I got the call I’ve been waiting for for a month. The call I was anticipating to come in the dead of night came at 1:55 a.m. Friday, July 20th (the dead of night). It was BJ telling me, “Amber has a pain in her side and we think it might be labor.” I could hear Amber in the background saying, “just tell her to get over here!!”
My bestie was going into labor with her second child and I was on the “birth team” (again). Is there a greater honor?
If any of you are so blessed to be on such a team and receive such a call you know the emotions that spill over you—shock, adrenaline, happiness, honor, pleasure, focus. The entire drive I was thinking do not crash, why are all these people on the road at 2 a.m., am I going to make it in time, boy/girl/boy/girl?, where the heck are all these people going at 2 a.m.?
To the skeptics on home births, they are 100% normal, amazing, clean, happy and full of magic. I hope that when I have kids I am able to follow Amber’s lead.
The labor was quick (I say that like it was a piece of cake, not so if you ask Amber), seriously 3-4 pushing contractions and they had themselves a little girl! My job was to assist whenever necessary, take photos and video, stay out of the way and wake Tuesday (big sister) up when the pushing started. I had the easiest job.
Here she is, Miss Bennet Marie (and Tuesday Lee of course):
Tonight is Amber’s birthday. Every year she celebrates by going to the Oregon State Fair. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMBER LEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have so much to celebrate. Rides here we come.