birthing at home with… teacups

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A few months ago, I was lucky enough to be invited to the beautiful occasion of a baby being born. Being invited as a doula and as a birth photographer, gave me the wonderful priviledge of being both support person and memory capturer.

While I would adore to tell you all of the gentle birthing story of this beautiful couple, it’s not my story to tell.

What I can say though is, it was an honour to be there. And it was an honour to be a tiny part of their parenting journey.

I can also say that mama, midwife and I all have the same tea cups. These ones, that I absolutely love, and get comments on all the time. Quite a beautiful coincidence really.

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not six months, ten months, 11 months…but one. You are now one whole year old.

One year ago I was given the honour and priviledge of giving birth to you, my daughter.  Peacefully, at home, in water. This quiet undisturbed birth opened my eyes to what birth really can be.

Thinking this week on how you made your entrance to this world, I still feel humbled, amazed and oh, so much love… Surely a heart should burst with that amount of love?

Thinking of the way you swam into both mine and your father’s waiting hands, the yellow afternoon sun warming the apartment walls. The doorbell buzzing just five seconds after first sitting back in the pool and holding you to my chest.

I’m forever indebted to our amazing midwife who gave me the courage and trust to know what to do and how to calmly do it.

Thank you sweet girl for choosing us. For letting us experience birth the way that we did. For sharing with us the sheer joy you have for water. The giggles, the dimples, the splash of your mermaid tail, bring us all happiness that really is contagious.

Happy Birthday sweet girl.

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