On Tuesday morning, Amelia Jane Hope - Amy to her nearest and dearest - made her debut.
She is adorable and adored
I look back on the prayer I prayed for Amy's birth months ago in my journal and I have to laugh as almost none of the specifics on my "wishlist" happened. I had gone ahead of Jon in an ambulance as things were moving pretty quick and we live 45 minutes away. What ensued was almost comical in nature. Instead of one of the dozen or so midwives who work at the hospital who I get on really well with, I was assigned a midwife who was a complete mismatch personality wise. It was far from the peaceful birth, in front of my fire at home with my beloved midwives while my children slept peacefully in the next room that I had prayed for. Amy's birth was a crowded affair attended largely by people I had never met before - a few of whom I don't care to really meet again - in a bright hospital bathroom with an unnecessary cannula hanging out of my hand. The most challenging moments of my labour physically were accompanied by people trying to make me do paperwork and repeatedly questioning my choices and decisions and insisting that I lie down on narrow beds for monitoring and prodding. In their defence, perhaps I didn't look uncomfortable enough for them to believe my assertion that I was in the middle of transition - I do have insanely easy labours but it was still a challenge.
So what happened? Didn't God hear me? Am I angry at him because I didn't get what I wanted?
He heard me.
He answered me.
He heard the bit where I prayed "if there is a plan that glorifies You more Lord, I want to glorify You."
And He took me at my word.
The bits that really mattered He totally came through on. Ridiculously healthy baby, fantastically good birth, easy recovery, and I was home for dinner. Home for dinner matters when the last time you had a baby, it took you two months to get home.
Lots and lots of good stuff happened too. Jon got there in time, we called in one of our independent midwives who showed up just in time to catch Amy, we got a really good room, one of my favourite hospital midwives came on shift and I was able to visit with her. While frustrated and incredulous at some things, I felt loved, treasured and blessed beyond belief. And we have Amy.
I don't know how this all glorified Him more than my personal wishlist. But the thing is, I honestly don't care. I just know that God does and that's good enough for me. The particulars may not have been of my choosing, but I am utterly, undeniably, blessed.