The Other Side of the World: in which we wait

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

in which we wait

(and also gamble)
lounging in the autumnal late afternoon sun in between ante-natal visits yesterday my midwife and I scribbled on slips of pink paper who we intuited might be called upon by the moon-pull of the child-bearing tides first. There are eight of them in the next few weeks, and by the next full moon, I will - with all sorts of hope - have seen their slick, new little selves slither, ooze and wrench themselves earthward in the calmess of their home, in the stillness of the hospital right before dawn, in the held-breath-cradle of whatever entrance they choose (and we guard).
but for now we wait, laughing at the little numbers we playfully assign each unique unfolding of events. charging our phones. watchfully moving our hands over bellies writhing with eagerness from within. and being very patient. Because birth always has her own rhythm. We are merely here to hold the space - and let it carry out its dance.


Anonymous virgil malloy said...

birth always has 'its' rhythm..
Gender neutrality.. please :P

8:12 PM  
Blogger M said...

um, no. . I'm pretty sure that it's women doing the birthing.


9:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I dunno, I think the babies do quite a bit of birthing themselves.


9:50 PM  
Blogger M said...

oh true indeed nawny :)

ok. . .let's see. . .

birth feels like a feminine creative force in the world to me?
I don't like gender neutrality in creative writing sometimes because it doesn't feel as personal/intimate?

Definitely it's the dance between the baby, mother, even the partner, the universe, the energy of the room. . . birth is more shared than owned?

11:56 PM  

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