i took these photos and wrote these words near asher’s first
birthday. they have sat on my computer since then, but i love them and want to share,
almost a year later ;)
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of course we mothers all say it and it is true now for me as well: i
can’t believe a year has passed. it’s so funny and amazing for me to look back
upon my life at all the separate seasons that i’ve gone through. roman’s birth
changed me in a million ways. going through childbirth for the first time was fascinating and life
altering. i remember for the longest time i would just think back to his birth in wonder.
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having roman introduced me to a million ideas and interests that i never knew i’d have. i literally fell in love with breastfeeding. i fell in love with the
family bed. i became enamored with baby wearing. and then my interest in
natural childbirth was born. there are really several reasons that I became
interested in natural childbirth. 1. i found out during roman’s birth that i
have scoliosis which apparently made it difficult for me to correctly receive
the epidural. related to that, i had a tough recovery from his birth and i hoped to just
avoid both of those problems right off the bat. 2. roman’s birth was a textbook
picture perfect birth. my ob even thanked me for such a great birth. i remember
feeling like God would bless me with a lovely birth because my pregnancy was
absolutely horrifying. 3. the challenge. and 4. i purely just totally head over
heels fell in love with the idea of natural childbirth.
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natural childbirth in
the end doesn’t change a thing. birth is birth and motherhood is what truly
matters. but for me, i just wanted it so much. i don’t know how else to explain
it. it was just a natural extension of all the things that make my heartbeat. i
read anything i could get my hands on about birth. i planned and hoped and
dreamed. i struggle intensely with fear, so of course I was terrified of
natural childbirth. but i was also obsessed. thinking about pulling my baby out
of the water and into my arms and feeling that euphoria of doing it my own way
just made me feel real.
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and after laboring all through the evening, night and morning at home, laboring in the car on the
hour long country drive, laboring at wendy’s and laboring at the hospital for
about four hours, i really did it. it was different than what i had read. it
was perfect in a lot of ways. except the pain of course. does that even make sense? no, no of course it doesn’t. but birth really doesn’t make any sense at all. in
whatever context you give birth, it is magical and wonderful and horrible and
painful and blissful and perfect all wrapped into one. it doesn’t make sense
and yet it makes more sense than anything in the world. i think that is why i
love it so much. i guess i felt like by doing it natural, maybe i could get
closer to it. and maybe, just maybe, by touching birth, i could hold onto its
magic a little longer, and carry it with me a little stronger in my soul. oh
there are literally a hundred things I could say about natural childbirth. i am
so totally passionate about it.
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alas, here i am over a year later. my thoughts about my
birth with asher are a tangled web of different things. I have so many words
and raw tender feelings. in the end, my birth was completely and utterly
intervention free and it was amazing and went beautifully. it was a fleeting moment in my
life. it doesn’t make me a better mother or a better person. at all. but it is
part of my story. it is a dream and a hope fulfilled. which is also the way I
would describe asher’s presence in my life.
