400 Less Stuff


Less stuff, more space to breathe. This is my goal for this week, in order to simplify as much as possible for baby number 5:  get 400 things out of the house. Sell them all for a dollar. Make $400 toward the hospital bill for the new baby.

We have attempted to have a garage sale the past two weekends. Instead, we spent that time getting ready for the garage sale, which should actually happen this weekend. Maybe it’s a little bit hopeful, but I think we can do it, based on what we sold at our last one.

So far, I have taken a ton of stuff out of the house, and it still feels like there is so much more to go. I can’t believe how many things 6 people can accumulate over the years!

I am really bad at knowing what to keep and what to get rid of. I really admire people who have no attachment to stuff and just toss it or give it away. How do you do it? How do you know you will never need it again? Wouldn’t it be frustrating to buy a new version of something you just tossed? I take this line of thinking all the way down to a black tank top. I’m thinking to myself, I can still use this black tank top. I can sleep in it. Or, if it’s ripped, I can use it as a dust cloth.

Luckily (or unluckily), things are getting so crammed and crowded around here that I can’t even stand the idea of keeping anything we don’t absolutely need.

I will have to let you know how it goes! Any advice for a successful garage sale?

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Why I Made My Book Free

A lot of people ask me this question: “Why did you make your book free?”

Andy was the first person to suggest that I make my ebook free, only accepting tips from the people who wanted to donate. My first reaction was to tell him, “Yeah, I’ll consider that…” But in my head I was thinking, No way. I can’t afford to do that. I need to earn some money!

About 6 months went by, and I thought about it more and more. I downloaded a few free ebooks and became more and more familiar with the culture of giving things away online. People were giving away free advice, tutorials, prints, pdfs, and photos online, usually with the intention to draw the customer in to the real product they wanted to sell. For example, I found a free ebook about the 5 most effective blogging techniques, and at the end was a link to buy a certain blog theme (a theme is the template for how a blog looks. Some are free, some cost money, and some are custom made.)

So on a business level, the idea started to make sense to me: give the book away for free for exposure and to collect a list of emails of people who download the book and might become fans of my writing. But that still didn’t satiate my desire to earn some money for the endless hours I had put into my project, not to mention to cover the costs of hiring an editor and cover designer.

We took our kids up to Hume Lake with the college group from our church last year. It was the year my Bible study friends and I committed to reading through the whole Bible (which I highly recommend!) I had been reading about first-fruit offerings, love offerings, and offerings that were pleasing to the Lord. As I was singing to the Lord one night during the evening meeting, I prayed in my heart: Lord, if you want me to, I will give my ebook away for free. I’ll give away 100. No, I’ll give away 1,000!

The answer I received from the Lord that night was this: Ten thousand.

It almost knocked me backwards. I knew it was the Holy Spirit. Because that number never would have come from my own imagination.

My response was Yes. I didn’t understand why, but I knew it was from the Lord and I had to say yes. For some reason, God’s command to give away 10,000 free copies of my ebook seemed so right.

Then the leader at Hume asked us to write down with our left hand, or our weak hand, whatever we heard from the Lord during a time of listening prayer. What I wrote down, so slowly and messily with my left hand, were these words from the Lord: Love Andy. Give Freely. Pray.

Publishing, promoting, and receiving praise for my first novel–the motivation for all of it had to grow from those three actions.

Love Andy

Give Freely


Since April, I have already given away about 3,000 downloads of my book. I am almost a third of the way to my goal! But it doesn’t matter anymore, you know, how quickly I make it to 10,000. Because the emails and reviews I have received from girls who have read my book are so beautiful. Their enthusiasm and appreciation fill my heart, and that is the greatest reward I could ask for.

Do you have your free copy yet? Have you recommended it to the young women in your life who like a good clean love story? Please Share!

Click here to get the ebook in the nook format from Barnes & Noble. Or you can click the links below and get it in the Kindle (mobi) format or just a PDF. It’s also available anywhere ebooks are sold.



