One year ago today, I stood in my kitchen, cradling my basketball of a belly, posing for a last chance to capture this short-lived, sacred moment. Alan took a picture. Four and a half days later, in the next room, my little Anna slipped out of me into water.
One year ago today, I did not know what lie ahead. I spent each moment knowing that the next moment could change my life forever. I had a comfort in the unknown, a trust that things would work out according to a plan that was out of my hands. I loved my body and trusted it. I trusted Anna. Even though my pelvis struggled to carry Anna’s body, it opened and passed Anna through it in a birth that was healing, peaceful, and perfect.
If I could live that time one thousand times over, I would.
Happy Tuesday, and best wishes to all of my pregnant mama friends!