The Birth of August
The birth of my fourth baby was so much more than the birth of one sweet, squishy baby boy. His birth summed up so much of my adult life. I've now birthed four babies of my own, been witness to the births of many babies and with them the births of many mothers and fathers and grandparents and sbilings, and I've given birth to my passion and career as a doula. So I went into this birth, the birth of my last baby, with much intention and reflection. I felt that I could draw on the strength and courage (not to mention fantastic playlist ideas) I'd witnessed in all the women I'd supported. In a way, I felt surrounded and lifted up by these women. And I had no fear. I've personally had so many varied experiences during birth, foley catheter, pitocin, cervidil, preeclampsia, waterbirth, and I've witnessed so many other variations during birth that I was mentally prepared. I was ready and the raging cold I had that lasted weeks and turned out to be pneumonia made me even more ready.
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