Today is a rainy Monday in the mountains. It’s been sweet though. I just got word that the first baby born whose parents completed my childbirth class series was born! The birth went wonderfully and mom and babe are doing great! This makes me smile no matter how hard it rains.
Birth for me is the biggest miracle. In everything pregnancy, labor, and birth is, you can’t deny that it is miraculous. I don’t care if you are the most spiritual person in the world, or think spirituality is a crock, I believe everyone agrees that the act of birth is amazing.
It was about 40 minutes ago today, two years ago that my water broke in Karma Cafe on busy Bardstown Rd. in Louisville, Kentucky while I waited with John and Deladis for our dinner and my journey to my Ivy began. She was born on the 28th at 2:12am chubby and red with a head full of black hair and fuzzy ear lobes.
I loved being pregnant. I loved my large, hard, round belly. I loved waiting for her and not knowing if she was a boy or girl. I loved labor. The ebbs and flows, as hard as some of the waves were to ride. To hold her was real rest. To nurse her was completion of a life cycle. To be her mother is a gift. Pregnancy and birth is a true gift.