His Voice

After a c-section, and while the Daddy takes the baby to the nursery, there is a period of time (probably 30 minutes or so) that you are there in the operating room all alone. I dread this time more than anything in the world. It was especially hard for me this go around because I was not able to go to sleep while they were finishing things up. While I was lying there listening to my Dr. and the nurses, I felt an overwhelming peace come over me. I could literally hear my Dad's voice. I can't explain it, but I could hear him sigh and say, "Ohhh Brandea"...just as if he had seen Mallary for the first time. It was his proud Poppa voice. I know it may sound silly, and some might say it was the anesthesia making me feel this way, but I know that was my Dad's voice. Thinking about it now almost takes my breath away. I choose to believe that God allowed my Dad to be there in that moment, and that God was showing His love to me by allowing me to hear his voice.