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What Do You Really Need for a New Baby?

what-do-I-really-needHere is my list of what you need for a new baby:

  1. A really good stroller (Not necessarily $600 good, just something that is good quality and won’t fall apart)
  2. An infant car seat that can attach to the stroller
  3. Bassinet or Moses basket for the first few months
  4. Crib, crib mattress, and crib sheets for when the baby is 4-6 months and up
  5. Cozy baby blankets and swaddle blankets
  6. Bath towel and lots of washcloths
  7. Gentle baby soap (I like Burt’s Bees)
  8. Infant bath support spongey thing for the kitchen sink (see this post for how I give a newborn baby a bath)
  9. Cotton balls (I recommend using wet cotton balls instead of wipes for the first few months to avoid diaper rash)
  10. Diapers
  11. Burp cloths
  12. Baby hats, socks, long sleeved onesies, clothing that you can layer.
  13. Gentle laundry soap (I like Mrs. Meyers)
  14. Cozy, warm baby pajamas
  15. Board books
  16. Infant carrier or wrap of your choice
  17. Possibly a baby swing that swings side-to-side and front-to-back (brilliant for my 1st baby, but now I don’t need one)
  18. Possibly bottles and supplemental formula
  19. Summer Infant Car Seat Insert (I’m convinced that it’s the reason my 3rd and 4th baby did not scream in the car the way my 1st and 2nd did)
  20. I’m probably forgetting something that I will add here later, but I think that’s it

And a few things for Mommy to Be!

  1. Cozy jammies to bring to the hospital (loose enough for nursing)
  2. Lots of feminine pads
  3. Nursing bras
  4. Breast pump and supplies
  5. Boob pads for leaking breastmilk
  6. Lanolin ointment for sore boobs
  7. Nursing shawl
  8. Good pillows
  9. Books and resources for encouragement for the first two weeks of learning to breastfeed a newborn baby
  10. A network of supportive people who will bring meals, help clean your house, and tell you what a great job you are doing


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Where’s My Nesting Instinct?

nesting-instinct-image-chelsearotunnoBecause this is my 5th baby (I’m due November 9 or sometime around there) my nesting instinct took way too long to kick in.

For my 1st baby, I had everything purchased and prepared a month in advance. I had the room set up, clothes hung on matching hangers in the closet, the room decorated and filled with gifts from our amazing family and friends. We had 4 or 5 baby showers, hospital tours and classes completed, and everything in our lives prepared. Our nest for our new little one was clean and in order.

Fast forward to my 5th pregnancy and my situation is quite the opposite.

I have nothing ready. Really. nothing. Oh wait, I did buy some cute onesies from H&M. And I washed some baby hats and burp cloths that I found in the garage.

I’ve noticed 2 interesting differences between my nesting instinct for my 1st baby and my 5th baby.

First, while preparation for the 1st child meant getting stuff and filling a room with gear, the preparation for the 5th child is more like emptying my life of everything I don’t need, deleting as much stuff as possible, cleaning out everything that is excess, and simplifying until I feel like I can breathe.

Second, because of my age and experience with babies, I feel more prepared for this baby–maybe not physically or materially, but definitely spiritually and emotionally. I was a nervous wreck before my 1st baby was born, but I am relaxed and at peace about my 5th.

Yet I keep asking myself, What do I need to get? What do I need to buy? How should I prepare?

The reality is that I have everything I need: a warm place to sleep and food to eat; a husband who loves and provides for us; and confidence in who God has designed me to be as a mother to my baby.

Everything else is just stuff. Some of the stuff is important, but a lot of it isn’t. The list of things you actually need to take care of a baby is so much smaller than the list of suggestions you get at the baby registry.

In my next post, called What Do You Really Need for a New Baby? I will give you a short list of what I actually use for a baby, as opposed to what I thought I would use when I had my first baby.

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Thanks for joining me in my 31 day writing challenge. I will continue to post every day in October on the topic of pregnancy. If you missed any of my posts, you can start here.

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The Best Way to Bathe a Baby

How do you give a newborn baby a bath without

traumatizing everyone in the room?

How to get from this


to this


to this


Is it normal for a new baby to scream in the bath? At first I thought it was. Until I finally figured out the best way to bathe a baby.

Edited: I love that I have these pictures of my third baby, my only boy! Now he is almost 4 years old!

image-the-best-way-to-bathe-a-babyBath Preparation: 3 minutes

Choose a warm time of day when the baby will be able to nap after the bath. He or she will probably be sleepy after the relaxing bath.

