We had the nurses bring him close enough so we could see his body, but we unveiled him slowly. We talked through every part of his broken body and our hearts felt a fullness growing in them. We loved him more with each new inch revealed. Sure, his abnormalities were not a picture of something one would be drawn toward; I think Jeff and I both understood that. But we thought he was amazing. This was the moment of greatest joy and pride for us. Finally he was in my arms and I was a queen. We kissed his little feet and loved him so much. The thought of letting him go was far from our minds, we were with him now and head over heels in love with our Jonan Eilam. Yet another prayer answered.
Sometime in here the placenta also delivered intact, with absolutely no tearing, bleeding or complications whatsoever. Every best case scenario had happened. More prayers heard and answered. I had birthed Jonan in the hands of the Lord.
We closed our time with family with a priestly blessing by Father Kevin Miller. This was a beautiful and terrible time. I just held my son for the first time and now I have to release him. “Oh, God, give me the strength. My heart is broken.” With family around, priestly words spoken, prayers, and holy water, we commended Jonan Eilam Pelletier into the Lords hands. There were many, many tears.