Amos's first day and my Grandfathers last

Hey, Brent here. I am way overdue to add to Sarah's extremely thorough and loving account of our son Amos's amazing entrance into this world.

Sarah, as you may have gathered, is one incredible lady.  In this particular instance, this particular incredible lady worked for 30 hours or so to birth Amos the way she wanted and then graciously gave permission to the pros to do what they had to do to get him out.

By the morning when Amos was finally autonomous, complete and utter exhaustion had set in for both Sarah and me. As she has mentioned, she had this little disagreement with the rather healthy serving of morphine that she was given...and so on the first day of the rest of Amos's life, Sarah was rendered mercilessly nauseated.

My parents played a really big role that day.  My mother had flown to NJ a little less than a week prior to be with my Grandfather. He had just been admitted to the ICU and she and her sisters, fearing that his decline would be rapid, decided to travel to be with him. As his health leveled out just slightly, my mom decided to head back to Colorado to take care of some things so that she could come back out to help with the baby once Jackie (Sarah's mom) had to head back. So either fate or providence or both had it that the day she traveled up to NYC to be ready for an early departure the next morning wound up being the night that Sarah went into labor. My mom changed her plans and my dad decided to fly out so that they could meet their young grandson the next day. Well, as Sarah's account does an incredible job in describing, hours of labor turned into days of labor, vaginal birth turned into a Caesarean birth and a recovery time turned into several more hours of shaking and morphine induced nausea. So, by the time my parents got to the hospital, with Sarah finally sleeping the deepest sleep of her life, I broke down in a way that they hadn't seen since I was probably twelve. They were there that day to help me be the dad that I needed to be but did not yet know how to be.

My Grandfather did pass away a short time later and we celebrated his life at a Memorial Service for him on July 25 at America's Keswick Conference Center in New Jersey. If any one is interested, there was a blog set up for him at baraws.blogspot.com.

Thank you all for your prayers throughout this amazingly hard time for our family.  We have grown through it all.  

Baby Amos is awesome.