I cry so often when reading or listening to a woman share her birth story.
It does not matter where or how the birth takes place. Giving birth is an emotional matter.
I’ve given birth two times, and have only become more emotional over birth.
My midwife said that she becomes more sensitive after each birth she attends. Life is so precious, and the power that women posses is so incredible.
It is a mixture of those two points about birth that gets me worked up to the point of tears; strong women bringing forth a new life is miraculous.
Giving birth is often thought of as one of the biggest achievements of a lifetime.
It was for me.
Birth gave me my beautiful children, and brought with them a deep sense of purpose (supporting and preparing women and families about birth at home).
After my first birth, I was in awe. In a la-la land sort of stupor. What just happened? (I was really tired)
When I think back on my births, particularly how I felt after my second, my eyes well up.
Because I have never felt so strong, triumphant, kick-ass, amazing, super-hero powerful in all my life.
I could do anything. Accomplish any feat.The second time around, my mind was clear and I felt triumphant. I literally felt like super woman and couldn’t stop saying, “I did it. I can’t believe I just did that all by myself.” (my midwife stayed out of my way and let me do my thing)
It’s that feeling that I try with all my might to hang on to. I tell myself, “remember how it felt. Remember it.” Even now, here come the tears!
How often is it that a woman can say these positive statements (and mean it)? “I feel triumphant,” “I am so strong!” “I believed in myself and I did it!”
Boy does it feel good to say it and mean it.
No one can EVER take my birth experiences from me.
Whether or not I remember every detail, which I surely do not, I know that I did it. I will live the rest of my life knowing that. And each time I give pause to reflect, I feel a twinge of strength and pride.
I owe that feeling to my births. Thank you body! Universe! Babies!
Birth is important.
Completely worthy crying over, whether they be tears of joy or sorrow.
And day after day, I can’t help but come back for more.
What is it about birth that makes you emotional? Share you thoughts below!