For some parents, it's a double day of sorts. Those of us who spend either the earlier or later part of our days nurturing mamas in labor, birth and postpartum to leave or come home to our families who we get to nurture, it can be a very full day indeed. Sometimes, days like this fill my cup. After a day being with a mama in laborland, I can feel elated to come home to my own precious newborns, I mean, uhm, kids who grew up just a little bit more when I was away. Wait, no one needs to nurse? When did that happen? All I want to do is snuggle them close. Sometimes, it's because I am so thankful for a similar birth experience as the mom I was just attending. Other times, it's because my babes were born gently on their own and breathed on their own and KEPT breathing on their own. These reminders make me snuggle them a lot closer that next morning or the night of. The squirms and giggles are way more cherished after a bit of time away nurturing another family into being. I seem to have more patience as I brush their teeth, hair or the floor after a messy lunch.
|nursing my days shy of 9 month old & snuggling my 3 year old right before leaving for the birth of AG|
|home from postpartum visits just in time for nightly Advent|
Because of this wonderful experience in giving birth gently at home surrounded by love then and ever since from my support peeps, my foundation was being built to take on our broken maternal care system in the world. I was capable of nurturing my tender babe which eventually gave me the abilities to nurture other women and their babes on through. Double duty, yes but double honor beyond words can express. Tiring, yes. Rewarding beyond rewards, yes. I am a nurturer. Something I never expected to be but am immensely grateful to know. Gifted by it.