He said he understood and supported me so if next week was it then we’d be ready for next week. Nothing stands out in my mind about the rest of the day. Blessed by God, such a wonderful and amazing God we have.
As soon as he said that I relaxed; just completely relaxed with no timeline in my head. After dinner and the girls bedtime routine (our 4 and 2-year-old), hubby and I sat down to watch a movie. Hubby cleaned up a bit and joined us in bed after putting the girls back to sleep. I can’t get over how fast it all went; and how intense it was. He was my biggest baby weighing 8 pounds and 6 ounces, and a whopping 21.5 inches long.
We did not know the sex of the baby or an exact “due date”.
Although yes, it was empowering, that is not at all why I do it.
At certain points the surges were pushing me to the point of pain, almost breaking me. As we go into the toilet closet hubby holds my hands and squats in front of me while I lower myself down. All over this wonderful, supportive, patient, kind man.
I’d whimper and ask for help, and I’d feel God there, holding me up where I was faltering in my strength.
I do my pregnancies, and births, and babies this way because this is the choice my husband and I confidently make for our family.
This was my third pregnancy, second unassisted birth, first unassisted pregnancy.