Use a clean kitchen sink to bathe your baby. Place a dry bath sponge cushion in the empty sink. It should be large enough to cushion the baby’s head and body. Prop it vertically along the back corner of the sink. Cover it with a clean, dry baby towel. Set aside another clean, dry towel to dry baby after the bath. Open the cap to the baby soap (I like Burt’s Bees Baby Wash) so it is ready to use.

Run the sink water on the opposite side of the sink so the towel and cushion stay dry for now. This will prevent a chill when you set baby on the cushion. Set the sink water to a good temperature that is very warm but does not sting your inner wrist. Be sure that it is set and not getting hotter the longer it runs. Hold down the spray attachment and be sure water is running the same perfect temperature through the sprayer. Leave the water running while you go grab your baby.

Bath Time! 3 minutes

Check baby’s diaper and make sure there is no poop. If there is poop, change your baby’s diaper before starting the bath.

Remember to relax, sing, and smile while you bathe your baby. If you are tense and frowning, your baby will think there is something wrong.

Bring baby to the sink (The water is already running and set to the right temperature.) Quickly undress baby in your arms or on the after-bath towel and remove diaper. Place him or her inside the sink on the dry towel and cushion. Baby should be propped upright on top of the bath cushion, with head, back and bottom supported by the cushion.

Obviously, never leave your baby unattended in the bath, even for a second. Avoid spraying water in baby’s eyes.

Run the sprayer on the opposite side of the sink to be sure water is the perfect temperature: very warm but does not sting your inner wrist.

The actual bath should take maybe two minutes. Start by spraying or pouring water on your baby’s feet. Then wet his or her legs and arms. Finally, wet the hair.

As you spray, avoid getting water on the belly button if the cord has not fallen off. Treat the belly button and, if applicable, the circumcision, as advised by your pediatrician.

Quickly, using a dime sized drop of baby soap, wash baby’s hair and face first. Be sure to gently wash in the creases of the neck and ears. Rinse clean.

Next, with another dollop of soap, wash baby’s stomach, back, arms, and armpits. Rinse clean. Wash baby’s feet and legs. Be sure to wash in the creases of the legs like behind the knees. Rinse clean.

Last, with another drop of soap, gently wash the front and then back of the baby’s bottom area. Rinse clean. If you think baby needs a final rinse, do one more quick rinse, turn off water, and lift baby to the clean dry towel. Immediately wrap baby in the towel to minimize the chill of the air on the wet body.

Drying Off: 3 minutes

Laugh and play with your baby as you dry, diaper, and clothe. Baby’s bottom should be completely dry to avoid diaper rash. This is a good time to apply a small amount of baby lotion if baby’s skin is sensitive.

Dry in between baby’s toes before putting socks on baby’s feet. Dry baby’s armpits and neck area before putting on a shirt or onesie.

After a bath, a baby likes to be warm. Remember to dress baby in long sleeves, long pants, and socks after the bath. When hair is completely dry, put on a light hat. Wrap or swaddle baby in a clean blanket. If he or she starts to fuss, it is likely that the relaxation of the bath brought up a burp or helped release a poop. Try burping baby and check diaper. Baby is most likely fussy because he or she wants to sleep.

Finally, hold baby close. Feed or nurse baby and he or she will be ready to fall asleep.

*This kitchen sink method worked brilliantly from newborn to four months old, or until my baby was too big for the sink.

**Older babies enjoy taking a bath with mom or dad. Just put on your swimsuit and get in the tub with your baby in your arms or on your lap, making bath time fun. Make sure water level is low to avoid dipping baby’s face in the water. Keep dry towels close by so you can dry baby before drying yourself. Or ask your spouse to take baby from you and dry baby while you dry off.

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Pregnancy Brain

pregnancy-brain-image-2I don’t know if this is a real term or not, but it is certainly a real thing that happens to me when I am pregnant. I get extremely forgetful and clumsy. I forget to do really important things. Like pay my bills. And send in required paperwork to the homeschool co-op.

I break dishes when I am washing them. I drop cups and mugs and forks, and I have to ask my daughter to pick them up for me because it’s kinda hard for me to lean over my big belly.

My pregnancy brain gets me in big trouble, and usually it’s pretty funny.

