My Daisy Belle: 13 weeks

I'm starting this entry at 8:02 PM. Ryleigh was born at 8:19 PM 13 weeks ago tonight.
I'm still overwhelmed by it all..this blessing I trusted God for for over a decade but then was shocked when I received this most special gift of motherhood.
Tonight my heart longs for our birth mom (who by the way, is doing well!). I want to call her and "reminisce" over the events of 13 weeks ago, but that would be selfish of me. If she isn't thinking about it, I don't want her to. I want her to be thinking about being a 15 year old.

My eyes are filled with tears as I remember:

that at this very moment, our birth mom was trying not to push as we were waiting for the DR to arrive.

that Fred was shaking so bad I thought he'd pass out.

that we could see the top of Ryleigh's head!

that when the DR ran in the room he gave all of us orders as to what was happening and so on and I didn't "register" anything he said at the time! lol

that I was holding the young girl's head up as she began pushing, wanting to give her some of my strength or trade places with her.

that I switched positions and watched my baby girl being born.

that I was a witness to one of life's most beautiful, amazing miracles. Birth.

how our birth mom wanted me to cut the cord, as she thought it would signify the transition of Ryleigh being hers to Ryleigh being mine. And, I did. And, it was.

that I watched my husband of 15 years become a father.

that I watched my father-in-law become a first time Grandpa.

that at this very moment (8:16) Ryleigh's head was birthed and I got the first glimpse of the love of my life, my miracle from God.

that after Ryleigh was born, I just held our birth mom and sobbed, as did she. I kept saying, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" and she kept saying, "It's OK".

how I stepped away from the bed to the area in the room where Ryleigh was being checked out and they pulled the curtain around our birth mom and I sobbed because I could hear her sobbing, wanting to be with her, saying I couldn't leave her and being told that I had to and that I had to take the baby, who was crying loudly, and go to the nursery.