I have no pictures as I labored 12 days ago.  I can see it in my mind though.  Just us. Brian and I.  Standing, swaying and Brian being so strong and encouraging to me.  He kept telling me I was doing good and that all was ok.  Every huge contraction I went through I asked how the baby’s heart rate was and he said GOOD every time, and it was good because of the position I was in.  I’m thankful.  God is good.

We hardly saw anyone from 7:30-8:47 pm…..

Labored alone….

there in our hospital room….

Brian kept me going.  A couple times I felt like I was gonna faint, he held me up, literally.  The pain was intense and truly didn’t let up much.  I had to stand for an hour, swaying back and fourth.  I had to stand so that the little guys heart rate wouldn’t go crazy.  My arms on his shoulders with every contraction.  He told me they never really went down.  I didn’t get a break in between them.  He stood with me the entire time!

He cooled me with ice from a nearby cup.  He was my hero.  I couldn’t have done it with out him.

I’m so thankful that God blessed me with such an amazing husband.  He’s such a hard worker, great partner in this life, and such a wonderful daddy who loves God above all else.