Mothering, what does it mean mothering?
To be a mother is the most important unselfish act a woman can do. It is the most terrifying, fear ridden, heart stopping, nail biting, demanding, sleepless journey. It is the most absorbing, life-altering, soul searching, moving, love fest ever.
I am in transition. Like in giving birth I feel I am in transition. I thought when I gave birth that stage was unyeilding and overwhelming but now in my fifties this transition seems to put me in that state of confusion and fear of going forward. I can't stop going forward to my next stage of being a woman, I have to go with confidence knowing that on the other side of this step will be a calm or an acceptance of my new stage in life. The contractions of my mothering now is to allow myself to let my grown children be. To understand that they are no longer in need of my protection like when they were children. They need to make the mistakes that I tried to shield them from because I knew what the outcome would be. No, now I must watch their highs in life and their lows. I must be constant and supportive. I must learn to hold my tongue yet hold my arms open and let them discover their own journey in life. If I fight this, I can feel the beat in my heart thump faster and fear sets in. The mother warning lights begin to flash. My arms, my wings want to gather and hold them though I know this to be unwise. Did I not teach my children while young, of life? Did I not share daily as we played, read, lived what to understand of life they might encounter? Hold my hand while we cross the street, careful how high you climb because you will need to climb down without falling but I am here to catch you if you do fall, knives are sharp and scissors are too.
In giving birth to my babies, that stage of transition was what appeared to be an insurmountable wave that kept getting higher and higher. Each contraction brought more instability and undermined my true faith in giving birth. Just when I felt I couldn't go on, that I couldn't let my body do what it knew how to because I thought it was too hard, too painful, it was "too" everything, the shift came. The calm of being at last over the wave, into the calm, brought back to the shore. The next wave I knew I could handle because my babes tiny sphere of their crowning heads came to view and played with my heartstrings as they would appear and disappear, each contraction more closer to my arms, to my sense of smell and taste. With a whoosh their emergence to welcome cries and a swift flow to my open arms. That first kiss sealed our bond. While their umbilical cord was cut and ceased to nourish them, my breasts inside called out for my mother's milk to flow. That cry of a babe to begin the let down reflex, the tingle in my breasts, where we once again were held together, no longer in utero, but our skin touching linking us forever. I became the mother I was born to be. As in love and fiercely protective as one could be.
Yet I had to let go of the babes. I had to let them test their wings though it was hard. My invisible hand and arm stretched out to hold on but I couldn't let them see that I wanted so much to hold them. I wanted to sing my lullabies and rock them to and fro, the rhythm of the rocker that would became the beat of our hearts. I had to let go with a smile and trusting knowledge that they could and would handle whatever obstacle that came to them. My Love and I sometimes held each other with tears trickling down from our eyes to fall on our bed, the bed they were conceived upon, as we soothed ourselves knowing that those years of parenting were a gift that was of unimaginable measure. Whatever would be, we all would ride the swells of waves in storm and calm.
Now I am facing the ascension of age. I find myself confused at times in observation of my relationship with my mother. The woman who now openly talks of loving me in her limited way. The woman who did not do this with conviction or my comprehension of feeling this. I find myself mothering her. How can this be? It happens so naturally to do. As though automatically my inner mothering emotion to care comes forth. To be calming, gentle, loving to this failing woman, my mom. The rise of fear to know that I am not on the threshold of youth but on the threshold of elderhood does not escape me. I am not willing to step over yet to see the possibility of my being like my mother. I do not want this. And so I am thrust with transitional trepidation. I fear to see her die, I fear to see the continuing progression of aging though I know I should not be. It is all a part of that circle of life. I cannot stop this circle but only ride it like the pangs of labor. Not to always think of the difficult times but think of the blithesome times. Perhaps not to even try to define this time but let it be.
My children, my darling children whom I adore, treasure, I only ask your patience to me while I take baby steps right now. I am in no hurry as I was to see you learn to roll over, sit up, to walk then run. I am in no hurry whatsoever. Let me take my time and breathe in the wonders I let escape my view before. Let me run my fingers, slowly over the petals of a rose, so soft like the feel of your baby skin so long ago. Let me linger over a walk in the woods, to inhale the denseness of the wood there. Watch the way the light falls between the limbs and leaves, to see the shadow play. It is only now that I at last see such beauty with it's purity. Before I would watch and listen as you each would run over the padded forest floor and hear your voices echo off the trees. Now let me be. Share this time with me. All I ask is for you to hold my hand, let me feel your presence beside me, let me grow up because I am still doing this just as you are.
