On the Verge of a Miracle (or Labor Story Part 2)

Thursday morning finally arrived. We had a car to the hospital. We got a few hours of sleep. We were ready. (eek!)

The anticipation was wild.

We woke up at 4am to shower and get to the hospital by 5.

I got dressed in clothes that mostly fit.

We clung to each other with big teary grins and knowing our lives were about to be forever changed, we listened to this song over and over:

Verge of a Miracle ( with a few of the lyrics I especially like)

by Rich Mullins

You're on the verge of a miracle
Standing there
Oh you're on the verge of a miracle
Just waiting to be believed in
Open your eyes and see
You're on the verge of a miracle

Here in your room
Where nobody can see
Voices are loud
But seldom clear
But beneath the confusion
That's running so deep
There is a promise you must hear
The love that seems so far away
Is standing very near

Then we went to the hospital.

I remember laying on the table as my legs were going numb, waiting for my children to be alive outside of me.

Can I just say...It was so intimidating and a little scary. I was nervous about having surgery. The doctors were sternly giving each other orders, machines were beeping loudly...I was on the verge of everything completely and forever changing. All the waiting and growing had brought us to this very amazing moment. The moment was sacred and weighted.

It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

The surgery started at 7am and the girls were born at 7:09 and 7:10.

I was so relieved when it was done. We were all in one piece. I had two babies!

It was probably just the morphine but I kept telling all the nurses that I loved them and telling my friends I wanted to kiss them!

We had dear friends anxiously waiting in the wings who were there to celebrate our brand new daughters. Two new lives had just begun.