This third pregnancy was a gift in so many ways. Our small family connected deeper with each other while we settled into a busy life. Supported by my partner, I carved out pockets of time daily to nurture myself. I processed many emotions while focusing on the birth experience I desired. And, I grew a wee bit closer to the mother I strive to be to my two small ones that were presently here.
I’m honored now to know an amazing woman and midwife — my midwife, who deeply cared for and honored the birthing experience I strived to have. She was gentle and kind, full of history and love. I was always settled by her presence and wish I had more time by her side so to absorb her amazingly peaceful energy and wisdom.
I am deeply fortunate to have a community of friends who supported and nurtured not only me, but also my whole family throughout my pregnancy and these few first weeks as a family of five. We’ve had the comfort of family in town and I’ve learned a bit more how to ask for help.
And, now, I have three beautiful, sweet and delicate children, each full of distinct unfolding life.
In an attempt to express my thanks to some of the people who have helped ground and guide me in such a vulnerable and transitional time, a bit of handmade goodness was in order — knit nesting bowls to be precise.