Last night at about 1:30am I woke up with contractions. Nothing major. They actually felt really good. As I was breathing, I could hear the distinct breath of the girls and George. Their breath, my breath, my being on my hands and knees and rocking my hips like a figure eight along with the rain drops outside it was this rhythmic dance between us and nature.
I crawled out of bed (that is the only way I can actually move my body these days) and went to the bathroom, then that's when I felt stronger contractions. I grabbed my ball and brought it into my bedroom and threw a knitted blanket over me and rocked. I felt the raindrops hitting the watery ground. I felt the spirit of my mother behind me and my sleeping family in front of me. It was so sweet, and so gratifying. I felt so empowered and so entitled. I don't know why that word comes to mind. Maybe the proper word is My Rite Of Passage. I felt that. Closing my eyes I envisioned my path that I will walk. It awaits me with open arms knowing I can do this. I have a right to do this and I can't wait to do this.
My mantra was -I will birth my baby safely in my home with my girls and my beloved partner.
I have done it twice before, and once by myself before. I felt so amazingly powerful.
Then the contractions stopped. So I went to bed.
All I could think about after that was I can't wait for morning for Trinity and BellaSky to wake up so we can open up gifts...
Blessings and Light and Merry Christmas