Landon is 2 weeks old now, and I have family and friends waiting for these pictures. So here they are! The birth story itself is in the pictures (minus a few details :), but the (big) miracles leading up to the birth are written in the story below.
It was miraculous, the way everything played out. Many wondered, but none more than us how Landon would enter this world---would Scott make it back in town for it? Would we deliver while we were out of town ourselves? There were so many unknowns because the timing of everything was completely out of our control. Two of the most important and exciting things for our future were happening at the same time---the birth of our son, and 3 months of away rotations and interviews at residency programs across the U.S. where Scott would train as a doctor.
We joked driving home from a week in San Antonio, (2 weeks before my due date): "Ahhhh, if only we could go into labor tomorrow morning when we are back in town and before you leave again!!!
That would be perfect!"
And it WAS.
I cried, in unbelief, when my body was telling me I was in labor the following morning--> Not because the day had finally come to bring home this baby we have been waiting years for, but because it was miraculous that Scott and I were in the same state, even the same city when it happened.
The timing was impeccable, and it was an incredible miracle that Scott got to be at the labor and delivery of Landon. Not only did he get to be there, but he GOT TO DELIVER HIM!! It was only a dream of ours, to be together and in our home city- a dream that seemed impossible to work out on our own. We always knew it was all up to Heavenly Father, bc we had absolutely no control if the baby would come in the very hours we needed him to.
All odds were against us, with Landon's due date right in the middle of Scott's 3 months of being out of town for away/traveling rotations (rotations that will determine the rest of our future for his career), me traveling with him for one portion of it and with the feeling that baby was going to come early, but not knowing when.
What were the chances we would get what we wanted, WHEN we wanted it?
Pretty much 0 except if Heavenly Father had anything to do with it.
Good thing He did.
Scott didn't believe me, and I could barely believe my own contractions. As they persisted and became more real, I cried in unbelief that it was real, our dreams were literally coming true.
We didnt know when Landon would come or how we could make it so we were with scott when he did. Scott was only to be home for one day in-between each month-long away rotation.
I can't tell you how many times our plans changed in order to accomplish being with Scott when the baby came. Each time we decided on a plan, we were later thrown for a loop and had to readjust everything. The odds seemed to get worse and worse. Out-of-town insurance fell through, Sydney had limited time she could be away from school, Scott had one more city he had to travel to, and my doctor told me that baby would most likely be early (which I had felt almost my whole pregnancy that he would). We struggled making plans and each time we did, they would change again.
Each change of plans led to another change of plans which led to GODS PERFECT PLAN. The final plan worked out in us being together as a family in our home city for Landon's labor and delivery. It could not have been more perfect.
We got back into town at 11pm the night before I went into labor, and hours before Scott was to leave town again. We were together for the whole thing, and Scott got to stay in town all week before having to go away again.
THANK YOU HEAVENLY FATHER!!!!!
An INCREDIBLE blessing!!
It was seriously SO perfect.
We named our baby boy LANDON ASHER WALTON.
Asher after his big brother in heaven, Isaac Asher Walton.
The name Landon means "long hill," which is symbolic of the journey it's been getting him here, though that's not the reason we named him Landon. We liked the name and it felt right. The long standing first name choices of Asher and Hudson were not hard to let go of with the good feeling we had with the name "Landon."
He was born on Sunday, September 27, 2015 (the night of the Super Moon!) at 10:41am
8lbs 6oz
(A generous) 21in long
He's such a sweet, heavenly babe; so very calm, content and sweet. He's super patient and super nice and innocent and pure and we love him to pieces.
When they first handed him to me, I held him so close and it felt SoooooooOOOOO good. I didn't want to let go of him.
AND NOW FOR THE PICTURES!!!
One of my very best friends Teri, who is also an excellent photographer, did our birth story photography for us. She did a beautiful job capturing precious moments from before, during and after Landon's sweet entrance into this world.
Thank you to all who prayed so hard for this day to come for us, and for things to work out exactly how they did!
OUR PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED!
Welcome to the family, Landon Asher Walton :)
WE LOVE YOU!
LANDON'S BIRTH STORY
Teri (the amazing photographer and friend!)
And a few more, taken unprofessionally
these last 2 weeks :)
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I’ve learned to live the daily life separated, in a positive way, but yearly around his birthday, I struggle to fight the deeper, underlying pain. Birthdays are earthly and time-centered—Isaac simply is not. He has progressed to the eternal realm and this defining separation is wherein the pain lies. 
God knew I needed Isaac in my life, the way that he is in my life, to battle innate weaknesses, to become better, to experience a small glimpse of the beauty of heaven in a real way. There is never a day that passes without multiple hellos from Isaac or influences from heaven, though it can be painfully beautiful to recognize them. 
