
This the midwife, Karni. She was awesome. And so was her assistant...but we didn't get any pictures of her. Here she's listening to Milo through a contraction.

Here's me between contractions...at least until the last few of them.

Here's me between contractions...at least until the last few of them.
Here's another one and now it's time for...
Ahhh, the tub!
According to the time stamp on our camera, this was THE push. Water broke and suddenly, his head was out. Karni couldn't get a good angle to rotate his shoulders so she ordered me out of the tub in a surprisingly urgent voice...one I'd never heard from her so I thought something dire had happened. I literally hurdled the side of the tub with his head out. In retrospect, I don't know how I managed that.
But here he is, just seconds old! And everything A-OK.
We're resting in bed again and he's still screaming...what a roller coaster ride he must've had! Poor little guy had a bruises on his face and even on his eyeball from that trip. It happened so fast!
And best of all, we're back home and he's only a few hours old. I got to finish the laundry that night. Woohoo!!
Missed Momma!























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