My UItimate Trust Birth Story

Well, another birthday in my house. It is my ultimate trust birth story, it is my Benjamin and he will be 17 tonight.
We moved to Mississippi in January of 1991 and found out we were pregnant shortly there after. We didn't know anyone of childbearing age in the area. We just picked an OB out of the phone book. It didn't take long to realize that the relationship wasn't going to work out. So I just finished my prenatal care on my own. I realized that this baby wasn't wanting to turn and was going to be breech. I knew that my mother was born at home and was breech. She turned out just fine so I figured we could do this. But I didn't have the guts to tell my dh, Dan. Instead, I waited to tell him when my water broke and there was meconium. I knew the birth was getting close at that point. I gave Dan a copy of "Heart and Hands" turned to the delivery of a breech. I told him, he needed to read it and be prepared. It proceeded as a textbook breech. When Ben's body was born, Dan covered him and helped rotate him in the direction, he was turning. As Dan was doing this, Nicholas, who was almost 4, proceeded to tell his father "Don't break the Benjamin". It was truly a wonderful birth, with all my children present and his father gently (well, maybe not so gently in Nicholas' eyes) helping him into the world.
In the picture, he doesn't normally wear flowers in his hair. I made the spray for Maggie's casket and I gave the uncles, grandfathers and other important male relatives a white carnation from the spray. The female relatives got the pink rosebuds.