Yesterday, at 8:00 am, we induced labor with Isabella. At 11:26am, she was born into the arms of my doctor who had run in the door just in time. Her mother and grandmother watched her arrival, and stood by my side as the doctor cut the cord and wiped her face. She was placed into the arms of her mother as her father came in the room. There were mere moments between her exit from the warmth of my womb until her placement into the loving arms of her mother. I watched her mother and father hold her, somehow together, as the tears flowed down their cheeks. My heart almost burst with the beauty I had been priveleged to see. Isabella, their living miracle, is nine pounds, eight ounces of perfect, chubby, pink baby. She is the answer to prayer. She is the doorway to happiness. She is beautiful and has the awesomest black mohawk I have ever seen ;)
I held her today, and told her I loved her, and kissed her forehead. I left her where she belongs, and came home to my children where I belong.
I am overwrought with emotion today. My hormones are changing, my uterus is cramping, and my organs are trying to figure out where they should be. I feel good. I am waiting for the milk to come in so I can enjoy a few days of smelling like cabbage and stuffing my bra with frozen peas (it is totally fun).
I am as happy as can be. Isabella is perfect. She is in the arms of her family
I am home with my family. Isabella is with her family. My heart is full of love. My mind is full of peace. A living miracle has arrived on the earth- what greater cause to rejoice could there be?