Thursday, January 31, 2008

home again

There is nothing quite as satisfying as walking in my door following a birth. I wander around the kitchen, find a snack, talk to Majestic (she doesn't care what time it is) send out texts to my loved ones and climb into bed. The birth hangover is a mix of fatigue, joy, the wonder of the miracle EVERY TIME, and mental replays of the whole blessed thing. There is no such thing as a "cookie cutter" birth. Even for the same mama, each story has its own words. For me, there is something learned EVERY TIME. Today I find myself naturally drifting to the power of last night's birthing, Little A. and Big D. and their new baby girl, surrounded by the grammies and aunties. We all worked so hard. The chemistry of the team was just as it should be. There was trust, respect and so much love. Healthy soups on the stove didn't hurt either! So as I tuck this one away and prepare the the next ones, I give thanks to a gracious Father that heard my plea for wisdom and guided my hands to bring a little sweetie to an earthly family. Thanks also to you loved ones that send me messages of encouragement, offer up little prayers and check to see if I'm safely home. That is what gets me through when my own energy has long run out. Nursing this birth high for as long as I can. . .

6 comments:

Steen said...

your snack was beans.

naturaljoy said...

Hmmmm... I hope we can provide you with a great birth experience:) It will be an experience either way.

lovely lindsay said...

i wonder if your ladies know that there are atleast a handful of women out in the world that are sending our love out to you and them on their "birth day." we all stick close to our phones... calling eachother to see who's heard the latest.
what a cool thing to be a part of.
love, lin

Mr. Furious said...

...birth is just the beginning...

Pres&Jes said...

hi caiti.

BirthLady said...

So I read this blog and miss my time working with Monica, MY homebirth midwife. It's been ages since I attended a homebirth. There are some very lovely hospital births, but they are few and far between and get mixed with a plethera of by the book hospital births. I miss that homebirth atmosphere. It also makes me worry about my path in school. Initially, the plan is to become a nurse. I just don't know if I can work on a maternity unit (doesn't that sound cold and clinical) and not get fired on a daily basis for what I might say or do. I'm not sure where this college path will take me. I want to work with YOU CATHY! Maybe we will all pack up and move out to be with you!!