In any case, seeing her round with the promise of a baby boy was more emotional than I anticipated. I left her Friday afternoon, after a long walk at Wash Park, telling her I loved her and that I knew she would be really good at this mom business. I found myself crying though I'm not one to cry. The next time I saw her was at 7:15 am Monday morning, sitting like a Buddha in a birthing room at Rose, breathing through a contraction. I just wanted to stop and check in before work. I was her (self-proclaimed) Paula AbDOULA. But when it came down to it, I just faked tennis strokes to the sound of the heart beat monitor and asked if twists would help HRR move in to the right position.
I've had the distinct honor of watching two births in my lifetime. Though I didn't see HRR officially come in to this world, I was happy to share the moments of anticipation and the following joy that came with the sheer presence of him. It really is awesome and lovely. Congrats to N & E. You both do nice work!WELCOME HRR. I'm so glad you made it! You are now part of the clan and have five great cousins to share this life with - Enjoy!