A Little Birth Poetry.
Birth is amazing.
I attended three in the space of about 40 hours this weekend. Two butter births on a Saturday morning. Both filled with intense power and work, capped by peace when they were all over. The other a triumphant victory, and a step toward healing of a past rough experience.
Women are incredible.
There was the most spectacular sunrise on the way to one of the births. I have never seen one that struck my heart so deeply. The very sky seemed on fire. Too bad I was driving, and couldn’t capture it to share with you. A fitting beginning for the act of creation that is birth.
Though the baby didn’t enter the world with the dawn, the dawn greeted him anyway.
I was struck, as I watched each mama work hard to bring her baby to her arms in her own way. Each one unique. No two women labor alike. And thousands do it together everyday. What a marvelous sisterhood we share!
I was reminded, yet again, why I do this work. Why I am a doula. Why I want to be “with woman” as a midwife. This work is sacred. Beautiful. Insanely difficult. But so very worth it.
I rarely write poetry, but I hope these verses hit home. Each one represents one of the mothers I served this weekend. They’re kind of silly. Just haikus, but I had fun writing them. Enjoy.
Labor at sunrise,
Care, quiet, tranquil.
A hint, it’s coming.
Giant, crashing, clamoring,
“I can’t, but I did!”
Freight train rolling fast,
Can’t quite keep up, but she does.
Dad meets tiny pirate.
How did you spend your weekend?
Grace & Peace,