After giving birth to my first child when his birthday came along I recall thinking a birthday is a celebration of mom AND child. After all growing the baby, delivering him, nursing and growing together—well precisely, you do it all together.
Right now I am sitting here creating my youngest child’s special gift for her 35th birthday, which happens this Sunday.
I still recall the night of her arrival like it was yesterday. With your permission I’m going to do some thinking out loud here as I see her gift come together in my mind’s eye then in a movie with an original song—which will come to me in time to complete the movie. (That is how my creative process flows.)
When she was born the norm was not yet natural childbirth. In the teaching hospital we were known as the couple with the list—of how we wanted to be treated during the birthing process and afterward.
Shall we say the hospital staff was less than pleased when we showed up—our reputation preceded us? Without going through all the details of the birth know my daughter crowned for 5 minutes—she was supposed to be born September 4 and tried to come on September 3. Consult a top notch astrologer to understand the significance there.
She was born with too short an umbilical cord to allow her to nurse immediately—had to wait for the placenta to be born and then—cripesy—she didn’t know how to nurse—no instinct there—except for fingers—no milk there!
Anyway, some interesting stuff followed our birthing in the middle of the night.
We had forgotten to bring diapers along. We were in a huge university hospital, right? Not a diaper to be found! We wrapped our precious treasure in blankets and hoped for the best.
Time to leave—the staff would not bring us a wheel chair (you might imagine a 5 minute long crown caused a nasty tear). Isn’t it hospital policy to never let a patient walk out of the hospital but to wheel them out?
Fortunately, at that late hour no one had taken way the wheel chair on which I rode in so my husband wheeled us out. We got into the car and picked up her big brother. OMG, what an amazing high—my family all together in peace, love and deep gratitude.
If you are a mom or mom-to-be recognize things don’t always go as planned, no matter how detailed your list may be! AND everything will always come out perfectly the way the Universe meant for it to happen.
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