Finally, the birthing tub. That water was sent from God. Embracing me with its warmth. Angels whispered to me that I could do this. Hallelujah. I relaxed. My husband put a cool wet handkerchief on my forehead. I felt his strong presence. I knew my little girl was on her way.

birth storiesAnne Kathryn RiceOctober 9, 2016Genoa birth, centro nascita, hospital, birth stories, umbilical cord, placenta, urge to push, labor, breastfeeding, Italy Comments