I again struggled with the medical profession throughout my pregnancy, but still had an uneventful nine months. As early labor started and stopped on and off for two weeks, I came to a place of peace about the possibility of delivering in the hospital, if necessary. I had never before felt comfortable with that prospect, but prayed that God will give me joy in this delivery, wherever it took place.
For the first time, we had an ultrasound with this pregnancy, at which time they confirmed my suspicions that baby was a girl! Since I had already parted with most of our baby things, it was so fun to be able to buy pink instead of green and yellow like we had for the first three babies.
At my last appointment, 40 weeks, 1 day, the nurse-midwife confirmed baby was in good position and ready for delivery "any day now". She talked about plans for what would happen if I got to 41 weeks, but I told her we weren't going there yet. I went to a maternity photo shoot with Ben and the kiddos, another first for this pregnancy. I enjoyed marking this time in my life and hers.
After sleeping a couple hours that night, I woke up with more consistent contractions. About 4 am I was convinced this was it and made the calls to summon my support team. Everyone arrived between 5:50 and 6:15 and Little Miss (our second A) made her arrival at 7:07am. R was so excited to finally meet her little sister. She adapted very quickly to holding her and caring for Little Miss.
What joy and happiness this day brought...including dinner prepared, delivered and served by my brother-in-law, Jonathan H. Yumm!
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