He finally arrived!
Our newest little grandson (grandbaby #3 and second grandson) came into the world on Wednesday, August 10.
His birth was a rather long, traumatic ordeal and he was not at all very happy about it.
Just after being born, he was placed on his mother's tummy where he looked into her face and proceeded to tell her about his terrible experience.
It was one of the most interesting things I have ever seen. He whimpered in a funny little tone as if trying to say, "I have had the most awful day!"
Below is Camille and Camden, both looking a little happier.
Camille became one of my heroes that day.
Her first delivery resulted in an emergency c-section so she desperately wanted to have this baby all natural to reduce the chances of ending up in surgery once again.
She knew it would be difficult but she and her sweet husband, Dave, did all they could to prepare.
Even so, Camille said it was a hundred times worse than she ever imagined.
Her contractions began the minute her water broke and continued pretty much nonstop for nearly 13 hours until the baby was born.
She was making slow progress, but at least there was some progress until she reached 9 1/2 centimeters and then it stopped.
For almost two hours (5:00-7:00) she dealt with transition contractions with no relief.
Finally the doctor arrived and helped out.
And then the pushing began.
Another two hour ordeal.
One of the people critical to her being able to do this was her doula, Dawn. Dawn was wonderful!! She massaged Camille's legs and feet during active labor, spent a couple hours helping Camille stay focused on breathing during transition, helped her change positions to get more comfortable, and during pushing earned a bruised hand.
Dave was also critical to the process. Camille never let go of his hand for pretty much the entire day. His love and support were essential to her staying focused and able to get through the long hours of labor.
I too was glad to be there.
Although Camille was a little reluctant to have me there.
After all, giving birth is a very personal thing,
so I was happy to accept her wishes and not be in attendance.
After all, her comfort was what was the most important to all of us.
But in the end she decided she could use her mom.
And so I was able to witness his birth.
The first birth I have seen of my three grandchildren.
And it was very hard for me.
I cried a lot.
It was so hard to see Camille suffer the way she did.
It gave me new appreciation for our Heavenly Father and what He must feel watching our pain and suffering in life.
We were so relieved when the baby finally made his appearance.
We joyfully celebrated his arrival.
And then my tears began to flow again as the doctor explained that the birth had caused some complications for Camille and she would have to be taken to the operating room and given general anesthesia while they corrected the problems.
She made it all the way through the birth without any outside interference or medication,
only to end up in the operating room for over an hour in surgery.
My heart ached for her.
The good news is that she is on the mend.
She is home from the hospital, and although it will be a while before she is back to normal, she has a great husband to help out.
We love them all!!
Before the birth I was getting so frustrated that it was taking so long for Camille to go into labor. I knew my prayers were being heard, but I wasn't sure they would be answered how I wanted them to.
But they were.
Not according to my time frame, but all our prayers were answered.
Camille was able to have a successful delivery following a c-section and she gave birth to a healthy little boy. She did not need any outside intervention for her labor to progress (i.e. pitocin), and before the baby came I was able to spend a week with my little granddaughter, (a big treat since I only get to see her a couple times a year).
Plus I had some fun times with Camille going to lunch, shopping in Denver, taking Carly to the park etc.
Dawn was also an answer to a prayer as she helped Camille a lot through the most difficult part.
While watching the two of them conquer the pain, the thought occurred to me that I had been wondering if my prayers were being answered, and yet, my meeting Dawn a couple years ago was the answer to a prayer (Camille getting through the labor) that hadn't even been offered yet.
Yes, God is very much aware of us and our troubles.
And He does hear and answer our prayers.
Sometimes in different ways than we would like,
And sometimes before we even have spoken the prayer.
And that thought brings great . . . joy to my journey.