the longest 60

While I lie on the table, Darren put on Zach's first diaper...And got some snuggle time with his son.Much more painful than the 6 minutes to see him, was the 60 until I got to hold that sweet baby boy.

Because while we were all smiles, cuddles, and giggles on our side of the curtain, there was much more seriousness on the other.During the routine c-section delivery and putting me all back together, Dr H. discovered something. Something he’d seen maybe once before in his twenty plus years of delivering babies both here and in his field mission work.

My bladder had fused with my uterus. Likely, it occurred during my body’s recovery after delivering Reece. We don’t know what problems it was causing, or what problems were to come. We just knew it wasn’t right or good and needed to be fixed.

And since no one expected it to be where it was or like it was, they cut a slit in it when they were getting my little guy out. Um, yeah, a cut bladder, not a very good or sanitary thing. A few more folks joined the clean up crew both to observe the phenomenon and to help. But, they got me repositioned, sewed up, and back together. (Feeling a little like Humpty Dumpty now.)

That was the last piece of the puzzle. There was a problem inside my body that needed to be fixed. That was why every decision during this labor and delivery, even when contrary to our plan and my hopes, seemed clear and obvious.

While I didn’t have this baby the way God designed for women to give birth, I had this baby exactly the way God planned for me to. Such a perfect reminder of God’s plan and provision for us. And, I’m so thankful that I didn’t fight harder for what I had planned for over what felt so clear.

After all, I had thanked God for each and every day for this life He put inside, not knowing what the next day would bring. I trusted Him, and I’m thankful we trusted Him here too.

So after the longest 60 minutes and an important repair job by Dr. H and his team, I got to hold my baby boy.They wheeled us down the hallway to our next spot.

Yes, the dramatic, cliff-hanging posts end here. To some, the remaining posts may be boring, but not to me. Every moment of this day was precious to me, and every part of his birth something I will store in my heart forever.