They broke Rachels water at 1:00, they checked her out at 2 ish and then decided to check her again at 5:30. If you have been reading this blog, you know what a problem that would have been! (Hello, I’m here to check you out… who’s this?) Any way, around 4:30-4:45, Rachel calmly asked the Nurse if they could check her out and tell her how far along she was. That was my 6cm got to go help my wife now blog entry.
Then Rachel got up and walked through 4 excruciating contractions. Then she got back in the bed, at my request. One contraction later she called for the nurse. She came in (Rachel was at the Pah Pah Pah’s at this point), and said, “we better get the doctor, this baby is coming! The doctor barely got in before Rachel couldn’t keep from pushing. He then said, “Go ahead and push.” A few minuets later, after a small cut, and Hannah came into the world.
Wow… Every time I see my wife go through this, I’m reminded how strong she is. Not only can she put up with me, she can give birth to babies! (Now the debate can begin as to which is more painful!)
Lydia has had her first look at her new sister. She’s still in denial, I think! I asked where Hannah was, and she pointed at Rachel’s belly and started saying, “Hannah, Bebe!” She’ll learn! It must be tough to have your mom’s full attention for so long, and then have an intruder start moving in. Even as I type she’s starting to accept her… It’s kind of wild to see. She just leaned over, moved her hand to Hannah’s tummy, and said “dikle, dikle, dikle!” I think it’ll work out fine!
Thank you for all your prayers, this was faster and more painful (for Rachel, not me… I just sat around and played on the computer!), and Jesus was here. Just ask Rachel!