Exactly one year ago at just about this time, the midwife on call looked at me and condescendingly asked why she should keep me overnight if I didn’t want pain medication for my labor.
The nurse was floored. I was shocked. My mom was about to cut her. I said through clenched teeth, with silent tears streaming down my face as wave after wave of contraction came, “Because I’m not about to have a baby 35 weeks at home.”
So she admitted me, after the wonderful nurse fought for me and my mom may have threatened her.
I labored all night. Rob was by my side through it all. Just like this: lovingly, tenderly, holding me up when I couldn’t take anymore. Tomorrow our baby will turn one. And tonight I am thankful that I have this photo to look back on and remember the peace my husband brings me when life is spinning chaotically out of control, and the immense sovereignty of our God who knew exactly what He was doing when He decided that Lily-James would be born a month early. His handiwork throughout it all has been beautiful and a testament to His faithfulness even when we are faithless.