Looking over my notes, it is too tough to write the details of his birth. But, he came around midnight I think, after all our friends had gone home.
The nurse was sweet, gave him a bath, then we were able to hold him. We were able to feel his tummy that was still warm, and look over his perfect features. Lots of black hair, long eyelashes, fuzzy eyebrows, the cutest little lips, fisted hands, and big ole long feet, even chubby cheeks. Then Dave and the nurse went and got footprints and pictures, a lock of hair, etc. I fell asleep, a friend of mine from church came in a prayed over me, I don't remember much about this except for her sobbing, the dark room, and the baby heater not on with my baby in it.
The professional photographers came in around 8am. The kids and all our friends started to all come back to the hospital after leaving so late the night before. Everyone shocked me by being so respectable to the baby, some held him, rocked him and said nice things. We did not let DJ or Laurelyn see him.
"The death of a loved one is a mortal wound, difficult to grasp and impossible to understand. It is unasked for, unplanned for, and unwanted. It is one of the few events in life that is beyond human control. Because of the depth of the wound, even one's own self becomes unfamiliar."--June C. Kolf
Hebrews 11:1
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
1Cor. 15:44b
If there is a natural body there is also a spiritual body.
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