Haha, I forgot about my prenatal visit this morning. Haha, I forgot about that meeting–oh well. Whoops, I forgot it was your birthday. Happy belated birthday!

Even if I forget something important like a birthday, there is a way to make up for it. People are usually pretty understanding–and they celebrate their birthday for a week or a month anyway.

The fact that I can schedule reminders on my phone is even … well, worse. Because as soon as I type something into my calendar on my phone, it immediately leaves my brain. If I happen to miss a reminder alert on my phone (let’s say it’s because I turned it to silent mode during homeschool chapel, like I did today) then I have no chance of remembering something important that I have on my calendar.

Today, having pregnancy brain was not cute.

I missed having dinner with my girlfriends at one of my favorite restaurants. It was a dinner to celebrate my friend’s progress on her doctorate dissertation.

I was the person who said, “Yes, yes, Thursday is good, let’s do it! It’s on my calendar guys!” And then I didn’t even show up. They waited for me for 30 minutes and then texted and said, “Are you coming?”

I was really upset when I finally got the text. Andy was gone with two of the kids, and I had the other two, and I could’t go. I was already late and I had no babysitter. How lame is it to have to text back, “I totally forgot! I’m so sorry! Pregnancy Brain!”

It really got to me. I forgot about something that I really wanted to do. Opportunities to get away from the kids and hang out with my friends are so rare! I love being with my kids, but I also need time without them. At least once in a while, right?

It wasn’t a responsibility or requirement that I mindlessly dismissed. I forgot about a special time to celebrate with my friends. To enjoy a nice dinner. And I let my friends down in a super rude way. I forgot about our plans. I felt so bad, and it swept over me like a huge wave of failure.

For the first time this pregnancy (at least I think it was the first time…I can’t really remember) I broke down in tears this evening. I tried to hold it in. But my daughter saw how upset I was, and she said, “Mom, maybe you need to go lie down on your bed for a little while,” which is what I tell her to do when she is really upset. “OK, honey, you are right,” I responded.

So I lay on my bed and I let myself cry. It was the kind of cry that makes your throat hurt.

I didn’t want to upset the baby in my belly, and I didn’t want to dwell in self-pity. But tonight I let myself cry, just for a few minutes.

Because when we are pregnant, we need to cry sometimes. We are forgetful, exhausted, overwhelmed, clumsy, large, and emotional. We need our friends. We need a moment to ourselves. And we need forgiveness.

When I got up from my bed, my 2-year-old came over to me and said, “Mommy, hug?” And she gave me a sweet hug and a kiss. Somehow, the smell of her hair and the softness of her cheek made it easier to let go of my disappointment and give myself a little bit of grace.


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To Acknowledge Pregnancy and Infant Loss

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day

My friend posted this image today, for Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day.

Shauna Niequist wrote a beautiful post on this topic, which you can read here.

And in case you missed it, my own story about miscarriage was one of the first things I posted this month, and you can read it here.

Once I learned that today was the day to honor and remember these babies and their families, I felt it best to be quiet today with this simple post.

For those of you who have lost babies for any reason, my heart is with you today, and when I see your posts and hear your stories, I admire how brave and strong you are. Maybe it doesn’t mean much, but I say a prayer for you too, and I look forward to meeting your little angels in heaven one day.


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A Place to Talk, Listen, and Share Our Stories


“Wholehearted living … means cultivating the courage, compassion, and connection to wake up in the morning and think, No matter what gets done and how much is left undone, I am enough. It’s going to bed at night thinking, Yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but that doesn’t change the truth that I am also brave and worthy of love and belonging.”

Brene Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection

For the past four years I have been meeting with a lovely group of women every Tuesday morning for Bible study, coffee, treats, and friendship. It’s been a small group, just 5 or 6 of us, which means we have had a lot of time to talk about what is really going on in our lives, and to pray for each other in detail.

This week, instead of our normal Bible study, we started reading a book called The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown, and I think it is the perfect time in my life to be reading about what Brown calls “Wholehearted Living.” I have only read the first chapter so far, but I can tell that I’m going to learn a lot from this book.


The author writes, “Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it.”

I love this concept. I am looking forward to reading Brown’s stories because I believe I have a lot to learn from her research and experience.

