We are off for the weekend get-away with some of our wonderful friends – and some friends we haven’t even met yet. :0)
This is the second year that our friends, the Good family, has reserved a camp ground about 50 minutes from us. It’s called Camp Bird and it is a wonderful place! They invite many families, where we eat together, worship the Lord and have a wonderful time together. Last year was a blast and I was so happy that they had decided to to it again. I really hope that this become a tradition of sorts. It was very refreshing to see the people we love, yet don’t see very often. And to meet new people, too!
So that is where we will be until Monday night. Last year, Adam wasn’t able to be there until Saturday night. This year, he has taken Monday off from work and he didn’t have the meal at the VFW hall today (they canceled the meal for other reasons), so he can be there for the entire time. Yay!
Oh, our midwife came to our house yesterday and everything looks real well. She even showed me how to feel the babies head and that was so neat! She was pleased, and I think surprised, that we have all things ready and set up for the birth. We have the pool (did I mention we want a water birth? Yep, we do. I know, it’s kind-of out there, but I’m real exited about it. Knowing how my labors have gone in the past, I think the warm water will be very helpful!), all the birth supplies have been ordered, we know who is coming to watch the children, Stacy (our midwife) know how to get here, and I’m currently working on what food to have available for everyone. I’m going to borrow one of those large pilates ball from a friend, but not until I’m closer to the end and I think I’ll even deflate it. I an just imagine how that thing will quickly become the coveted toy around here!
I think I’m doing a good job between keeping it real and thinking of what I want for this birth. What I mean is, there is no guarantee that we will have a home birth and that I will be able to even use the the pool for the birth or even during labor. Something might happen and we’ll have to be transported to the hospital. You just never know. And I know this and I know that this birth and child are in God’s hands. He knows what needs to happen and what will happen. I trust that. I rest in that. If we get transported, I will be disappointed but I know it will be for the best. I trust my midwife to make the necessary calls for what needs/should happen. I trust Adam to be the level headed one far more than I will be and to be the one who makes the final decisions. But most importantly, I trust God to be in complete control of any situation that may arise.
I am at peace. And that’s a good place to be.