We are home!

Woo hoo! Nicky is home. We went in on Wednesday morning and he was born, via a scheduled induction by 12:24. I had a very easy labor and after a few short pushes, our son was brought into the world. He is indescribably beautiful and such a blessing to our family already. He weighed 7 lbs 1 oz and is 21 inches long. He has the softest, sweetest cry. I am in awe once again at the power of God in creating such a beautiful baby.
My girls love him, especially my youngest Allie. I was not expecting her to love him so much, since she was the baby before him. She can't get enough of him, wanting to hold him constantly. Of course, she is only 22 months old and is quite the bruiser, so mama has to watch her like a hawk so Nicky doesn't lose an eye or a limb.

We have been so blessed by God's grace to have been able to witness not just the miracle of his birth and the miracle of having a son, but even another one. On Thursday morning, we were told that they could not identify his testicles, even after doing an ultrasound. I am not very familiar with boys, but I know enough that this is a big deal. I was extremely worried for him. I was understandably upset. We were told he would have to be transported to the nearest infant hospital in Gainesville. I was so worried for my little guy, but we were surrounded by Godly people, who prayed with us. My nurse, my daughter's preschool director, my friend April, my parents, all the staff at MRMC... the list goes on and on at the people who truly touched us and were concerned for us. They all prayed with and for us.

We waited all day long for them to arrange transport, but communication broke down between the hospitals. At 11 at night we finally were told we would just spend the night at the hospital we were at and they would work out the details for the following morning. In the morning, the Dr. who originally checked Nicky out, came into my room to let me know that we would not need to go to Shands, as he was able to identify one of his testicles after not being able to the previous morning. This Dr. was so concerned for our son and us that he did not sleep the previous night and he came to the hospital when it was not his call day, just to follow up. I can't explain the relief we felt and the feeling that God's hand was in this. This Dr., the nurses, our families and friends seriously showed me the power of prayer and the power of God. I am blessed beyond measure and will never forget the generosity of spirit of these people. They changed my life by the caring and kindness and Godliness that they showed. How many people like my nurses, believe in God so much, that they ask if they can pray with you, a patient, whose beliefs they know nothing about?