The Moment of Birth

The holy moment of there suddenly being a new human being in the room is...well...indescribable. I have failed several times in adequately expressing the affirmation that watching life come into the world is. It's like the silence one is compelled to have when having the honor of watching a bud blossom into a flower.

I have attended two births in the last 4 days shadowing another student midwife who has acquired skills I will soon have. My reflection is about what and how I am holding space for that woman. I think of how I could have done better or what I need to learn to be competent. I learned how to be a witness and how important my own healing journey is for the women I will attend. I almost cried at both births. In a few weeks, I am sure I will not be able to contain my tears when I become the hands catching a woman's baby. I love this work so much. There is nothing else or nowhere else I rather be than here at this point of my life.