Belle's birth was so the opposite of that. In trying to express my feelings, I don't get very far before I come up short. So much went into the decisions I made for her birth that the resulting emotions are so very scattered and incoherent.
All that build-up to say that I was finally able to write a poem. Its all I could do to get the many layers of thoughts and feelings I have about her birth.
Technically boring
Mundane
Gently introducing
Surrounded by love
Spiritually uplifting
Prayerful
Emotionally freeing
Rebellious
Early beginning
Wakeful
Quickly ending
Sooner than expected
Unbelievingly yawning
Father
Innocently witnessing
Brother
Lovingly birthing
Sister and child
Cryptic is the only way I can describe this poem. I hope to go back to it someday and describe what each of the couplets mean to me. There was much strength and power in her birth, but words like happy/joyful/sadness don't cut it. At 3 1/2 months, I'm still figuring out what that experience means to me.
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