Tag Archives: Birth

Dutch Tulip Red

Dutch Tulip Red

I’ve watched a woman’s toes in labour enough to know. Enough to know when she’s reaching her limit, enough to know when the true labouring of labour has begun. There are the toes that curl into tight, whitened balls, or those toes that stretch, splayed further apart than they have ever gone before, looking to… Read more

When I knew I loved you

When I knew I loved you

I found out I loved you today. Today was day four, and together we walked the woods, our chosen path, the two miles we’ve walked together these past few weeks. It was all too familiar for us, only this time, you heard my heart beating from chest level on the outside, but I held you… Read more

My moons, my moms

My moons, my moms

Like the moon, in our pregnancy we expand. Slowly, gradually, and over a set gestation, And then, when we are full, we birth new life. Like the moon too, we then wane. Having given every ounce of our energy and our being to our creation, we sacrifice all that was. Physically, emotionally, we decompress. We… Read more

After the storm

After the storm

There always comes a calm. That moment when the pain slips away into her distant memory. That moment when it becomes worth her sacrifice. Everything before the calm was either a nightmare or a dream. Everything was either nothing she needed or everything she required. Everything is a chapter closed. I can promise you the… Read more

When she says she’s dying

When she says she’s dying

I’m dying, she tells me. Looking square in my eyes, her face only inches from mine as she clings to my neck from the bathtub she tells me again, as if I hadn’t heard. But oh, I sure did. And he looks to me in horror from his perch on the toilet seat, as I… Read more

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