A bit about her birth.

I'm behind in blogging. I have pictures and stories I'm dying to share and yet the time to do so seems to be perpetually getting away from me. My days are spent immersed in Navi-play and my evenings are spent catching my breath and spending time with Chris or working on printing shirts for my (hopefully opening soon) Etsy shop. All this being said, blogging has taken a back seat and I'd reallyyyy like to play catch up on here this week. Wish me luck. Navi turned two last week (on the 3rd to be exact) and it was such a wonderful and emotional time for me. I shared this bit about her birth on my Instagram last week and I just wanted to have it saved on this space too.... side note: I wrote briefly about birth before in this post (here). 

I've been debating back and forth about whether or not I want to share my birth story. I heard a quote once in one of my anthropology classes "there is a secret in our culture, and it's not that birth is painful- but that women are strong." I love that. And though my labor and delivery is always something I've kept very private... Just for us...I do believe in the power of sharing, especially when it comes to birth. I told Chris I didn't want to share her story for her. He told me it really isn't the story of her being born, it's the story of me being born as a mother. This abbreviated version is what I feel most comfortable with...

I went into labor around 1am and delivered Navi a little after 5pm. I listened to my iPod and walked laps around the downstairs and sat on my yoga ball until it was time to get in the tub. I labored and progressed very quickly for a first timer but the pushing stage was another story (5hrs worth of pushing to be exact). In the tub and out of the tub and hour after hour Navi's little heartbeat stayed strong. 

I hit the "I can't do this anymore" stage and then surprised myself when I kept right on doing for another three hours. Time kind of warped in on itself, building up to an epic moment of exploding light when my tiny baby finally made her earth side arrival. She was born underwater and after untangling her umbilical cord she was brought up to the surface and into my arms. For a solid ten minutes I just held that little body close and cried. We all cried. Our midwives reminded us that we still didn't know if the baby was a boy or girl so we agreed it was probably time to check ;) it was a beautiful day... the most challenging, soul baring, beautiful 16 hours of our lives. It moved me, changed me, and at the end of it all we had a brand new life to show for it. 

I think any way that a mother is born, be it in a hospital, an orphanage, the back of a car or in a blow up pool in her bedroom, is beautiful, it's all beautiful. Despite the fact that recovery was challenging as hell, and as crazy as it may sound, I truly look forward to the day I give birth again. 

Two trips around the sun and you've changed our spirits more than we ever dreamed possible. You are our moon and stars, sweet girl. Thank you for making me a mama. Happy happy birthday.

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  1. What a beautiful story!! I completely agree with you, it's not about the pain it's about how strong we are!

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  2. Beautiful! Happy birthday sweet Navi :) It's funny, I was going through some boxes in my basement last night and came across my birth photos from my doula. She had written down all the details so I wouldn't forget...it's amazing to think that that was me she was writing about! That we brought life into this world!

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    1. I found the same detail logs that my midwives wrote out about my birth... it was so crazy reading what they wrote, in a way that day seems like yesterday and in other ways it seems like a million years ago, you know?!

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  3. I loved this on IG, too... Beautiful!!! Thanks for sharing! :)

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    1. Thanks, Leah!...You're the sweetest! <3

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