Let me birth this woman inside me.
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Friday, October 1, 2010
The birth of Megan
The day of your birth was a warm Indian Summer day, October 3rd. Somehow I felt within me that you would be born that day....I wrote this 25 years ago...I have revised it some but these are my words of that very special day.
I awoke feeling contractions, yet thought that this was just more of the false labor that I had been feeling for the past weeks off and on. Not at all uncomfortable, but they made me wonder if it could be the real thing. I took my 6:00 AM shower as I always do, made my Love lunch, ate breakfast with him and the girls, then got the girls and myself dressed for the day. After my Love left for work I started thinking more about these contractions and began to time them and jot that down on paper. Not that close together. Not that strong but they were there.
Kristin, our oldest daughter went off to Kindergarten leaving Erin, her sister and I to ourselves. I started feeling excited and alive with an inner energy that I had never felt before. It was a healing feeling that soothed over me a lot of the moods and discomforts I had experienced with this pregnancy. I felt much closer to this child within me who went through my up and down times. I sat many times in my rocking chair up in my bedroom dreaming of you my baby to be, feeling you kick and swim gracefully in your water world. I sang to you of songs of love, of the joy of being with child and of when my arms would hold you and rock you. So much inner thought waves seemed to be passing through us as though we knew our time as one would soon pass. Our life as two, mother and baby would begin...excitement and yet I would miss this time in my life as I love being pregnant. I love how my body changes, I am in awe of this gift as a woman, that I am able to nurture a life inside me. I realized this might be my last time of being pregnant and though I was wanting this baby in my arms I mourned the memory of the feeling of being pregnant. The first fluttering movements like butterfly wings, the rubbing my belly where your tiny feet stretched out , the knowing so intimately the feelings I held.
Before my Love had left for work I did not say anything about my contractions. I just didn't believe that this was it, yet I did. I don't know why.....
My contractions had started to get closer together so I thought it would be good to do something to take my mind off of them that way if it wasn't the real thing it would stop. Around 10:15 AM, Erin and I decided to go for a walk and visit a friend who lived down the street. I figured that talking would take my mind off the contractions which were now 8 to 10 minutes apart. They had begun to become more noticeable and I could positively feel them grip at me yet I could not make myself believe that this was real.
Outside was a beautiful blue sky. A very warm wind was blowing the dry leaves all around the sidewalks. Fall was just around the corner yet summer had not decided to leave yet. Cool nights, warm days. There is a unique smell this time of year and only then before the crispness of Fall begins. I shall always remember that smell and how I felt that day. I could tell it would be hot later on and I thought "Oh no! I'm going to have this baby on a hot Indian Summer day just like I kept saying I hoped I wouldn't!" Walking down the street I breathed deeply, as much for the aroma of the the air as for the comfort of the contractions. I thought of calling my Love but resisted, not yet, not till I was sure. I didn't know what sign I expected but I just waited.
It is a silly, scary, funny, overwhelming, mixed up, wonderful feeling when you realize you are walking around and you are in labor. Especially when you are without your partner. It is almost magical in what your body is doing inside.
At the time that I arrived at my friend Debbie's house until I left there, my body really began working. The contractions became much more strong yet about the same time between. I was having trouble talking and having a hard time sitting still while I was having the contractions yet I didn't want to tell Debbie. I still not believe this. At about 11:15 AM I was feeling too uncomfortable sitting when the pains came. I decided it was to time to leave. Walking home I became frightened. Here I was with a two and a half year old, me in labor yet still trying to to deny it, without my Love. Would I make it home? I felt if I could just get inside our home that I would feel more secure, that things would change. Labor would stop. I didn't feel ready. Being alone was not fun.
I made it home and even managed to fix Erin her lunch. That was not easy since at this time I was shaking. Contractions were about 5 to 8 minutes apart and at times 4 minutes. Believe it Ellen!
My mother by marriage Betty, called and I still did not let on. It was very difficult to talk and our conversation was short. She came by not too long after. I can't even remember why she came since I was so wrapped up in my contractions. She sat with Erin for a bit and played then she left. I wonder if she thought something seemed different about me?
