The first time I got to hold Joanna, it was in a squat, finishing my pushing, when they told me I could pick up Joanna. I felt a bit disoriented and in disbelief that she was already out and that I could actually... touch her!
I remember reaching down and then there she was. I think I needed a bit help because I couldn't see her and it was all slimy down there. I remember feeling her torso and holding her toward my chest and hearing her cry. It felt so good to finally have her out after all that labour and hear her breathe and cry! I wanted to breathe and cry too.
I felt so thankful to God for giving us a gift of a child and the endurance to handle the pregnancy, labour and delivery. I'll have to talk about the recovery on another post...
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