Life is an amazing one. I’m trying very hard to stop taking it for granted.