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Long Labor of Love

Wow.  I simply can't imagine why anyone would ever choose a c-section over normal, natural delivery of a child.  That being said, I am so thankful that God has allowed, and ordained, that modern medicine is capable of such miracles.  Ethan Michael alnd Elijah John were welcomed into this life by emergency c-section last Monday, while fighting over who would have first rights to the birth canal.  Elijah, the smaller of the two and in a breech position, wanted to come feet first, at the same time that Ethan's head was trying to present.  I can't say much about the experience; the surgery itself was the easy part; trying not pass out while I was stitched back up while my blood pressure bottomed out was a different story, not to mention the entire recovery process.  I have an entirely new appreciation for true hospitalization, especially when surgery is involved.  The boys spent 11 days in the NICU while being closely monitored for respiratory issues, common in preemies.  I am so thankful for the opportunity to recover and rest from my surgery before being fully responsible for not just one, but two! baby boys (who, incidentally, are identical twins).  Even though it was incredibly hard to leave them in the hospital when I was discharged, there was also comfort in knowing they were being watched closely around the clock, which enabled me to sleep better at nights while my body recovered.  The only way I can think to describe the whole ordeal is something like 11 days of labor to bring these babies home.