Today is our first day home alone together. Daddy is back at work, and big brother is with grandma for the day. We are taking it slow and easy. D is a cat napper, and constant nurser, which means a whole lot of not much else gets done. But that’s ok right? That’s what this time is for.
I have been feeling anxious lately. Anxious about what life is going to be like… a newborn, an energetic three year old, and a second baby to take care of in the mix. It’s going to be a little crazy for sure. I’ve felt my anxiety turn to grasping at times. Grasping for control, order, calm. But really, are those things so important? I doubled up on therapy appointments last week to try and preemptively get a handle on my stuff. But what I learned from said therapy is a. My stuff is normal, and b. I’m totally capable of dealing with things as they arise, and worrying about them before they do arise is pointless. Also c. The best takeaway from our couples session was when our therapist enthusiastically looked at us and said, “this is so exciting, you guys are building an empire!”.
So, yes. We two normal parents, like so many others in the world, are doing the important work of building an empire. In the day to day of meals and bedtimes, diapers and laundry, discipline and play, stories and snuggles, we are creating and shaping the future members of our world. And it’s nothing to be anxious about, it’s just something to enjoy, and maybe even be proud of.
It’s been three weeks since our baby decided to make his way into the world, or rather since his mama pulled out all the (natural) tricks to force him out. His birth, as intuited,was lightning fast and firey. A three and a half hour labor. It was intense and powerful. Yet beautiful and calm. Our team of midwives, grandmothers, husband, and friend, made the atmosphere lively in just the right amount. Big brother slept peacefully upstairs (with the help of grandma) through the whole thing. Which to this mama is amazing and kind of unbelievable due to the lioness roaring that took place. Truly I think I roared this baby out.
Born into the water and caught by his mama, David Aiden Weisman entered this earth on the night of the full Cold Moon. His name means Beloved Fire. He was 9.7 lbs of love (he’s more now). The experience of this birth, being home, being supported and loved all the way through it, was incredible, empowering, and like all births, unforgettable.
We are in extreme gratitude to our midwife, Erika Beecher of Seven Hills Miwifery. Her care was and is astounding. Thank you for holding space for all that this birth meant to us, and for ushering in our baby with grace and love. Also a huge thank you to Cailin Duram, friend and photographer, who is responsible for all of these beautiful photos (except the selfie at the top). We are so grateful to be able to look back at this experience and remember it with joy.
Birth is always beautiful. We are grateful that this birth turned out exactly as we’d hoped for, that mom and babe are healthy, and that birthing at home is possible and safe in our neck of the woods as it should be everywhere.