Roselyn’s Homebirth


The Homebirth of Caleb Ryan

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The Birth Story of Caleb Ryan

On September 13th, I had my 39 week appointment with Cindi. First I saw Larissa and she took one look at me and said, “This is the first time I can actually say Amanda you are done being pregnant. You have that look.” Yes, yes, I was ready to have this baby, but little Caleb had an agenda of his own and I was just waiting it out to let things happen on his time. She adjusted me and then I was called in to see Cindi. The appointment was just as ordinary as the rest. She asked me if I wanted her to check me for dilation, but I most definitely did not because I did not want any false hopes. As I was getting ready to leave, she told me that she thought a massage or acupuncture would be perfect for me as she felt I was starting to overthink everything hindering my abilities to go into labor and that would probably enough to make it happen.
I called my husband upon leaving Cindi’s office and told him what she said. When he finally got off of work that evening, he was so excited and eager to meet his son that he drew me a nice warm bath with lavender bubble bath, lit some candles and put on relaxing music. He helped me get in and left me to go put our daughter to bed and to allow me time to just be. It was amazing and with that I had mild contractions, so of course I started to get excited, but did not want to get too excited. Alas, nothing happened and they faded out and Friday came.
With nothing happening and feeling like I was going to be pregnant forever, on Saturday, I took Cindi’s advice. I went and got a massage and pedicure. Before the massage therapist was even done, I was having consistent contractions and thought for sure my little boy would be here before the weekend was over. Boy was I wrong.
On Sunday evening, I was crying my eyes out and feeling sorry for myself that I was still pregnant and would have to return to work on Monday morning. I whined to my husband about how all I wanted was to not be pregnant anymore and heaven forbid I would go to work and my water would break there. That just could not happen to me. He sat next to me on the couch and touched my arm gently and told me to relax and quit worrying about it. He said, “You won’t be going to work tomorrow, I just know it, so relax.”
A fellow GBO momma told me that the day/night that I would go into labor would be different and out of the ordinary. I was not quite sure what she meant until the early hours of Monday morning.
Around 0245, I woke up, shook my husband and told him that our daughter was in the room. He, of course, responded with, “No she’s not go back to sleep.” I was insistent she was and sure enough she was on his side of the bed, which had never happened before. He got up and took her back to bed. He decided to stay in there with her so that we all could rest since we had to be up shortly anyways.
I laid in bed, a minute, reflecting on the night of sleep that I had, which did not feel like much only to realize that my vivid dreams of contractions and yelling at my husband in the dreams, was me actually having contractions, but sleeping through them. Once I realized such, I couldn’t sleep anymore, so I went to check on Will and Aspyn to make sure they were both back to sleep. Like every pregnant woman does when they are up, I decided to use the restroom while I was over there by her room. A feeling came over me, so I texted Will saying that today would be the day. I had a bit of brown discharge as I wiped, but just went about my business. As I walked back into our bedroom, my water broke. I was so excited yet so frustrated because it broke on the carpet. Mind you we have a split floor plan house, so I am screaming from the kitchen trying to wake up Will, so he can get me a towel and help me clean up. Finally, he heard me and rushes to my side. I get all cleaned up and text Cindi and Nicole, our photographer.
Next thing you know, my husband goes into OCD mode and is cleaning like no other. Cindi told me to rest, so I tried, but I was just too excited that we would meet our son today and I was finally getting the VBAC that I had dreamed about since I had our daughter almost two years prior. Around 0700, Will took Aspyn to daycare and I alerted our oncall babysitter in the event we would need her later on. Cindi kept periodically checking on me and told me that if I was not having consistent contractions by 1500, that she would need me to come into the office for monitoring. As soon as she said that, I As soon as she said that, I got my tennis shoes on and we went for a jaunt around the neighborhood because there was no way I was going anywhere in a vehicle that amount of distance.
By 1430, I was having to really concentrate on contractions and had tears in my eyes. Will decided to call Cindi and she said she would be on her way shortly. We went and picked up Aspyn and that was the longest car ride of my life. It hurt so bad to sit in that seat and I knew in my heart I was getting close.
We arrived back home just before 1500 and Cindi showed up shortly after. Next thing you know, she has me doing lunges on the stairs with each contraction. After that, I got to get in the shower and sit in there for a bit. Then I was on the toilet, then on the floor leaning over my exercise ball and that is where I started to transition. I was shaking and throwing up. Not glamorous, but that was a tall tale sign that my body was working.
Finally, she told Will to fill up the birthing pool. That was the best thing ever, but it stalled contractions, so it was short lived. I recall spending the majority of my laboring time on the toilet. Yes, how awkward, but it was by far, the most comfortable until Cindi insisted I put my feet up on the two pots that she had Will bring in to help. I fought her with each contraction.
After hours had passed and there was still no baby, I started to get extremely discouraged. I kept telling everyone that they were lying to me and that I was not even close to having a baby, so Cindi checked me to see where I was at. This was the only time she checked me and sure enough I was just about fully dialated I just needed to trust in my body to do what it was meant to do. Back to the toilet I went to help gravity work with finishing the dilation of my cervix.
I was so tired and started to lose sight of what was important. Cindi had me lay down in bed, but I fought with that too because it hurt very badly. Cindi finally let me get up and I started to give up. I told her I could not do this anymore. She looked at me and in a stearn voice said, “Ok, that’s fine, I will take you to the hospital and we will just let them cut the baby out.” That was all I needed. A little bit of tough love. Nothing could stop me and I regained my focus and at that moment realized I was going to accomplish the vbac that I so badly wanted!
From that moment on, I did what I needed to do and next thing I knew; there I was on all fours, on our bedroom floor, birthing our son. At 2044, Caleb Ryan Tyra made his grand entrance into this world with daddy catching him and handing him to me as I turned over to hold my sweet boy. He was absolutely perfect in every way. My hbac was the most rewarding, yet hardest thing I have ever done in life. I would not trade it for the world and would do it all over again no questions asked.
Here is the link to the video of the birth courtesy of Nicole Jade Photography.

