
Birth and rebirth
This week my son turned 4 years old. It seems like he has been here for a minute and at the same time that I have known him my entire life. Of course this has me thinking about my pregnancy, what I was doing when I went into labor, my labor, my labor, my labor (that’s one ‘labor’ for each day), his birth, our first night all snuggled into bed together, and those postpartum weeks. I have to say- it was glorious. It wasn’t glorious because I ‘did everything right’. It was glorious because I was just able to be. … Continue reading Birth and rebirth