Three months ago I welcomed my baby girl into my arms. I have been deliberating whether or not to post my birth story here on my blog. I decided not to (if you email me, I will send it to you) but I do want to share news of her arrival and what a joyous and healing journey this past year has been.
The nine months were not without challenge. My partner accepted a new job before I discovered I was pregnant, and we moved from New Mexico to Montana during my first trimester. I was extremely sick again with nausea and vomiting. Many months are a blur. I have no idea how I packed and unpacked a house and moving truck, drove three days with a toddler, and moved into a new house! I was dead tired and constantly falling asleep while my two year old climbed all over me. I think there were weeks, and maybe months, when all I ate were rice cereal and gluten-free waffles. But she grew quietly and sweetly and let me have the peace I needed when I was able to surrender to it.
I was able to move through my pregnancy and birth guided primarily by my own intuition and desires. How freeing it was!
My daughter remained quite a mystery all the way to the end. She was much smaller than my first, and was only a fraction as active. She stayed in one position the entire time, and kept herself nicely flexed and anterior thank heaven and earth! Her birth was glorious, painful, surprising, primal, divine. She sleeps. She laughs. She sits happily in my arms. Many of you know my journey through my son’s first years and you know I needed this!