The Birth of Lillian Faye

Tucker Williams Homebirth Story

Tucker Williams – A Home Birth Story

Most of the people who read my blog already know this, but I’m very happy to announce that our Baby Boy was born on Saturday, February 4th at 6:01 am, weighing in at 9 lbs, 8 oz, and measuring 21 1/4″ long.  I think I mentioned here before that we were going to do a home birth, so I thought I’d start out by talking about why we chose that. Let me first say that I have nothing against hospitals, or having babies in the hospital.  However, what I do have a problem with is how alot of hospitals treat women who are in labor, especially women who choose to labor naturally, with no drugs, and no intervention (unless necessary, of course).  I feel that if a woman has a low risk pregnancy, and there are no signs that anything is going wrong during delivery, she should be able to labor the way she wants to, without having to fight for it. With Kendall’s birth, I had a hospital birth, but used the midwife that was on staff.  Overall, everything was fine, but they did end up using a vacuum to get her out.  At the time, I thought that was a necessary intervention, but now I’m not so sure.  I just can’t help but wonder if I had her in a birthing center or at home if everything would have been fine.  Yes, I had a midwife, but she was a hospital employee, and I’m sure she had to follow hospital protocol.  Of course, I’ll never know for sure, but I do wonder. Cami’s birth was something entirely different.  I didn’t have a midwife, but my doctor was supposedly “natural friendly” (although she did a couple of things during the late stages of my pregnancy that weren’t so natural), and when I showed her my birth plan, she was fine with everything on it.  She did suggest that I take it to the hospital before the birth, to give the nurses a head’s up on everything I expected.  I went in for a non-stress test and took the birth plan, and the nurses there said they were fine with everything.  However, when I went to the hospital during very hard labor, the nurse I had wasn’t fine with my birth plan, and we literally had to fight with her to not hook me up to the IV, not have me strapped to the monitor, etc.  The last thing you want to do during hard labor is fight for something you thought would be fine.  For what it’s worth, this particular nurse had a bad reputation, so if I had a different nurse, my whole experience would have been different.  But I had her, so I really look back at Cami’s birth with not so pleasant thoughts. As far as home birth goes, I never wanted to do one.  I didn’t think there was anything wrong with them – I just didn’t feel that home birth was for me.  It wasn’t until I was complaining to Megan about Cami’s birth that I even considered doing a home birth.  And that was because Megan (who loves her epidurals!) suggested I do one.  She said that if she didn’t want the epidural, she wouldn’t go to the hospital.  That really got me thinking – Why do I go to the hospital? I still wasn’t necessarily leaning towards home birth.  I was thinking more of going to a birthing center. When I found out I was pregnant in California, I started looking up midwives in Florida, and if there were any birthing centers near where we would be moving.  I found a midwife, but couldn’t really figure out if there was a birthing center. Once we moved here, we talked with the midwife and found out that she was opening a birthing center, hopefully in January of 2012.  That would mean that we could birth there if we wanted to, but I was unsure if the birthing center would be up and running by then.  So we just decided to go ahead and plan for the home birth. So that’s the background.  Now let’s get to the actual birth story… A couple weeks before my due date, Grant had to go out of town for work, two weeks in a row.  The first week he was gone, my mom came and stayed here for a couple of days.  The second week he was gone, the girls and I went to Pensacola to stay with my parents.  That was just to make it easier on me, since I was so close to my due date (February 4).  That second week, while I was in Pensacola, I went to Wal-Mart.  As you know, Wal-Mart is huge, and I felt every step that I took in that store.  After that, I started feeling all sorts of “stuff” that kind of freaked me out.  I did not want to have this baby while Grant was on the other side of the country.  Obviously, it turned out to be nothing, and once he was home, I felt more at ease.  I still felt “stuff” and even started having contractions every now and then, but nothing ever progressed.  This was so different than how it was with either of the girls.  With them, I didn’t feel anything until the day I went into labor – and that was past my due date, so I knew that it was the real thing.  All of this stuff that was happening now was before my due date, and I never knew what it all meant. All day long on Friday, February 3, I sewed.  I could.not.stop.sewing!  Grant’s mom was here watching the girls, so I just holed up in my sewing room and sewed, sewed, sewed!  My plan was to make Valentine’s Day pillows for our couch, and I was only going to finish what I had started earlier in the week, but I just kept going, making 4 pillows altogether.  I wanted to finish so I could clean up the room, because that was the room we were going to set up the birthing tub in.  Oh, how I wished I would’ve just stopped at 2 pillows, or even 3!  But it was that fourth pillow that did me in.  When I finally finished with it, I was too exhausted to clean up the room.

