I’m probably ridiculously naive about this as I’ve only been to a handful of births, but I’m starting to sense a pattern. There’s something that happens at the end. It’s like a switch. You can almost feel it. Any trace of fear or doubt dissipates from the woman’s face. She settles into the moment. And with one big breath, the room fills with this incredible strength, determination, and love.
And then she does it.
She becomes a Mother for the first time or the fourth; each time equally as important as the previous. And even though through the entire labor and delivery she has the support of her Midwives and partner, in the very end it’s her power that gets the job done. It’s humbling and inspiring to witness her strength.
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Watching the Moment fill the room.
Thank you L & S for allowing me to be apart of his birth.
Thank you to Choice for always be being supportive.