The timing of the baby's Christmas Day arrival could not have been more perfect. We all enjoyed a morning of Santa magic without a glimmer as to when Baby Brother would come. After Daddy and the big kids left for skiing, leaving me home alone with my mother and my younger daughter, the once barely noticeable contractions began to strengthen. By 1:00, I knew we would meet our baby that day.
By 2:00, I had my birth song blaring and had escaped into that Laborland haze that allows your body to move as it needs to through each contraction and calmly manage the intensifying waves. Through this process, I kept repeating to myself that our bodies are powerful and nature is wise, and reminding myself of all the amazing, strong women I know who have been through natural births and felt those same sensations.
By 3:00, the midwives arrived. I instinctually moved from walking around to getting closer to the ground as the process of moving the baby down grew nearer.
Labor intensified, pushing began. I moved naturally into a squatting position on the floor and pushed the baby out at 5:01 on Christmas evening.
After my previous homebirth, I wasn't sure anything could top it. I was wrong. This birth was fully amazing. All of the waiting, all of the trusting -- for 42 whole weeks -- led to this beautiful baby brother. Birth is incredible. The power of a woman's body to carry, birth, and nourish another life leaves me in awe. As does this little face.
Happy Holidays from our family to yours….