Gosh, it's such a super cool priveledge to watch a baby be born at home. Mama goes into labor. Daddy and big sister sleep until things get intense. Then big sis heads to the neighbors house for a little play date and dad starts his work putting pressure wherever mom needs it and letting her know she's doing great work. Then, slowly, a few people start to quietly trickle in. Not many words are said, but the the midwives are there to watch and wait. They trust that mom's body knows what to do, they know so much just from mom's vocalization.
And then all of a sudden, baby arrives, and the room changes from focused and intense to joyous. This little person, known but hidden from view for so long, is finally here to be seen. Mom and Dad lay beside each other eating breakfast and taking in babies eyes and fingers and feet and cheeks and hair.