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Her Own Woman

Kathryn is here now. She was born Sunday night, 5:57 p.m., and weighed 7 pounds, 10 oz., and measured 20.25 inches long. Kim was in labor since about 9:00 a.m. Saturday. After hours of waiting and miles of walking around that hospital, Kim never progressed beyond 6 cm. Every time we came close to making a decision about what to do next, it seems Kathryn would change the game on us and we would have to wait for another couple of hours to see what would happen next. We almost went to the OR at least twice before we finally did because Kathry would do this or that. She was letting us know she was in charge. After whe was born I stood with her in the nursery while they cleaned her up and checked her out. She cried for a while and then got real calm and collected. I watched her as she sized me up with her eyes, took a good look around the room, and then looked at me and kind of smirked knowingly. I got the distinct impression that she was very much amused by everything that had gone on the past couple of days. I laughed out loud and I know everyone thought I was crazy. But Kathryn just held my hand and smirked at me while I laughed. After this I took some pictures of her and got to email one to my church so they could see her during the Sunday night worship service. Isn't technology something?

Kim was so brave and beautiful thoughout the whole process. God was wise to allow women the responsibility of birth. Kim is so strong and courageous. Her biggest complaint was that she had not eaten since noon on Saturday and she was starving. After the surgery she was sick to her stomach in a big way. I want everyone to know that my wife is my hero. Michael, Kathryn and I are so blessed.

I will take Micheal down to see her this morning. Thank you to everyone for your prayers and love for my family. I'll have more information later. I know what you really want are pictures so here they are.

Here's a picture of Michael when he was born...
Now here's a picture of Kathryn. Are they related?












Comments

Debra said…
Congratulations!!!! I'm so excited for ya'll (I'm especially glad it is you and not me! HAHA!) I was looking at the pictures thinking that she looked like Michael and then I got to the last couple and WOW there is definately some simalarities there. Enjoy her. We can't wait to see her, just wish we could touch her now! Give Kim our love. DEBRA
Anonymous said…
She looks very pleased with her Daddy. Congratulations!
ME said…
Congratulations! She is beautiful! As a mom of a girl who took her ever loving time to enter this world...trust me, it's going to be a wild ride!
She is beautiful! Hope all is well...we miss you and can't wait to see Michael and Kathryn...and ohhh my do they ever look alike!
Congrats! She is precious and definitely favors her big brother! Love you guys ~ Shelby
Patsy Wright said…
She is gorgeous! And look at all that hair!
Anonymous said…
Must be smart. She picked a wonderful day to be born...my birthday! She's gorgeous guys. Congratulations!

Heather Kelley

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