Quick note. I'm exhausted.
I just got home from the hospital so James could go to work. He stayed home so I could be there.
It all started at 5:30 yesterday when my sister called me to help her confirm that her water had broken. She wasn't due for 2 1/2 weeks. It had most definitely broken.
It was a long, rainy, hard night. Fast forward to today, about an hour and 15 minutes ago.
She and her husband had their first baby, an adorable little girl. I had a front row seat at the end, holding up my sister's leg and helping her breathe and push. Mom was on her other side supporting her other leg and helped her focus by holding her gaze with each contraction, except when she was pushing. Her husband was behind her, holding her. The feeling when this little miracle was born is indescribable. Mom and I both had tears streaming down our faces. It truly is a holy day.
I'm too tired to write more now, but I love my sister. I was there at her birth (when she was born), and she was there for 2 of my 3 children's births. I'm so glad I got to be there for her today.