We had dinner, and after dinner, Grant randomly got the camera out to take pictures of my ginormous baby!  That ended up being so providential, though.  We’ve hardly taken any pictures of my belly throughout this pregnancy (sorry, Tucker), so it was cool that he thought to do this, without knowing that I would be going into labor in just a few hours!

After we put the girls to bed, Grant and I watched a movie.  I noticed around 8:15 or 8:30 that I was having contractions, but since I had been having some here and there, I didn’t really think too much of them.  Also, they weren’t really defined – I couldn’t tell when they started and stopped.  But they kept going.  So after about 45 minutes, I told Grant, “By the way, I’ve been having contractions for the past 45 minutes.”  Then I fell asleep on the couch, while Grant kept watching the movie.  Woke up about 30-45 minutes later, and noticed that I was still having those weird, running-all-together contractions.  I decided that if the baby was coming, I should probably go to bed to get some real sleep.  So we both got to bed around 10:30.  I noticed that once I laid down, they were becoming more defined.  I stayed awake for two of them, and told Grant when they started and stopped.  But none of these contractions had been painful, so I still didn’t know if this was a false alarm. Went to sleep, and then woke up around 1:45 am with a painful contraction.  I got up to go to the bathroom, and noticed that there was a little blood.  This was it!  I decided to let Grant get some sleep, and I’d go clean up that stupid sewing room, so we could get the tub set up.  Dumb, dumb, Valentine’s pillows! Well, the contractions were painful enough, and coming very close together that I couldn’t really focus on cleaning up the room.  And I didn’t wait long to wake Grant up.  I woke him up at 2:00.  When I started telling him how often the contractions were coming, he just kept saying, “What?!  Another one already?!”  So we also didn’t wait long to call the midwife.  She lives about an hour away, so we figured the sooner, the better.  We called her around 2:30.

Grant diligently cleaned up the sewing room, and started setting up the tub.  It had to be inflated, and then filled with water.  Right as he was about to hook the hose up to a sink, the midwife and her team of 3 other people arrived.  This was about 3:45 or so, and my contractions were hurting.  The team quickly started filling the tub with water.




