My baby granddaughter came into this world on April 15th of this year. She slipped in rather quietly and calmly…along with her momma and daddy and myself in the room. It was a quiet little room, dimly lit, very soothing and calming for mom and dad. Doctor was calm and relaxed as well. One nurse was there to be a helping hand to the doctor. I was there…actually very subdued, and God was there, right in that room, taking care of absolutely everything that needed taking care of.
My first witness to birth. It was utterly amazing. When Violet was born, her quiet, gentle spirit grabbed my heart immediately. It was nothing like the births you see on tv or in the movies…no screaming, no sweating, no chaos, no docs and nurses running frantically in circles, no out of control or hysteric dad…it was a picture of peace. And Joy. And love. I will never forget the look on Carly’s face when they showed her the baby. Oh…it was priceless. A momma…tired of being pregnant, tired of worrying, tired of false alarms and trips into the hospital. A momma…finally holding her baby. For the first time. That feeling of physically holding her baby in her arms…after so many months of keeping her in her heart. Touch her. Smell her. Feel her little body lying on yours. I could see and feel Carly’s joy…as several little tears rolled down her check. Beautiful tears, joyful tears. Tears she never realized she would have, or feel, or come to understand. The tears that only a momma has upon holding her newborn child close to her heart. Tears that will never go away. Tears that are a blessing from God. Tears that hold that something that you will carry with you for the rest of your life.
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