I've been dying to write this post for the last few days about the wonderful birth that I was lucky enough to attend in the wee hours of Thursday morning, my first as a doula, and hopefully the first of many!
There is so much I want to write about this beautiful event - where do I begin?
It started with a phonecall.
A drive in the moonlight - the 3am moon shining in a particular way such as I have never seen before....I smiled and thought it a good omen!
I arrived with mama in the birth pool, already far in, swaying and groaning, doing her thing.
Daddy Bear was fetching hot water, a midwife with angel wings pottered and calmly did her thing.
Things got more and more intense.
Children peeped and hid and peeped again.
Another angel arrived.
Time did an inside-out, back-to-front, upside-down-and-back-again flip!
Mama Bear worked it. Bigtime.
We all showered her in love, encouragement, and praise.
And then in one push..... the baby was born!
Daddy Bear, and three big cubs, gathered around Mama Bear and the littlest cub, brand new, quiet, alert, snuffly!
Wowsers! Easy as that.
The everday miracle of birth was witnessed and felt by all, this primal, messy, animal, and simoultaneously extremely gentle birth!
Welcome to the world, baby BEAR, and well done Mama!