when the day's over...

you can finally get some rest.
you can tuck new little baby's into bed.
you can leave the clinic.
you can thank the Lord for His faithfulness in your experience that day.
and you can have more reason to believe like never before that it really is true... BABY's ALWAYS COME OUT.

So I was sitting at the clinic this week reading a book while I labour watched. Surprisingly enough the book was about a midwife (somehow I seem to gravitate to these;D). ANYWHO... the midwife in the story makes a comment at one point that above all the one thing she has learned in all of her years of catching babies is that "babies always come out".

I'm glad I read this... because I had ample opportunity to apply this theory, as I ended up waiting for that particular baby for well... a long time. I first was put on alert that she was making her way to "planet earth" (as her mother said:D) on Wed. morning... and then on Thurs. night about midnight labour was strong enough that they came to the clinic... THEN... I hung out with them for 22 hours before the Garxel Grace made her grand (and seriously grand it was...) entrance into the world. A few hours of postpartum care were in order... and then the DAY was over... and I went home... and SLEPT.

God is good. I am so thankful for these experiences. That might sound funny to the watching world who wonders why anyone would want to do what I do... but I doubt that there are many more rewarding jobs. And well... If nothing else this whole job teaches me to pray. Cause some things out just WAY outta my hands... and I definitely know I need his strength. Hum. Not such a bad place to be I guess.

Jenna and I are babysitting this weekend for Matt and Krys (our directors) and so far it's been a blast. It is quite something being in a private home... with kids... I almost miss the chaos of life in the OC... though I do love the quiet... and this cool breeze.