Without further ado, here is my fiery sunshine (and her incredible older brother).
At 5 hours old, S has her vitals checked by her big brother.
Mother's Day 2013
A mother and her daughter.
Dear sweet, sweet baby girl. Here comes a contraction. I feel it like a wave. A salty, cooling wave in the ocean that shocks me as it gently covers my body. The shock takes my breath but I do not turn away. I do not resist as I know that the wave is good for me. It quenches my body's thirst. It softens my tense muscles all the while makes me breath heavily. I promise you, sweet girl, to ride the wave with you. Be with me. Stay with me as we arch above the wake. I see the bubbles before me and I know they're approaching. The bubbles of fear and pain. Push through them with me. Ride this wave and dig your toes in the sand. Promise me, little one, to dig your toes as far as they can in the sand. We will be safe there together. I will hold you. In the sand together, my child. We can do this together.After three excruciating contractions I moved to the bathroom. I climbed into the tub and I melted into the side, feeling the cool tile. I was alone for one contraction and an immediate push from my body led me to alert my doula that I was pushing. With the midwife not in attendance, she demanded my husband come to my side as she rushed to the street in hopes that she would arrive in time.