After she left I decided I had to call my Love. I needed him badly. At the time he was building a home for his cousins about a 35 to 40 minute drive from where we lived without a phone (this was before cell phones). I was suppose to call the neighbors next door to the job but they didn't answer. Panic! I'll have the baby alone is the crazy thought I had. I remember that I can call dear Arleen and Clark who live in the town where the job is as well. Clark says he will drive over to my Love and tell him to come home. I called next to page Peggy my midwife. She calls me back within minutes. I tell her all that has happened and proceed to tell her that I hope it is not a false labor alarm. Silly me...of course it is labor! Contractions are about 3 to 5 minutes apart and I am having to use my breathing and my "Ah's" sound. The pains hurt in my lower back and I hope that this will not be back labor as with my other two labors.
Erin is being so good. I try to explain why I am swaying and saying "Ahhhhh" but she must think mommy is weird. Please Peggy, my Love and Sandy the other midwife who is to help at the birth, please come now! This is really it! I was feeling so emotional. Talking to Peggy on the phone I was almost in tears. I wondered if I could hold it together till they arrived.
It seems like forever before my Love comes home but at last he arrives. It must have been around 1:00 PM. I was so relieved to have him home with me. I would be able to have our baby! We gave each other a big hug. I was giddy and I was shaky. My Love thought he should call my mom to get Erin and Kristin as was the plan. This would keep my mother busy instead of hovering over us all making me nervous. No answer so we finally leave a message at Papa's office. Next he calls Betty to come back over as she is the back up for the girls. Then he calls Mary who is to take photos of the birth. Lastly he calls Sue is sister to come as she is to be at the birth as well. In the meantime Erin is quite happy playing by herself, with no care in the world.
I am rocking and swaying my hips with my contractions which have become much closer together and longer in duration. I barely have time in between to talk to my Love. About 1:15 Sandy the other midwife arrives. She does a check on me and I am dilated to 5 centimeters. I am delighted! She calls Peggy to let her know how I am doing and that I am moving along. This will not be a long labor and tells Peggy to hurry. She also wanted to know where Kay, the Midwife in training, is as she is not here and she has most of the equipment needed.
My poor Love, he thought he would be able to take a shower before all the activity built up. Forget that! He and Sandy get our bed ready for the birth, bottom sheet, waterproof pad and another bottom sheet that have been ready in a bag are put on. About that time Betty arrives to tend to Erin. She is very excited and spreads such good cheer for us all.
My contractions sometimes come back to back. Double wammies as I call them. Standing and leaning against the wall or my Love is the most comfortable position for me with my swaying hips as I say my "Aaahhhhs", keeping my mouth soft and open just as I want my body to be. Open and relaxed to let this baby move down and out.
My mom, Sue and Kay arrive, I hardly look up to say "hello", I'm too busy working! Peggy makes it with her nine month old son and her Au Pair. I feel so content that she has come. I need her gentle, familiar presence as she was my midwife for Erin and also my childbirth teacher. She is my mentor, she is the guiding force for me, I can't imagine her not here. Another check, baby is doing great.
I am so hot. The suggestion of a shower comes up. No, but a bath sounds wonderful to me. A delicious cool bath. The contractions like it too. Enough to cool me down as well but then I start to feel caged and disoriented. Where do I go? I am so unsettled as where to be in my home. Do I walk some more, should I sit or lie down? I begin to tire of this labor business. All three midwives decide on another check and I can hardly believe them when they say I am 8 centimeters! Then it is back to breathing, walking, standing, breathing, and swaying.
The next check comes not long after the last one because they notice that I am sounding like I am bearing down. I'm not sure really if I'm beginning to push or not but I do feel different. In between contractions I feel great. In fact they seem to have let up a bit.
Mary the photographer arrives just in time to hear that I am fully dilated. So fast! I don't believe any of them. I feel too clear in my head. Where was transition?
Sandy and Peggy
My waters were still intact but bulging. The question came up as to whether we should break them. We decide to. The sensation of that feeling is warm and dreamy but only for seconds because then my contractions become quite intense and in earnest.
I change to a side position but quickly decide that feels uncomfortable and awkward for me. The pushing really hurts. I don't like this one bit. When will this baby pop out? I go to a semi-sitting position and Peggy tells me to look at the mirror to see our baby's head as it peeks and hides and then I see the crowning of our baby. I begin to feel in touch with this little baby who wants out as much as I want he / she out. I feel so impatient! I also become scared since it seems it is taking forever. The excitement in the room builds and my efforts of pushing take on a urgency within me. The feeling of letting go, to allow your body to release and let birth happen is difficult for me. I know that if I let go that the pain will be real. I know I can handle this as I did before, I know that my dearest Love is here to support me through this, but most of all my Peggy is beside me, talking in my ear "Down and out Ellen, down and out". She is the birth whisper. Her voice lulls me to follow her gentle direction to bring this child out of it's water world. It is obvious that I am once again having back labor.
