His birth video this day, a year ago :: Here
my gentle water sprite boy
my wild ragamuffin man
Your year has probably been the fastest one of my life
how impossible it is that a year has passed, and yet a life time ago – I pulled this mysterious tiny one from the waters and to my arms..
You chose to be born 14 days past 40 weeks
under the first quarter moon I knew you to be due.
as the snowdrops blossomed and the daffodils bloomed
the ewes lambing in the fields
and the first snow drifted from the sky
I woke, that night, with knowing waves rocking through my body
almost afraid to celebrate that your journey was beginning… on the cusp of being cut off from having a midwife supported homebirth.
but oh, our journey was beginning
as it had been for days leading up
the slow, gentle dance of your descent
spiralling down and letting my body expand with you
I wrote your birth story just weeks after your birth
has there ever been a birth as sweet?
I relive the ecstasy that swelled through my body
the laughter from my lips and the tears from my eyes
the kisses of passion, the joy. Dear boy. The joy you bring..
We moved in tune with each other
and I welcomed you, every bit.
I sang a bellowing ancient song for you
the song that you wrote…
the one with no words, and all the words
ancient tongue that only birthing women speak
the same song the world over, for a millennia
we danced, with you in the lead
and I followed
I followed you with hunger, with passion
I followed you with fierce love
I sunk my body into the warm waters you were to be born
a Pisces babe..
And your song changed,
the whole world opened up and ushered you forth
the most overwhelmingly full feeling
the silk crown of your head christened by my hand
the sacred moment between two worlds
you could be anything you wanted to be
and you chose to be born to me..
‘a baby! It’s a baby!’
you became.. right before her, your sister watching on
you were a mystery, a novel, a someone sometime, a movement and nudge, a lullaby heart beat, stretched skin, heavy belly. You were a new landscape for her to cuddle around, a place for her to kiss.. her hands finding you in her sleep.
and you became.
‘a baby, it’s a baby!’
our baby.. our baby. Ours.
my breath is taken
a year and a life time…
the boy who stole my heart
our world is changed forever
with the rising of the sun, our son
happy birthday my dear sweet