I find myself holding a minutes old newborn and am in awe. My wife lay beside me delivering the afterbirth. With midwife assistance in a hospital-attached birthing center, my wife just naturally delivered our daughter complication free, drug free. We chose to water birth, and I had the privilege of catching her; the first hands to hold her were her father’s. I lock eyes with my wife. One intimate journey completes and another begins.
How we came to this moment was a not granola path, but rather a conscious series of informed choices we both made. But none of that matters now. I am holding my daughter. Magic. Humbling. I was just entrusted by this tiny human baby to care for it during it’s journey. We begin.
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