Peggy is close to my head, calmly and gently pulling me back to a quiet state. She helps remind me how to push more efficiently. I am so happy as well as relieved that she is here. My Love has his hands on our child's head along with Kay the midwife as the rotation happens. He has never had this experience and is worried he will hurt our baby with the turning. He is encouraged by all the midwives he is doing just fine. One push and baby's head appears. Where is the rest? Will I be stuck like this forever? The pain is incredibly intense for this part. The shoulders hurt so much coming and then with a slippery whoosh of the last amniotic water out then up to my chest our baby arrives! The blue shades melt into pink as she cries out. How can one describe this sight? Joy....words escape me for the profound feelings I have. Tears of joy.
My Love who helped with Kay guide our child to the world comes next to me where Peggy had been. We look at this beautiful baby, perfect in every way. Our little girl.....Megan born at 3:19 PM.
My timing of giving birth was perfect. School kids were just walking to their homes while we were absorbing the birth. Our windows wide open to catch any small breeze in the hot bedroom, our ceiling fan whirling round attempting to cool the air. Had I still been in labor all the kids on the street would have heard me and more than likely most would have stood below our french doors to our driveway below for the entertainment they would have heard. We lived in a neighborhood of days gone by where all the children of different ages played together. Doors during the day were unlocked, most of the mothers were stay at home moms. It was just several weeks before while I was taking a bath with Erin two of the neighborhood sister's came walking in. They looked at my huge belly and smiled at me as they chatted, wanting to know if Kristin and Erin could come play. Yes, I would have made good entertainment that day. News traveled quickly that our family had a new little girl just as our daughters were brought home to meet their little sister. My mom still in shock that I would ever have a baby at home, and Papa smiling at the scene. Wine was opened, crackers and cheese, laughter and smiles. It was a fine Indian Summer Day...it was a good day for a birth.
My Love and his baby girl
Auntie Sue and Megan
**My Midwife Peggy wrote a book back in 2002...Baby Catcher...I highly recommend it for she writes so well and believe me the stories are amazing!
I awoke feeling contractions, yet thought that this was just more of the false labor that I had been feeling for the past weeks off and on. Not at all uncomfortable, but they made me wonder if it could be the real thing. I took my 6:00 AM shower as I always do, made my Love lunch, ate breakfast with him and the girls, then got the girls and myself dressed for the day. After my Love left for work I started thinking more about these contractions and began to time them and jot that down on paper. Not that close together. Not that strong but they were there.
Kristin, our oldest daughter went off to Kindergarten leaving Erin, her sister and I to ourselves. I started feeling excited and alive with an inner energy that I had never felt before. It was a healing feeling that soothed over me a lot of the moods and discomforts I had experienced with this pregnancy. I felt much closer to this child within me who went through my up and down times. I sat many times in my rocking chair up in my bedroom dreaming of you my baby to be, feeling you kick and swim gracefully in your water world. I sang to you of songs of love, of the joy of being with child and of when my arms would hold you and rock you. So much inner thought waves seemed to be passing through us as though we knew our time as one would soon pass. Our life as two, mother and baby would begin...excitement and yet I would miss this time in my life as I love being pregnant. I love how my body changes, I am in awe of this gift as a woman, that I am able to nurture a life inside me. I realized this might be my last time of being pregnant and though I was wanting this baby in my arms I mourned the memory of the feeling of being pregnant. The first fluttering movements like butterfly wings, the rubbing my belly where your tiny feet stretched out , the knowing so intimately the feelings I held.
Before my Love had left for work I did not say anything about my contractions. I just didn't believe that this was it, yet I did. I don't know why.....
My contractions had started to get closer together so I thought it would be good to do something to take my mind off of them that way if it wasn't the real thing it would stop. Around 10:15 AM, Erin and I decided to go for a walk and visit a friend who lived down the street. I figured that talking would take my mind off the contractions which were now 8 to 10 minutes apart. They had begun to become more noticeable and I could positively feel them grip at me yet I could not make myself believe that this was real.
