“He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.”
Isaiah 40:11
This verse held me together during labor. I knew God would be gentle to me.
I also reminded him that I was formed of dust.
“As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.”
Psalm 103:13&14
The photos below are placed in the order of them happening.
Transition. Feeling like labor would never come to an end, as if it would never crescendo, as if the urge to push would never be felt.
Squating/ leaning against the birthing tub. With this end of labor I felt a lot of pressure on my tailbone. There is no way I could've sat and placed any pressure on that area.
With my last birth my eyes must have been clenched shut because I do not remember him being placed on my chest. It really is a bummer because he was born encaul.
This birth however after his head emerged I watched the rest of his body being birthed.
Seeing him be born was amazing.
So Much Cleavage. Pregnancy boobs, am i right? Haha
God kept me present and grounded through my slow then fast labor.
My husband kept me sane. He was so selfless in his care for me. He ran off absolutely no sleep for two days.
