Thank you for not bleeding……
by Growing Flowers
So there was definitely a recent moment (maybe 10), when I wondered why I midwife. I found myself, in between births, lying in the darkened “pink room” on the bed. I had planned on lying there and crying and feeling overwhelmed. You know – I wanted to embrace it all. But the phone rang and it was a “trying not to be frantic” postpartum mama. So I talked to her extensively instead. And by the end of the conversation, before I had any time to muster up any real tears, the door to the Birth Center opened (again) and a not so cheery hello was called!
Five hours later, the baby I caught redeemed my entire life choice. It made up for the missed evenings with the girls, the warm bed I have to leave in the middle of the night, often. It made up for the cold and dark car I drive to births in the middle of night with – shivering so intensely that I feel like I cannot even steer! It made up for the 3:00 am lull, the painful, bodily sensation of exhaustion. (The hard table on my forehead feels like the ultimate luxury.)
This work is an experience of superlatives. Each single birth.
The lack of bleeding that ensued in this birth freed me to love my calling again. My clothing was cleaned by hydrogen peroxide, my skin scrubbed with soap and water and my heart by this mama and baby.
Ist es zu früh zu sagen: Ich liebe dich! Du bist toll. Ich will in deinen Worten und Gedanken baden, Kiersten.
Es ist nicht zu fruh und nicht oft genug! Danke, fur dich schreibe ich! <3
K