Outside was a beautiful blue sky. A very warm wind was blowing the dry leaves all around the sidewalks. Fall was just around the corner yet summer had not decided to leave yet. Cool nights, warm days. There is a unique smell this time of year and only then before the crispness of Fall begins. I shall always remember that smell and how I felt that day. I could tell it would be hot later on and I thought "Oh no! I'm going to have this baby on a hot Indian Summer day just like I kept saying I hoped I wouldn't!" Walking down the street I breathed deeply, as much for the aroma of the the air as for the comfort of the contractions. I thought of calling my Love but resisted, not yet, not till I was sure. I didn't know what sign I expected but I just waited.
It is a silly, scary, funny, overwhelming, mixed up, wonderful feeling when you realize you are walking around and you are in labor. Especially when you are without your partner. It is almost magical in what your body is doing inside.
At the time that I arrived at my friend Debbie's house until I left there, my body really began working. The contractions became much more strong yet about the same time between. I was having trouble talking and having a hard time sitting still while I was having the contractions yet I didn't want to tell Debbie. I still not believe this. At about 11:15 AM I was feeling too uncomfortable sitting when the pains came. I decided it was to time to leave. Walking home I became frightened. Here I was with a two and a half year old, me in labor yet still trying to to deny it, without my Love. Would I make it home? I felt if I could just get inside our home that I would feel more secure, that things would change. Labor would stop. I didn't feel ready. Being alone was not fun.
I made it home and even managed to fix Erin her lunch. That was not easy since at this time I was shaking. Contractions were about 5 to 8 minutes apart and at times 4 minutes. Believe it Ellen!
My mother by marriage Betty, called and I still did not let on. It was very difficult to talk and our conversation was short. She came by not too long after. I can't even remember why she came since I was so wrapped up in my contractions. She sat with Erin for a bit and played then she left. I wonder if she thought something seemed different about me?
After she left I decided I had to call my Love. I needed him badly. At the time he was building a home for his cousins about a 35 to 40 minute drive from where we lived without a phone (this was before cell phones). I was suppose to call the neighbors next door to the job but they didn't answer. Panic! I'll have the baby alone is the crazy thought I had. I remember that I can call dear Arleen and Clark who live in the town where the job is as well. Clark says he will drive over to my Love and tell him to come home. I called next to page Peggy my midwife. She calls me back within minutes. I tell her all that has happened and proceed to tell her that I hope it is not a false labor alarm. Silly me...of course it is labor! Contractions are about 3 to 5 minutes apart and I am having to use my breathing and my "Ah's" sound. The pains hurt in my lower back and I hope that this will not be back labor as with my other two labors.
Erin is being so good. I try to explain why I am swaying and saying "Ahhhhh" but she must think mommy is weird. Please Peggy, my Love and Sandy the other midwife who is to help at the birth, please come now! This is really it! I was feeling so emotional. Talking to Peggy on the phone I was almost in tears. I wondered if I could hold it together till they arrived.
It seems like forever before my Love comes home but at last he arrives. It must have been around 1:00 PM. I was so relieved to have him home with me. I would be able to have our baby! We gave each other a big hug. I was giddy and I was shaky. My Love thought he should call my mom to get Erin and Kristin as was the plan. This would keep my mother busy instead of hovering over us all making me nervous. No answer so we finally leave a message at Papa's office. Next he calls Betty to come back over as she is the back up for the girls. Then he calls Mary who is to take photos of the birth. Lastly he calls Sue is sister to come as she is to be at the birth as well. In the meantime Erin is quite happy playing by herself, with no care in the world.
I am rocking and swaying my hips with my contractions which have become much closer together and longer in duration. I barely have time in between to talk to my Love. About 1:15 Sandy the other midwife arrives. She does a check on me and I am dilated to 5 centimeters. I am delighted! She calls Peggy to let her know how I am doing and that I am moving along. This will not be a long labor and tells Peggy to hurry. She also wanted to know where Kay, the Midwife in training, is as she is not here and she has most of the equipment needed.
My poor Love, he thought he would be able to take a shower before all the activity built up. Forget that! He and Sandy get our bed ready for the birth, bottom sheet, waterproof pad and another bottom sheet that have been ready in a bag are put on. About that time Betty arrives to tend to Erin. She is very excited and spreads such good cheer for us all.
My contractions sometimes come back to back. Double wammies as I call them. Standing and leaning against the wall or my Love is the most comfortable position for me with my swaying hips as I say my "Aaahhhhs", keeping my mouth soft and open just as I want my body to be. Open and relaxed to let this baby move down and out.