I wrote 5 posts on owning and sharing our stories, which you can read here. I mentioned a few months ago that I used to struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts. (If you missed it, read the post here.) I have struggled with all sorts of shame and mistakes, which you can read about in my book Goodnight to My Thoughts of You.

I share my stories, the good and bad, because I have found freedom in doing so. I have found freedom in saying, “Here is the best and worst of who I am. Here is where I have been and where I am headed.”

I believe that when we share our stories, we invite others to learn from our mistakes so they can make better choices, and we offer wisdom and hope. We also share our victories so others can rejoice with us and gain courage in their own lives, recognizing and sharing their own victories.

This month my focus is on embracing and sharing stories about pregnancy because I will soon give birth to my 5th child. I have had so many amazing conversations with women since I started this series on October 1st. I have heard encouraging and crazy stories, and ones that have brought me to tears.

Do you have a Bible study or a time set aside to chat and pray with other women?

My Tuesday morning Bible study is an important time to connect. I hope that this blog can be a place where you and I can connect. Even though it’s not the same as sitting down in the church library with a cup of coffee and a prayer request journal, I hope this blog can be a place where we can talk, listen, share our stories, and pray for each other. How can I pray for you?



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Honoring My Husband By Getting More Sleep

Sometimes honoring my husband can be as simple as taking his advice when he wants what is best for me.

Andy has been telling me to get more sleep ever since we first got married. I agree with him. I need more sleep. I often stay up late prepping the house for the next day, writing lists of things I need to get done, or reading other people’s updates on the computer. Then I realize that there are more dishes in the sink, and I get to work in the kitchen to make sure everything is “perfect.” Finally, I brush and floss my teeth, shower, and wake the kids to go potty one more time so they don’t have an accident. There might be laundry that I forgot about, sitting in the dryer, so I fold it before I go to bed. By then, I am so delirious that I take forever to finish folding.

Andy sees it more than anyone else does. I don’t take good care of my own needs. I don’t know how to stop doing things that are on my mental to-do list.

How many years are going to go by before I honor my husband in this area? How many years will I get 3 hours less sleep than everyone else every night? I have a sleep deprivation of 20 hours per week, 80 hours per month. That is just crazy. I’m going to die before all of you good sleepers.

Tonight, I am going to end this post early, because Andy is really concerned for my health. These are the last days before I give birth to my 5th baby. Soon, in November, I will be waking up for feedings all through the night. Of course I should be getting as much sleep as I can right now.

I’ve loved writing for the past few days so I could stick to this commitment to post all 31 days in October. But tonight I am going to honor Andy and finish quickly so I can get to bed. I want to be a morning writer, not a middle of the night writer. Maybe God can change me. I can’t wait to see how much more productive I can be if I get more sleep. I think I will be more patient with my kids. And it will make Andy really happy.

Pray for me, if you can. I want to become a morning person. I feel like it is impossible for me. But I know that God can do anything.

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My First Baby: Natural Childbirth (part 2)


Hello again! Wow, a lot of posts this month! Welcome to Part 2 of the story of my first natural childbirth. If you missed Part 1, start here.

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Part 2

Andy finally returned, and I could tell that he was refreshed after getting away for awhile. He sat down in the corner of the room, texted, and fiddled with the video camera for a few minutes.

“Please stop,” I whispered. He didn’t know what I meant. “Please stop,” I said again, trying not to get upset. “I need you. Coach me.”

Another long contraction started, and I had to close my eyes and breathe. Andy took over my sister’s position on the stool by my bed. He tried to talk me through the contraction.

In the middle of my contraction, Andy’s grandmother came in.

We had put a sign on the labor room door that said something like, “Please do not disturb. Serious labor in progress.” Clearly she didn’t see the sign. Andy got up and gave her a hug.

“How is she doing?” his grandmother asked. “Is my great grand-baby doing OK?”

“She is great. Just trying to keep things quiet and calm in here.” It was really sweet. She must have been really excited to meet her first great-grandchild. I just had to get the baby out first.

Andy, always super respectful toward his grandma, took her hand and walked her out to the waiting room.

During my next long contraction, my own mother walked in. Both my mother and Andy’s grandmother did not see the sign on the door, or thought it was for people other than them.

“What is she doing?” my mom asked my sister, who knew immediately that she would have to get my mom out of the room before I got upset.

