Sometimes the sweetest of things we have to be patient and just wait for. That is how this beautiful birth started.
Water broke and as the hours and day passed, nothing. The waves began out of the stillness of the night shooting her like a rocket into transition where all she could do it make it across the room and onto the floor.
Transition is that space that most women feel like the task at hand is impossible where they try with the few words they have available to convince us they couldn’t possibly do more and yet they do.
Moments pass as husband and wife work together squeezing hips and endless tender words of encouragement are whispered.
There are frogs in the background from a nearby creek singing with excitement and as mama lays down to rest they magically seem to stop for a moment before they resume their private whimsical serenade.
Deep low moans that becomes her laboring song.
She states out loud the names of her circle of sisters that had birthed before her gleaning strength in the moment from their own power stepping into the consciousness of how many woman have gone before her and how many will follow her because of her own story.
In the early morning stillness she gives birth to their second child, their first home birth.
A husband and wife navigated the intense sacred nectar of birth and as we left them tucked into bed we know they are savoring the sips of this new journey one sweet moment at a time.
We adore your sweet family.