Last week Breena and I welcomed our fourth child into the world. Bexley came at 5:13pm on October 10th, the first of our four children to come without the aid of an epidural. Bexley was also the biggest of our babies, by almost a full pound. (And we have big babies.)
We had been waiting a long time for her to arrive. Three weeks earlier we were in the hospital, expecting to deliver that night. But we were sent home, hoping that we would be back in just a few hours. Well, a few hours turned into a few days, and then a few days turned into a few weeks. We thought she'd never get here! We were hoping that everything would happen naturally, but we wound up scheduling her delivery on Monday the 10th.
Finally, we were escorted back to our room and began preparations for Bexley. Breena decided to forgo the petosin, hoping instead that her body would go into labor naturally, which it did. She did a great job of breathing through all of her contractions, and she never even thought about getting any drugs to take the edge off, much less getting that epidural. I could see on the digital chart that every other woman on the floor giving birth that day had gotten an epidural. My wife is tough.
The labor grew very intense for about 15 minutes, but then there was Bexley! The doctor's first words were, "Whoa! I think you've got your ten pound baby!" The nurses could barely lift her to clean her up and give her to Breena. They weren't used to such big babies, I guess.
When I saw her, I cried. I cried for joy at the birth of another healthy child. I cried for pide in my wife going totally natural, like she had hoped to do. I cried because this is the last time we'll do this, and Bexley is the last Holt baby we'll add to our family.
As you can see, she's beautiful. And she's very greatly loved. I love you, Bexley Holt.