You guys...your support overwhelms me. I'm nearly recovered now, still dealing with some muscle cramps, swollen hands and a lingering headache.
You should go read the reviews because between Shelley threatening the organizers and Yummy explaining that she will only run when monsters are chasing her...yeah...they were totally win.
Homebirths are a scary, scary thing.
Bella was kneeling next to the bed, her little fists clenched tightly in the comforter as she struggled through the contractions.
I stood watching, praying to a God I wasn't sure I believed in that my wife and child would be alright.
"You're doing great, Bella. Just a few more pushes and we can meet your baby, okay?" Chelsea cooed as she rubbed Bella's back.
When Bella told me she wanted to have the baby at home, I was scared shitless.
But that was before we found Chelsea.
A trained midwife and neonatal nurse, she was an amazing support to both Bella and I throughout the pregnancy.
She was now kneeling next to my wife as she labored.
My family was waiting in the other room, anxious to meet the newest Cullen.
"Edward, come and hold Bella's hand. It's almost time," Chelsea ordered and I quickly moved to Bella's side, trying not to wince as she grabbed my hand and crushed the ever loving shit out of it.
"You can do this, Bella. I know you can. I love you so much," I soothed as she turned and looked at me.
Her face contorted in pain and she screamed into my shoulder as she gave birth to our daughter.
"Congratulations," Chelsea smiled as she handed our squirming, screaming daughter to us.
Bella held her gently in her arms, gazing down at the little bundle.
"What shall we call her?" she whispered, being careful not to startle the baby.
"You pick," I answered, running my fingertip over her dark hair.
"Can we name her Esme? That is what they called your mother when they came to America," she said, looking up at me.
"It's perfect," I breathed as I bent down and embraced my girls.
*sigh*
One more...
Tomorrow...