On the 12th day of April, in the two-thousand and eleventh year of our Lord, Mister Nolan James Rockey entered this olde world weighing in at 7 pounds and 2 ounces. Mama Jane labored and delivered naturally in typical rawk star form, under the aid of zero pain meds, with myself and the always amazing Renee Furrow by her side. Cool. Calm. Collected.
What. A. Woman.
After less than twenty minutes of pushing, m'lady shouted, "I was right!" as our little boy was pulled into the hot white spotlights of the delivery room.
Super hawt.
To quote a friend regarding the responsibility of raising more than one child: "It just keeps getting better and stranger!" Bring on the strange! And also the orange popsicles!
Baby Jane agrees.But before things get too strange, let's just enjoy this moment of zen.
I have yet to experience a greater display of the glory of our Creator than the fruit of all of our exhausting journeys through infertility and child loss. 
I CANNOT wait to meet him!!
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Elisa
Praise the Lord, I couldn't be happier for you. He is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteAAAAHHHH!!! We can't wait to meet him! We love his name! Fantastic job to all of you!
ReplyDeleteWe must be your good luck charm... the last folks to see you before going into labor, and Nolan and Aedan sharing a birthday. Completely awesome.
Total radness. We never would have predicted such a grand conclusion to a wild night of finger foods. Yahtzee!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! Welcome little bitty Nolan. May you grow in wisdom an truth and favor with God and man. The Rockey name goes on! Thanks be to God! May your life always bring Him glory! Love, Aunt T
ReplyDeleteRejoicing with you and your precious family! God is good!
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