Joey loves her midwife.  There’s a special bond between her and Pamela that has taken place over the last 9 months and even more so over the last two weeks.  Pamela has inspired Joey and I think Joey has in turn inspired Pamela.  It’s a beautiful thing to watch.

I spent the afternoon editing in the big barn, then Hopie and I went and saw my Mom this evening for an hour.  My brothers and my sister Candy were there.  Mom was doing good and feeling well.  It had been a good day for her.  We were all thankful for that. Joey called me right before we left there.  She was having a hard time at the house

I was downloading some pics today to my computer that I took the last week and saw this one of my mother and Indiana.  Mom had driven herself to our house that morning to see the baby.  It was her first time to drive in about a month, since she’d had her stroke.  She really wanted to see her.

We went to see a pediatrician in Columbia this afternoon to have Indiana’s dry skin and a few other things looked it.  The doctor we saw was not kind, to say the least.  I’d like to think he was having a bad day, but I don’t think he was.

Our sweet baby daughter Indy was born yesterday, and in a way, I feel as though a new life was born in me also.  She is here, and our lives will never be the same.  Never.  What I will wake up for, work for, and will live for has changed forever.  It can no longer be about me.  Or just about Joey and I.  It is about her, and it is about He who gave her to us.

It doesn’t snow very often in our part of Tennessee, so when it does, it’s a grand event.  Joey and I woke up this morning and looked out the window to see beautiful snow falling all around our farm.

Today was the day to get the birthing tub ready to go.   I had never even heard of a birthing tub, but with Joey’s discovery of midwives and home birth, I’ve learned lots of new things.

After more than seven years in business, the sign on the front of Marcy Jo’s was in dire needed of replacing…