To My Sweet

Miles,

You slept a little fitfully last night.  Reminded me of a night two years ago exactly when I awoke at four a.m. to a dog barking inside my head.  Well, actually, it was the neighbor's dog, Duke- who, for reasons soon to become known- came to wake me up at the fence just behind where my head was resting on my pillow inside our cozy gypsy home.

Your birth was a comedy of errors while being the most amazing day of my life.  Because we were still waiting for our house to be built on the 2 1/2 acres we call home, we were living in a wee house not very appropriate for giving birth in.  I'd taken a class on hypnobirthing and was convinced that I could give birth quietly inside the sanctuary of the best hotel suite in town, but, HA! that brilliant idea was not to be. 

I'd eaten mexican food and a brick of chocolate peanut butter ice cream the night before you were born and it was swirling in my stomach as we drove to 'no vacancy' inn after inn, like some Fall season Mary and Joseph.  A stable began to sound mighty good at about 7 a.m, as our car lurched over potholes on the main highway north of town where not even Auntie Gina could be found.  Turns out the county fair was in town and also a festival of cars or something, leaving not a suite nor even a room open for us. 

We drove to the midwife's home as she hurriedly kicked her sleeping husband out of bed and prepared her own room for the birthing experience not of our dreams.  As often with birth, visions of how one might like it to be often do not materialize! 

Once safe inside the midwife's cozy home, I took a bath and ate some popsicles and settled into the idea that you would be with us very soon.  What an interesting day.  I remember looking at the clock at about 9 or so and then I entered a more trance-like state in which I didn't want to wear any clothes and I'd occasionally growl like a bear.  You took your first breath outside of the womb at 1:50 p.m. and as we had dreamed of, you were placed immediately on my tummy with your dad's hand over your back.  As soon as your cord stopped sending you nutrients, dad cut it and you scrambled up to loudly nurse. 

When we heard your voice as you came bursting into our world, we felt like we'd heard it in our dreams many times.  You sounded so familiar!  You glowed like an otherworldly being and you knew so much more about what to do than we did.

I want to thank you, son, for changing my life in so many ways.  We had no idea how you would show us how to love and listen and seek the truth.  Every day I learn from you and I am an eager student to all you have to teach me. 

You are my HEART, my LOVE, and your soul is a mirror for all that is good and sweet in the world.  We couldn't be happier that is was you who was waiting for us all of those years!  I will have so much fun watching you play and dance with your life.

Love, Mommy

Comments

[celia]

aww, what a sweet letter to him...i bet he will love it when he is older..and the pictures are so cute...what a big boy he is now..and such a sweet newborn...speaking of which, when he is 15, he may want you to edit that pic...he he he..

[Goddess of Leonie]

so very beautiful...

happy birthing day miles...

and happy birth~of~a~new~life day to you dear pixie...

love and light
leonie
xoxo

[Ally]

This is such a sweet, gentle story. Such love. Awww. . .

[And on a completely different note, I have a new blog. FYI. ]

[wendy]

oh my heart.

[gretchen]

thanks for your comment on my blogspot-which i dont really do so i attached my xanga one here. i dont know if it was in my profile but i am a massage therapist as well. do you work out of an office or salon? im so impressed to read you did a homebirth! not too many here do that. we did and i LOVED it. it was a very difficult labor and im pretty sure at a hospital they woulda made me take/do something to progress but we did it naturally and our midwife was amazing. was the birth here in town? if so who was your midwife? are you doing cloth diapers? i didnt look around so im not sure how old your sweet little son is! have a lovely day.

[keri smith]

crying now. whooo boy, that's a good story. i can hear it over and over.

[holli]

tear...

[holli]

tear...

[Changapeluda]

I needed something lovely and warm and beautiful and earthy and fortunate and so sweet and good that I cried w/joy when I found it here.

[Maggie]

Oh dear, I just caught up with you in the blogosphere and realized that I missed Miles' birthday altogether! Oh, I'm a terrible Elemental auntie. Happy Birthday Miles!!!!

Much love,
Maggie