A note about Elyas' birth

I was just reading his story and it made me think of something I didn't mention. in those hours between waking up and calling the midwives (well, not the moments I was sitting on the toilet *ahem*), I recall feeling an odd sense of quiet peace. Like it was my last moments to sit and be by myself for a long time (as a second time mother, you know the value of this. before my first birth I was nothing but excited to meet that baby). Those hours to myself, quietly timing my contractions in a silent, sleeping house... very peaceful way to begin to birth a baby.