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The pool was set up to one side, a double mattress and pillows on the other, with a log burner and candles by the doorway and a table at the back with an alter to you full of candles, shells, precious stone like rose quartz and photographs of precious times. As the temperature cooled a little we went into the big bell tent, the sides of which were open and it felt as though we were still outside in the nature. I wish every woman could feel this way during birth. It was sacred, knowing you were coming and we were soon to meet the love of our lives earth-side, but sharing this time alone together, feeling sensual and empowered, a woman doing what she was made for, so in love and so safe, a man being the father he always knew he could be. In many places cows are a symbol of mother nature and fertility, they felt like a sweet, watchful omen hanging around our home. We spent the next couple hours, as the waves gradually intensified, talking and kissing in between surges, watching the wind blow the tall ash tree’s, hearing the wood pecker and the cows, of which had visited the garden the week before. It was a beautiful warm day amongst a grey rainy week, the sun was shining for you, and soon the stars would be too. Dad put some blankets and big pillows out on the grass in our forest garden, wild with ferns. At some point we climbed into bed and made love, which was so special, making love was how we made you after all, with all that oxytocin we were overflowing in our bliss as you journeyed closer. After a little while i could really feel the waves in my hips and daddy had to press deep into them as a natural pain relief and then run to do his jobs before another came. It was like a dance, with me hanging from the skylight moving and breathing through the mild rushes, your daddy cooking, making sure everything went into the tent like oils, towels and water, although it had been ready for you for a few weeks by now. It was early afternoon and we were in the bus, daddy was trying to get everything ready and cook a stew as the surges came quicker and closer together. The sensations in my womb had been coming and now they were more consistent.
At home Ginny came over with lots and lots of Dahlia’s from her garden and together we placed them all around the birth tent and everything was ready. Towards the end of the walk i felt another gentle tingle and excitedly we went home. The sun came out and we sat on the squishy grass, you were stretching out so much, making my bump a funny shape. I wasn't sure what to make of this but now i know that was the mild initiation into labour, by the morning they had stopped and we went for our last walk with you in my tummy. That evening during the night i began to feel period-like cramps in my womb and as they got more intense i started counting, one every ten minutes that lasted for 15 seconds. Daddy had to pop out one final time, although we’d been at home together nesting a lot, and i cleaned our house-bus top to toe and sat down tired but ready.
The next morning, the 22nd of September 2021 (your due date and the day daddy said you would come) my mucus plug left and suddenly you felt so close. As we cuddled in the grass over the ocean and watched the sun set turn the sky a warm orange, the full harvest moon rose in the same warm hue and I had very tiny tingles in my womb. After a blissful ten moons of you in my belly (truly, I so loved being pregnant with you) our birth story starts the week of the Autumn Equinox. You’ll get to know this unwavering confidence he has about things he really believes in, especially when it comes to you. You were ready from that first moment, like the shooting star we would call you in my belly, this beautiful miracle shone into our lives and I found it so hard to believe how lucky we were, your daddy believed straight way. It seems the universe conspired to bring you into our lives and on the night we made love and hoped to bring the child your daddy had dreamed of into being, you chose us too. You’re nestled in my arms making those sweet little noises and i’m hoping I can portray even a glimpse of how utterly magical and other worldly your birth was, how magical & otherworldly you are. Hey Baby, You’re three weeks old now, how the time flies with you and how i wish it would slow down so we can savour every delicious second with you. The FreeBirth of our first Child, Nalu Mango Saleh.
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