(photos for from Getty)
I sometimes believe that if Einstein were to have developed a scientific equation that revealed the connection between the birth of a baby and the relativity of time, he would have correlated that the gift of a new born child accelerates our perception of time. I awoke up this morning and realized that the little adorable princess that came into this world, it seems like just yesterday, is one month old today. Usually, after I attend births, it takes me a few days to fall out from under the magical joyous spell of wonder and amazement a birth can cast on you. With this last birth I attended on November 13th, I was so moved, touched and inspired, that it has taken me a month to really begin to grasp its positive impact.
Up until last month, I had been given a series of invaluable gifts, the introduction to several amazing women I had never known until I became their doula. Now, I forever am blessed with the gift of knowing their strength and grace as mothers, their families and adorable sons. Ironically enough, all of the births I had attended in my doulahood were for the births of adorable awesome little boys till last month. On November 13th 2009, I experienced the emotionally powered gift of attending the birth of a most cherished friend’s second daughter.
What you may not know is that the birth of this amazing mother goddess’s first daughter was the inspiration behind me finally beginning my doula path. I had been exploring the possibility of starting the path prior but was telling myself, “Oh maybe 5 years from now.” Then, one day during her 37th week, I was taking pictures of the soon to be 1st time mom with daughter still inside her womb in central park for memory sake. 4 hours later, her water broke. The next day I rushed to the hospital to meet the sparkling gem and see her inspiring mother. I had brought prints of the photos I took to the hospital and as we looked through them, we realized that I had captured her daughter descending down from the beginning of the photo session to the end. Though I was not there to attend her birth (I was not yet a doula), I wanted to be.
It was the first time that I had seen a close friend through the stages of her pregnancy and as a new mother. It introduced me to a new aspect of love and care. It inspired be to not delay and begin my doula path. So fast forward nearly three years later and here I am still moved by this woman and her now two daughters. Not only was it an empowering gentle birth experience, but it was my 1st time I watched a girl be born. It is not that I do not greatly appreciate my experiences witnessing the birth of boy angels, but as for me personally being so driven to understand and explore the various aspects of womanhood from being a girl to a wise elder, this was a significant benchmark in my life.
Even though I do not have children yet, I now have a closer sense of the feeling that parents and immediate family feel when they welcome a new member to their world. Babies teach us what love is all about. Pre-existing love through friendship makes the already wondrous emotional experience of childbirth even more intoxicating (even more magnified for the parent/s I am sure). It fuels more oxytocin in the room (Oxytocin is WONDERFUL). For any women reading this post, reconnect to the roots of sisterhood. If you have the opportunity to accompany a cherished friend or relative in childbirth, do so. It is one of the most rewarding gifts for both you and the mother will ever receive.
Happy one month old day Princess Ophir
Pink & Glitter By Tori Amos
Tags: Birth, birth stories, Doula, friends, gentle birth, love, time, tori amos
December 14th, 2009 at 2:58 pm
Reading this I got chills, I relate to every word said. I agree so much with the loss of sense of time with a baby, especially during those moment of giving birth when time stops, but on a daily basis as well. Days fly by and then you realize your little baby has become a grown toddler that is having a conversation with you about their day.