The middle pic is a nice one of Bernd helping me through this tough time too.
(Although when my contractions became almost unbearable, I asked "please" can I have an epidural for the pain, but Bernd insisted that I do not.) *I was SO mad that I couldn't have something for the pain since I was already so emotionally sad about this whole situation. However, later I was thankful (once it was over) that I could recover without the pain killers. Oh well, it was a toss up situation.
I was super thankful that my awesome Midwives were the ones that were the ones that caught Michael on his arrival into the world. They used 'pressure points' to relieve pain, and they were knowledgeable on what herbs to use for birthing and female issues. They were both caring, patient and inspired. It was all orchestrated by God and went as planned and so well, I was truly blessed beyond comprehension!
I have to laugh at my funky hair style. (lol) At that time, I was growing my hair out from a 'short' hair style and it was easier to 'perm' my hair to make it more manageable while it grew...of course I remind myself of a clown...perfect timing...HA!