Pause. Breathe. Repeat.

so much of parenting is just like birth…

riding waves,

the ups and downs,

ins and outs,

of meeting your child where they are at,

pushing…

but not too hard.

When the deepest pain of labor sets in,

the tantrums, the sleepless nights and tired afternoons,

the heartache of their sorrow, and yours

the knowing that these moments are endless and yet passing far too fast…

Pause. Breathe. Repeat.

Again and again until the wave crashes down over you,

slides towards shore,

and laps back against your well worn body.

Your body that knows this,

knows just how to handle this.

Your body, not your mind.

Your body knows to dig your feet into the sand

steady yourself

loosen your grip

invite movement

roll with it

protect your head

EMbrace yourself and your child

and then stand up laughing.

Sure maybe your licking salt off your face, or theirs…

tear stained cheeks never made anyone less beautiful.

Pause. Breathe. Repeat.

Riding waves, giving birth, parenting these beings brought to you…

it’s all one in the same.

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Beloved Birth

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A walk to get things moving. No signs of labor at this point in the day, all sunshine and smiles.
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Around 11:30 pm (maybe?). Labor began at 9:30, and all our people made it here just in time.

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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.