At one point Grant asked if I wanted to go walk outside, which I did.  So we walked for a couple minutes, and I apologized for leaving that room for him to clean up.  He just kept telling me to forget about it, because it was done now and the tub was set up. It wasn’t too long before I started getting antsy to get in the tub.  Even though I had never wanted to do a home birth, one thing I was always curious about was laboring in water – even with Kendall’s birth – but was never able to do it.  I really just wanted to know if it made a difference in my comfort level.  The tub wasn’t filled up yet, but I asked Cindi if I could get in.  She said yes, and they would just continue to fill the tub once I was in it.

I did feel relief when I got in the water.  Not total relief, but more of an overall comfort.  The contractions still hurt, but in between contractions, I was much more comfortable.  It was in the tub that I started to feel the urge to push.  I pushed a couple of times, then told Grant that maybe he should go get the girls up.  Kendall had been insistent on seeing the baby come out.  Given how early in the morning it was, I was hesitant to wake her up, but I knew that she would have been disappointed if she missed it.  I didn’t know how she was going to react to seeing me in pain, but I wanted to give her the chance to be there.  So he got the girls up.  This was around 4:45 or 5:00.


When the girls came into the room, I was so happy to see them!  And they were so excited, too.  They had huge smiles on their faces, and were just so happy.  Cindi suggested a few weeks ago that if the girls were going to be there during the birth, I should probably prep them by letting them watch some home birth videos.  I did that, and their response was mixed – sometimes they seemed scared, other times they were interested, other times they were happy…so I didn’t really know how it would go.  They were great the whole time, though!  Excited and happy and ready to meet their baby brother.  They never once got scared – I was so proud of them!  They may have also been excited to be able to color on the lining of the tub.




I stayed in the tub for a while longer, pushing every now and then.  I reached a point where I felt like I had been doing a lot of work, but couldn’t really feel the baby moving down, so I got extremely negative.  I started saying outloud that the baby wasn’t coming, he was stuck, etc.  I said these things alot.  It was almost like a chant.  Everyone was encouraging me that those things weren’t true, but I just knew they were! At one point during the pushing, Cindi told me she thought my water broke, because there was some blood in the water that came out during a push.  That gave me hope, but again, I couldn’t feel him moving down, so it was back to being Negative Nancy! Because I got so negative, Cindi said that she would give me a few more pushes, but then I would probably need to get out.  I didn’t care if I actually gave birth in the tub or not, so I was fine with getting out.  So we moved to the bed that was in that room.  I pushed a few times.  At one point, she pointed out that she could see the head while I was pushing.  I didn’t believe her, so I asked Grant if that was true (I’m telling you – Negative Nancy!).  He felt pressured to tell me the right answer, but breathed a sigh of relief during the next push when he actually did see something, so he emphatically said, “Yes!  I can see it!” While I was pushing on the bed, Cindi told me that I wasn’t pushing the right way – I was focusing more in my neck, instead of my bottom.  So she wanted me to sit on the toilet, to get the feel of pushing in the right spot.  So we moved to our bathroom.  I only pushed a few times there before we moved to our bedroom. Cindi told me to squat, and brought out a stool for me to prop one foot up on.  She said that would encourage the baby to move down more during my pushing.



A couple of minutes later, my water actually broke.  So it never broke in the water, like she originally thought.  Once the water broke, I definitely could feel him moving down, and I knew it would be soon.  Sure enough, during one of the pushes, I felt his head come out.  We had talked before the birth about who would catch him, and it was decided that Grant would.  So Grant had his hands ready, and once the head was out, he supported it.  With the next push, the rest of him came out, Grant caught him, and then handed him up to me.  It was the most amazing experience!





So of course, all of those negative feelings I had were just a sign that the baby was, in fact, very close – even though I couldn’t feel it.  All in all, my labor was just about 4 hours, which isn’t long at all, so I really had no reason to be so negative.  But try telling me that when I was in that state! Grant had called my parents around 3:30 or so, and then again around 5.  They arrived maybe a minute or two after the baby came, which was awesome.  I was still sitting on the floor holding him.


When it came to naming him, we weren’t quite sure what it would be.  After he was born, Grant got out the list that we had made up.  I quickly vetoed pretty much everything on the list.  Then he got out a baby name book, and came across Tucker.  It was like a light bulb went off in my head – Tucker!  That was it!  Grant wasn’t so sure, though.  He was pretty stuck on Schaeffer.  So for the next couple of days, he was stuck on Schaeffer and I was stuck on Tucker.  Finally, on Monday morning, Grant caved in and we settled on Tucker.  Williams is Grant’s dad’s middle name, and somewhere down the line, it was the maiden name of someone in the family (that’s why there’s an “s” on the end).  So there you have it – Tucker Williams Spear.

