Friday, January 16, 2015
A Long Night
Mis MarcileIt was Thursday
evening when we got the call, the second lady in labor. T
his would be our secondbaby in 2015!
The first baby
9:00in the evening. We radioed down to clinic to see how things were going, the only reply was a baby crying! Ro
Ellamae and I grabbed our stuff and head
tosee what was up with our lady. After seeing the new baby boy we checked
the laboring ladyand decided that we could go back home and get some
great disappointment my sleep was interrupted abruptly
by insistentbanging on the gate.
Off to clinic we
hurriednot realizing that this
wouldbe a long night
it was 12:
Figuring by the looks of things
this baby would come fast.
decided to stay and wait things out,
but unfortunatelythe baby
didn't want to make its appearance into the world quite yet.
After talking and laughing loudly, and waking up Hans with our rendition of "Thumbody Special", we decided that it would be well worth it to try and get some sleep even knowing it was highly unlikely .
Surprisingly Ro and I
slept while Ellamae was kept busy tending to the laboring mother.
Suddenly Ro and Iwere awakened by Ella
, the baby is coming!
" Ro jumped up and ran into the room so fast, she forgot her glasses and shoes leaving her running around the room in her socks.
I got up so quickly that I felt very dizzy, running into theroom
to findevery thing was
in a chaos
Praise the Lord a healthy screaming baby boy was born at 5:45 am.
Three weary but silly, tired, happy nurses walked home ready to get cleaned up and rested before the busy day got started.
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