July 29th, 2010, our sweet son arrived after 35 hours of labor. We attempted a home birth but were sadly disappointed when Christi had to be rushed to the hospital after pushing for over 6 hours. Twelve pushes later Harper was born. Ahhh... a huge sigh of relief and instant tears. Her first words were "It's finally over!" After all that, he was blue, had meconium staining and lots of fluid in his lungs. The nurse staff at Flower Hospital were a group of angels and 5 minutes later he was laying on her chest, bouncing his cute little lips all over looking for some food! I'd want to eat something besides my own skin and 'leftovers' after 9 months, too! His APGAR's were 6 at one minute and 8 at five minutes. He took our breath away. He was ours and he was finally here.
The next 3 weeks consisted of 104 degree fevers, 2 ER visits, 6 antibiotics and a nasty breast infection that left Christi almost bed-ridden in pain and exhaustion. Some wonderful friends came to our house and prayed over it as well as anointed it with oil, especially our bedroom, so we could return without the bitterness, sadness and questioning.We stayed at Harper's Nini and Papa's house for a little over a week to re-coup, get away from the painful memories that surrounded our house and heal. Heal is what we all did.