I witnessed a miracle on Thursday, and I think it might have been just what I needed to get me out of my recent funk. If you read my last sharepost, you know that I have been more than a little down lately about my inability to stick to my guns and lose this weight; a goal that I've been working on for over a year. I thought about it a lot last week. I came to the conclusion that it's no wonder I put something like diet on the backburner when I have so many other things going on. I'm not trying to make up excuses, but my life is a bona fide mess right now. I realized that sometimes I talk myself into believing that taking care of myself doesn't matter as much as other things. Deep down I know that's not true; I tell people all the time they need to take time for themselves. But sticking to a healthy diet and workout plan is overwhelming...almost like another job. So I just need to change the way I think about it. And Thursday's miracle is definitely going to help.
Backing up, one of my best friends in the world got pregnant with her third child almost nine months ago. I was beyond thrilled for her when she found out it was a boy, as she already had two girls. A few months later, she asked me to be present for the birth of her son. She decided on a water birth at home, free of drugs, and free of the bright lights and commotion of the hospital. I was incredibly honored that she wanted me there, and it would be the first time I would see a baby's birth.
Brooke started to dilate two weeks ago, more than a month out from her August 12th due date. So the midwives decided to go ahead and break her water on Thursday, July 22nd to make sure that they were present when she went into labor. Thirty-seven weeks is considered safe delivery range, and that day marked 37 weeks on the dot. I took the afternoon off of work as well as the next day (just in case it was an all night event) and headed to the family's house. The midwives broke Brooke's water soon after I arrived, and it didn't take long before she was in active later. In the next forty-one minutes, this incredible woman calmly and quietly gave birth to a perfect son in a pool of water with her husband and children by her side. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. The coolest part though, was what happened after he came into the world. And what happened was nothing. No eye drops, no suctioning, no shots. Just peace. Mom and Dad held the baby as long as they wanted. He breathed on his own. The cord was only cut when it stopped pulsing with life. When Brooke was ready, she got out of the water and into her bed. They weighed and measured the baby about a half hour later, stayed a while just to be on the safe side, then quietly left the family to enjoy their new son.
The experience of watching this beautiful and natural birth moved me in a way that I have not been moved in a very long time, if ever. It awakened in me some primal instinct of womanly beauty. We have within us the strength and power to birth a child, if we so choose, and to do it without the need for drugs and doctors. Wow, we are undeniably astonishing creatures! Watching my dear old friend have her son without one single sharp cry made me feel foolish for crying at all. But we are all allowed to cry. Some just choose not to, or don't feel the need to. We are all different, but we are all wonderful and strong in our own way. After this experience, my spirit feels reborn, and I feel stronger...as a woman and as a person. I know I'm strong enough to take care of me, and I just have to do it one day at a time.
Published On: July 28, 2010