The day was calm and easy, I never would’ve imagined he would be arriving Earthside that evening.
I spent the morning snuggling older sister [name_f]Maeve[/name_f], singing with her loudly, watching our favorite movie, and sharing raspberries from the comfort of the couch. All with intention of taking it slow, knowing the following morning I would be 40 weeks.
Contractions began around 5 pm dinner time. I spent the first few of them in denial; laughing around with the family, my husband, baking bread, rolling around on my ball, swaying and rocking throughout my house.
I eventually put [name_f]Maeve[/name_f] to bed, set up my birthing space with twinkle lights, the birth pool, brushing out my hair, putting on my birth playlist, taking little steps to ensure the atmosphere was at ease. Inside, I felt in control and grounded to the sensations, outside, my vocalizations were becoming animalistic albeit the surroundings serene.
[name_f]Baby[/name_f] boy was born resiliently, with an intensity, a determination; slow and steady were not apart of the final moments of his birth. I surrendered entirely to my body and trusted it knew what it was doing. He was met with an urgency to be born Earthside and so I matched that with the force of my entire being. I pushed him out on hands & knees, then with one leg lifted, within the soft of my own bed.
Our son was born and the entire world went on pause. The flood of emotions was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced outside of birth—I was calm, exhausted, relaxed, filled with relief, determination, and full of all absorbing love. It felt like time stood still, and nothing existed except my son and my swollen heart as it opened to a new version of itself.
Welcoming our sweet love and our littlest cub:
[name_m]Asa[/name_m] [name_m]Tobias[/name_m] [name_m]Cole[/name_m]