He’s a very content baby – and only cries when he’s getting his diaper changed.  He sleeps and eats like a champ, and is just super cute.  The girls are completely taken with him, and can’t get enough of him.



As far as the whole home birth experience goes – if you’ve ever considered it, and you have a normal, low-risk pregnancy, I would definitely recommend it!  It was so nice to be in the comfort of our own home, and not have to worry about random people coming in and out of the room, or not listening to beeping machines, or being disrupted while I’m trying to sleep…it was all worth it.  And if we have a fourth baby, we’ll do it again.  Our midwife and the whole team was just fantastic – they were nurturing, encouraging, comforting…but most of all, they allowed us to have the birth we wanted to have.  I can’t say enough great things about them or the experience as a whole!

The Homebirth of Liam Henry


I had started having Braxton Hicks at 13 weeks, lucky me!  They would always pick up when I went walking or if I was on my feet a lot in a day so I was pretty accustomed to them as 40 weeks grew closer and closer.  I also had myself fairly convinced that I would go at least 41 weeks.   At 37 weeks my Braxton Hicks had gotten much stronger and were coming 8-10 minutes apart.  I was in disbelief that I could be in labor but the contractions were what I had read true contractions could feel like; starting in the lower back and wrapping towards the front of my belly.  Little did I know these would last almost exactly 2 weeks.

On Friday night, the 6th of April, it was late and my husband was at work and normally I had been going to bed before he got home (a little after 11 p.m.) but this night I just couldn’t.  I was cleaning and organizing and just a general sense of “hurry up and get things done”.  I remember texting my husband and telling him that I was pretty sure that I was going into labor.  He asked me a few questions and when he came home that night we just went to bed, waiting.

In the morning, I woke up about 10AM with contractions.  These were even more different than the Braxton Hicks at the beginning of the pregnancy and different than the ones that I’d had the 2 previous weeks.  They were even more painful and I started timing them, 8 minutes apart still.  Darn.  I thought I really was going into labor.  As that hour progressed though, they became 6 minutes apart.  I kept an eye on how far apart they were but I tried to keep myself busy.  About noon, I decided it was probably a good idea to make sure we had snacks and easy meals in the house just in case this was really it.  By the time we made it to Walmart the contractions were about 1 ½ to 2 minutes apart.  They were definitely uncomfortable and I had to stop walking during most of them but as it was the day before Easter, it was pretty packed so I welcomed the distraction of all the people as we gathered our last minute items.

We were home by 2 PM and I called Cindi.  She advised that we try to keep ourselves busy and to keep her updated.  I called again at almost 4 PM just to let her know that they were still close but not really much of a change, uncomfortable but definitely manageable.

We decided it would be best to have some friends over that night for our weekly “game night” and it was slightly miserable playing Phase 10 and Skip Bo while having contractions but I stuck through it and we laughed and had fun and I was able to relax.  At this point, I still didn’t believe I was in labor.  I remember at midnight, we all said “Happy Easter” but we kept playing and enjoying each other’s company.  They left about 2 AM and Kyle and I prepared for bed.  When I went to the bathroom, I noticed I had lost my mucous plug!  It looked complete and not like I was losing bits of it.  I just stared at it and was shocked.  I told Kyle as we were getting into bed and we were excited, maybe this really was it.  I told him to make sure to go to sleep because it could be a long day.  I lay there for the next hour wondering if we were going to have an Easter baby and trying to relax between the contractions that were still 2 minutes apart.

I was just starting to doze off at 3:30 AM when I felt a pop and a gush and was shocked that my water just broke.  I woke up Kyle and he jumped out of bed and whipped his head back and forth confused for a few seconds as to what to do.  He turned on the light and grabbed a few towels so that I could make it to the bathroom.  We called Cindi right away and she thought it was great but that we should try to get some more rest because it would be a long day and after getting off the phone, I started trying to clean myself up when the first contraction hit after my water broke and it hit me like a freight train.  This one was easily more intense than anything I’d felt.  I could barely hold myself up.  I tried taking a shower, letting the water hit my lower back to try and provide relief but 2 more contractions in there and I was in terrible agony.  The contractions were coming with only about a minute break in between and I started shaking uncontrollably. After a couple more of these contractions, I asked Kyle to call Cindi because there was no way I was going to be able to go back to bed and I was scared that if this was what I was going to experience all day, I wasn’t sure if I would make it.  Cindi directed us to try a few comfort measures such as the shower and to try a bath and to call her back in an hour to update her.

