As I pull into our driveway, I unplug my phone that is playing the coveted Moana soundtrack, and my radio defaults to 94.9. The song that's on is The Lion and the Lamb. Funny thing about that song: when I was unknowingly in labor with Potter, we were sitting at church during worship. The Lion and the Lamb was the last song I remember singing that day, so every time I hear it, I think of Potter's birth. I had jokingly told Cooper that if we were sitting in church one Sunday and randomly sang that same song, I would know it was God's way of telling me I was in labor. So, as I hear that song on the radio, I unmistakably know I was going to have a baby that day.
Funny thing, for months I'd told people that one of the things I was most worried about during labor is the boys... who would watch them, would they be okay while I was in labor. So, I had been praying for a while that if it was possible, I would love for them to just sleep through my whole labor. Then, I wouldn't have to worry about them and could focus on the baby and myself. I love that God listens. I know that my prayers helped our boys that night, and therefore Estes and I. I could not have planned it better.
About that same time, my labor playlist on my phone starts to play a Dave Matthews song (I was in high school in the late 90's, so I was a big Dave Matthews fan...don't judge...I even snuck into a Dave Matthews concert in Chicago once. Another story for another day). Cooper starts giving me a hard time about my music choices, so I tell Teri to switch to the next song on my playlist. Guess what song comes up? Yup. The Lion and the Lamb. I know it may sound silly, but I think God knew I needed a little sign from Him that it wouldn't be long and I could do this. Because, guys, it was painful. Never once did I think about wanting an epidural, but goodness I've never felt pain and pressure like that. But, I also knew that my body could do it. I could do it. I'd done it before, I'd been preparing my body for this marathon for months. I'd been praying and working out and reading birth books and I could do it because in the end I would get to hold my sweet baby boy. And, at this point, I didn't have a choice. I had to make it through.
weighed and measured. Cooper got some skin-to-skin time with the baby while Laura (the birth assistant) helped me into our bathroom.
I've done three births three very different ways. An induced hospital birth with an epidural, an unplanned home birth, and a planned home birth. All perfect in their own right. Each birth was amazing and I honestly wouldn't change a thing about any one of them.