My mom, Sue and Kay arrive, I hardly look up to say "hello", I'm too busy working! Peggy makes it with her nine month old son and her Au Pair. I feel so content that she has come. I need her gentle, familiar presence as she was my midwife for Erin and also my childbirth teacher. She is my mentor, she is the guiding force for me, I can't imagine her not here. Another check, baby is doing great.
I am so hot. The suggestion of a shower comes up. No, but a bath sounds wonderful to me. A delicious cool bath. The contractions like it too. Enough to cool me down as well but then I start to feel caged and disoriented. Where do I go? I am so unsettled as where to be in my home. Do I walk some more, should I sit or lie down? I begin to tire of this labor business. All three midwives decide on another check and I can hardly believe them when they say I am 8 centimeters! Then it is back to breathing, walking, standing, breathing, and swaying.
The next check comes not long after the last one because they notice that I am sounding like I am bearing down. I'm not sure really if I'm beginning to push or not but I do feel different. In between contractions I feel great. In fact they seem to have let up a bit.
Mary the photographer arrives just in time to hear that I am fully dilated. So fast! I don't believe any of them. I feel too clear in my head. Where was transition?
My waters were still intact but bulging. The question came up as to whether we should break them. We decide to. The sensation of that feeling is warm and dreamy but only for seconds because then my contractions become quite intense and in earnest.
I change to a side position but quickly decide that feels uncomfortable and awkward for me. The pushing really hurts. I don't like this one bit. When will this baby pop out? I go to a semi-sitting position and Peggy tells me to look at the mirror to see our baby's head as it peeks and hides and then I see the crowning of our baby. I begin to feel in touch with this little baby who wants out as much as I want he / she out. I feel so impatient! I also become scared since it seems it is taking forever. The excitement in the room builds and my efforts of pushing take on a urgency within me. The feeling of letting go, to allow your body to release and let birth happen is difficult for me. I know that if I let go that the pain will be real. I know I can handle this as I did before, I know that my dearest Love is here to support me through this, but most of all my Peggy is beside me, talking in my ear "Down and out Ellen, down and out". She is the birth whisper. Her voice lulls me to follow her gentle direction to bring this child out of it's water world. It is obvious that I am once again having back labor.
Peggy is close to my head, calmly and gently pulling me back to a quiet state. She helps remind me how to push more efficiently. I am so happy as well as relieved that she is here. My Love has his hands on our child's head along with Kay the midwife as the rotation happens. He has never had this experience and is worried he will hurt our baby with the turning. He is encouraged by all the midwives he is doing just fine. One push and baby's head appears. Where is the rest? Will I be stuck like this forever? The pain is incredibly intense for this part. The shoulders hurt so much coming and then with a slippery whoosh of the last amniotic water out then up to my chest our baby arrives! The blue shades melt into pink as she cries out. How can one describe this sight? Joy....words escape me for the profound feelings I have. Tears of joy.
My Love who helped with Kay guide our child to the world comes next to me where Peggy had been. We look at this beautiful baby, perfect in every way. Our little girl.....Megan born at 3:19 PM.
My Love, Megan and I
Papa, Erin, Kristin, Megan and I
My timing of giving birth was perfect. School kids were just walking to their homes while we were absorbing the birth. Our windows wide open to catch any small breeze in the hot bedroom, our ceiling fan whirling round attempting to cool the air. Had I still been in labor all the kids on the street would have heard me and more than likely most would have stood below our french doors to our driveway below for the entertainment they would have heard. We lived in a neighborhood of days gone by where all the children of different ages played together. Doors during the day were unlocked, most of the mothers were stay at home moms. It was just several weeks before while I was taking a bath with Erin two of the neighborhood sister's came walking in. They looked at my huge belly and smiled at me as they chatted, wanting to know if Kristin and Erin could come play. Yes, I would have made good entertainment that day. News traveled quickly that our family had a new little girl just as our daughters were brought home to meet their little sister. My mom still in shock that I would ever have a baby at home, and Papa smiling at the scene. Wine was opened, crackers and cheese, laughter and smiles. It was a fine Indian Summer Day...it was a good day for a birth.
My Love and his baby girl
Auntie Sue and Megan
**My Midwife Peggy wrote a book back in 2002...Baby Catcher...I highly recommend it for she writes so well and believe me the stories are amazing!
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