“She’s having a contraction. She’s doing great, don’t worry. She’s trying to relax and stay calm.”

“She’s not breathing hard enough,” my mom spoke up so I could hear. “Why is she laying on her side. She should be on her back. Isn’t she supposed to walk around?”

“Mom, we’ll call you in later, when it’s a better time,” my sister said, and she politely walked her back to the waiting room.

Andy and my sister were both gone, and I was having contractions with no one to coach me. So I self-coached, which turned out to be much better. For the rest of the labor, I went into my own head during each contraction, and I talked myself through the relaxation, visualizing the contraction growing and then subsiding, like a wave of the ocean. It would all be worth it once the baby was out. This was all for the baby, new life, a gift from God.

“Trust your baby. Trust your body. Trust God.”

I prayed for help from the Lord. It was a desperate prayer. I wanted my baby to be out. I wanted my baby to be healthy, in my arms.

The midwife came in for the last time. “You will probably be in labor for three more hours. My shift is over, so the doctor will be helping you from now on. Good luck!” She left.

By that time, it was dark outside, and raining. Andy and my sister came back into the room. Another hour went by. My contractions were so severe and so close together. Some were right on top of each other, like as soon as one ended the next one started. I was shaking and trembling. It made me want to cry, and I didn’t know what to do.

“Andy,” I said. “I need drugs.”

“Are you sure? He asked.

I didn’t answer right away. It seemed to be a strange question. Was I sure? I wasn’t sure about anything. I couldn’t even find words to string together to form a sentence. I had sweat dripping down the sides of my face. I was throwing up in the trash can. I was in the most vulnerable state, completely free from every inhibition, like anyone in the world could have seen me laying there naked in labor and I wouldn’t have even cared.

Was I sure I wanted drugs? Yes! But instead I told him what we had practiced in our mock labor sessions.

“No,” I answered, and Andy’s eyes lit up. “No? The last signpost,” he said. “Uncertainty. Self-Doubt. That means you are almost done! You can do it, Honey!”

He was right! Self-doubt was the last emotional sign-post, and it meant I was just about done. I had the courage to keep going, even though it was more than I could handle.

I continued to tremble furiously, from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my feet. I tried and tried to relax, but I absolutely could not relax. (I realized later that I was having “pushing contractions,” but I was not pushing with the contractions, which was why they were so painful.) A doctor and a resident came in, and the resident checked my cervix again. “Are you ready to push?” she asked. “You are almost done. The baby is coming.”

“Really? The midwife said another three hours.”

“Well that was an hour ago, and now the baby is on her way.” A team of nurses started filing into the room.

Was it really an hour since the midwife had been in the room? It felt like ten minutes.

The resident seemed confident (and I didn’t know she was a resident until later) and the doctor stood next to her. “Do you want me to break the bag of waters now?” she asked.

“No!” I had no ability to be polite.

“The baby’s head is coming down. See Dad?” Andy came around and said, almost crying, “She’s coming, Chelsea. She’s almost here.”

“Do you want to feel the head?” the resident asked me. I reached down and felt something gooey, and pulled my hand away. It wasn’t the baby’s head, it was the bag of waters over the baby’s head, but I wasn’t expecting to feel that.

A big, friendly nurse grabbed one of my legs and told Andy to grab the other. “Are you ready to push, Mama?”

I nodded.

“Push! One, two three, four, five …”

I had not practiced the pushing part of delivery. I just figured the hospital would know how to guide me through the pushing. But the thing is that I could feel everything, so I didn’t need to push quite so hard for so long all at once. My body started to tear, and I could feel it burning.

“Ok, stop!” the nurse shouted.

“We’ve got to get this baby out, I’ve lost the heartbeat of the baby,” the doctor said. “I’m going to give you an episiotomy, OK?”

“Uh, OK,” I said, frightened.

She popped the bag of waters, and a gush of water came splashing out. Then the doctor guided the resident and she did a quick snip.

“OK, push!” the nurse shouted again.

I pushed one more time and the baby came out like she was on a slip-n-slide.

“A healthy baby girl!” the doctor exclaimed.

Andy cut the umbilical cord. It took two snips.

They carried the baby over to the heated baby bed.

My nausea and shaking stopped immediately, and I was elated. I was done. I did it. We did it.

“My God has answered my prayers.”

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