a birth – day one

When Baby D was born, he was born crying and robust. His APGAR scores were high: 9 and then 10. His colour was good. He appeared healthy and strong. We placed him skin to skin on my chest, and as he calmed his breathing settled into small rhythmic moaning sounds. We thought they were adorable. He was adorable.

a birth – the beginning

Birth stories make me cry. They touch on something really tender within me – a deep joy, a longing, a sadness. They trigger memories of the feeling of completion that comes when as moms we welcome our newborn for the first time. They trigger memories of an unmatched joy. And sometimes, they trigger memories of pain, of trauma, of loss.