I tried getting in the bathtub but only lasted one contraction on my back, one on my right side and one last one on my left side that seemed to go on for almost 5 minutes, it just kept coming in waves.  I wrapped myself in a towel and had Kyle help me lay on the couch, still shaking and starting to moan through contractions.  I could barely think between them, I was just mildly aware that Kyle was there trying to keep me relaxed and calm.  I tried to lay on my back and again on my side but just could not find a position that was comfortable but also was in too much pain to try and move to see if I could find another comfortable position.

About 5:30 AM, Kyle called Cindi again to update her and she said we could start filling up the birth pool and that she was starting to get around to head our direction (couldn’t have heard better news at that point!).  About 20 minutes later I was starting to get so nauseous that I made my way towards the birth pool where the trash can was set up and I immediately started vomiting.  As the contractions came after that, I realized that I was grunting and that my body was pushing for me.  All I could think was “Cindi isn’t here, can we do this without her here” and I was terrified to tell Kyle that my body was pushing but Kyle had heard me grunting and seemed to know already and started preparing a tablecloth for me to kneel on just in case.  Kyle again called Cindi and called Nicole, the birth photographer, and went back to helping me and making sure the birth pool was filling.

Between 6 and 7, Jessie the birth assistant arrived and I remember her talking to Kyle and asking if he was okay to catch Liam if he came before Cindi arrived and I knew that he would be great and he affirmed he knew what to do and was ready for it.  Nicole and the midwife Marilyn showed up shortly after 7 after I had been laboring on the floor on my knees, leaning against an exercise ball.  After Marilyn showed up, I was able to get into the birth pool and the relief was immediate.

The next hour was my true test of strength.  I wasn’t really bearing down with my contractions even though my body was trying because I was first afraid that Cindi wouldn’t be there and then later because I just don’t think I was mentally ready.  I labored in the pool, leaning over the side and grasping the handles and just letting the contractions come.  Kyle was such a help, some contractions I didn’t want him to touch me at all and others I knew he must’ve been rubbing my lower back so hard that his fingers would hurt the next day (though he swears he was barely applying pressure), but we kept making it through each contraction as it came.  I barely heard Cindi start to come in but was aware of her getting everything ready and just a feeling of relaxation came over me, this was really it…I was going to meet my son soon!

I was still leaning against the side of the pool and still not really pushing, though.  I tried a couple of “trial” pushes and they just didn’t feel right to me, it felt like he was hitting my tailbone at such a harsh angle that I must not have been doing it right.  I know I looked at Marilyn then and said that I didn’t think I was doing it right but she just looked at me and with such confidence said “You’re doing great”.  I went through a few more contractions and Cindi suggested that I try another position to see if it would make things easier and I know that I just shook my head “no”.  As I went through the next contraction, though, I knew I had to make that mental decision that Liam really was coming and that despite all the supportive people there, I was the only one that could bring him earthside.

Another wave of calm washed over me and I turned to Kyle and told him to sit on the stool in the tub so that I could lean back against him and just started pushing.  It was such an overwhelming experience feeling him come down but I instinctively knew that what I was doing was right and was best for the both of us and so I continued.  As he started to crown, Cindi and the others helped direct me to just let him gently stretch my perineum and it took all the concentration I had to keep him from slipping back up but to not also push him out further.  That was easily one of the hardest things I had ever done, the pain was so intense and I knew that if his head was out or back in then it wouldn’t hurt that bad anymore but I stayed disciplined and listened to what they were telling me. I know I kept saying over and over again “It hurts, it hurts so bad”.  If I thought the contractions were bad, the crowning was worse but I just kept mentally reminding myself that he was almost here.  Before I knew it, his head was out and then he was completely out and I was holding him.  At 8:25 AM, Liam Henry Constable was born into my hands.  I pulled him out of the water and he just looked at me for a long moment, it was so strange seeing this little person whose face I had never seen before but I instantly knew like my own heart.  Kyle and I just held him and marveled at his little slippery body.  Kyle and I started singing “You are my Sunshine” to Liam, it has such a special place in mine and Kyle’s relationship and it meant so much more with this tiny human who instantly fit into our little family.

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