On Tuesday morning on May 31, 2011 and after 10 hours of labor, a couple doses of penicillin for mom's strep B, an epidural and three doses of pitocin, a determined mother pushed a 6 lb, 15 oz baby boy from her womb at 11:44am in Denver, CO in the presence of a blessed dad, two excited young grandmas, four amazed (even light-headed) aunts and two encouraging nurses.
It doesn't get old. Childbirth has taken place billions of times and in this one birth, I see God's hand and a sliver of his kingdom and he grows my faith. And even in the pain of childbirth, a beautiful command of God's to be fruitful and multiply is fulfilled and we are humbled and blessed to steward these two lives until God takes us to his kingdom.
Elliot's become big brother.