Before
he was born, we took classes. Multiple classes. We watched videos, practiced
breathing and back-massage, spoke of bathtubs and yoga balls, folded diapers in
groups and practiced CPR on baby dolls. Some things can never be truly
understood until you experience them. In the end, her labour thirty-seven hours
from beginning to end. Thirty-seven hours. The midwife compared it to running
five marathons. She was exhausted. I was exhausted. Stunned as our newborn pulled
himself to the breast. Baby skin to skin as I quietly wept, and our new trio
drifted from anxiety to relief.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
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