With his birth, I came undone. The final pushes were frantic and seemed impossible. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck and he had meconium in his mouth. He was born silent.
The months prior felt like agony on my body. I was so weary. I yearned for the relief of birth long before my son was ready. Weeks before he arrived, my body taunted me with contractions and pains and lowering. I felt I strongly understood the meaning of sacrifice for another human being.Continue Reading "Born Silent"