A Miracle

I have always known that the birth of a child is a miracle. I have three of my own to remind me.

Watching one come into the world is. . . so different.

At 2:25 pm today, Damien Xavier came into the world weighing in at 6lbs and 14oz and 19 1/4 inches long.

Sounds like an average baby, but, considering my smallest was 7lbs and 8oz he looked so tiny to me.

As I stood there watching, holding on to the mother to be, counting with her, encouraging her to push, I saw his head slip through and heard the doctors tell her to stop pushing.

I stared down at his tiny little face, his skin still blue from no oxygen, and willed him to breath, to open his eyes, to do something.

I know it couldn't have taken long because before his feet were completely out, we heard his first cry. It seemed to take forever to me.

Of course, the birth overshadowed the labor process, not only for me, but for her as well.

I looked in on my own children when I arrived home and I thanked the Lord that I have them.

For me, it is the ultimate gift.