Just as dawn was breaking into our bedroom window last Wednesday, my wife delivered our third child into my hands. The world stood still as I lifted our new baby up out of the water and onto my wife’s chest. Frozen in time and flooded with emotion it was a moment of closeness that will always be carved into our hearts. Determining the sex was an afterthought although we were thrilled to find out it was a boy and quickly named him Landon.
Seeing my wife do such an amazing thing will always make me so proud. Even with it being the third time around, it just makes me feel so lucky to be married to such a powerful woman. We could have 10 more babies and I’d be jaw-to-the-floor in astonishment and awe every single time. I’ve been asked if it bothers me to see my wife in that much pain and it doesn’t. I know she is in pain, but she is doing it to make something amazing and I’m filled with so much pride that the pain is secondary. As husbands we are told to protect our wives from pain, but in childbirth it is our job to be there with them in the pain.
The whole thing was an incredible experience and I can’t do the entire thing justice, so go read my wife’s post here. I will say the birth was everything we have always wanted. Our first was born in a hospital in Lawrence. It was a good birth and the surrounding experience was pretty good, but we knew we wanted a little bit more control and the ability to dictate the how’s and when’s. With our second we found a midwife that we liked, but didn’t really like her facility. After several other failed attempts to get a midwife, we felt that God was trying to steer us away from a home birth and we conceded to another hospital birth. The experience was textbook. They didn’t listen to our wishes, they tried to rush us and all-in-all treated my wife and daughter like any other patients. Pregnancy is not a sickness, folks.
When we found out we were pregnant again, we interviewed a couple midwives and decided on Cheryl Gates. The entire journey was top-notch: from the appointments where my wife chose to not be weighed or checked and was respected to the birth where our every wish was granted to the fact that 90 minutes after Landon was born, everybody had cleared out and we were just hanging out in our bedroom.
There are many more pictures on my wife’s post and several more on my instagram. Here a few that I particularly like (and that my wife allowed me to post).
About 4 hours before baby came. Hanging out in our room.
Our friend Lizz was there taking pictures and giving support. She is also a doula.
Bringing my new son up to meet his Mom.
Waiting patiently in the next room to meet their new brother.
Our newly ReDim’ed crazy family.