So a church member asked me today, with puzzlement, because I posted a memory from C’s birthing process dated to that day on FB.
“No,” I replied, “She was born on the 5th.”
“But your post…”
“Yeah, well, in my mind her birth story begins that Sunday.”
“You were in labor all week?”
I just skimmed through the birth story I wrote up in her first year of life… and it indeed the written story begins on that day. That day when we noticed you had dropped, when there were signs your head was engaging. That day began with me waking up on Advent one re-writing a verse of “O Come, O Come Emmanuel”-
O Come, O Come, Sweet Child of Mine
and bring to us your light divine.
For we so long in darkness did dwell
until the gift of you on us fell.
Rejoice, rejoice sweet child of mine
shall come to bring light right on time.
I am in awe of the week of birthing (o.k. so only 73 hours of pre, early, and active labor– in which I slept three hours.)