Feeling poetic - the birth space
There must be a faint reassurance in the unfailing nature of my complete failure to update my blog on a semi regular basis. As I said in my last post, babies continue to be born, life goes on! I'm feeling vaguely poetic this evening so here is a little reflection on birthing for you. So, nearly six months have passed since I last wrote. I upped my shifts at the hospital and generally did 3-4 short shifts per week until August when Kev was back in regular work. I now tend to do one short shift per week on a weekend and am fortunate enough to be able to continue to give care and 'love' in the way I know best. Just last weekend, a beautiful slippery warm baby was born into my waiting hands and I can tell you there is no feeling like it on earth. I look at these babies and feel absolute awe at the wonder of life and creation, and the strength and resilience of the women birthing them. Sometimes they open their eyes mid-birth, peering out past squashed chubby cheeks and blowi