The past week has been a whopping emotional roller coaster ride. My first grandchild, Anna Grace, came into the world February 12 with all the hoopla and drama of a pop star! I was honored to be asked by my daughter and son-in-law to be a part of the support team for her natural birth. We thought from the early signs of labor that I should make the 5 hour drive in what turned out to be almost a week earlier than was strictly necessary. As things developed, the contractions would come and then disappear.
The days went by, filled with appointments with the acupuncturist, the midwife, and even the vet when the family greyhound needed surgery on his nose. This was all interwoven with making preparations for the eventual trip to the hospital and then, the mundane things like grocery shopping and laundry and cleanup. Many of the nights were scarce on sleep because of her contractions and wondering if they would build in frequency and intensity. Would this be the night?
In the midst of all that, we were adjusting or eliminating the plans that we had made and making more plans. It occurred to me that if I needed a reminder that when it really comes down to it, we have no control, I was getting it! And then finally, "real" labor, a ride to the hospital and the heavy duty work began. It is called "labor" for a reason!
I knew that my daughter was a strong and determined person. That she had such depth of strength and stamina was amazing and awe inspiring. I was moved to tears more than I can say. Seeing my children cry, whether in fear, anger or frustration has always tended to trigger my own tears. But there is nothing more primal and intensely powerful than birthing, and at that time we are paradoxically close to both life and death. It really is a drama of nature and life.
And then there were some spaces for quiet and relative rest. I say "relative" because Amy was in the whirlpool tub in a quiet and darkened room, still laboring, while the midwife sent Charlie and me out to get some food and later given time to rest. I was aware that during the most intense contractions there were spaces of time when we were all quiet, focused and breathing deeply. A tiny meditation time that made all the difference.
The time for the birth drew close and the tension in the room increased. When Anna Grace emerged, it seemed a miracle of relief and joy. No matter that this drama is and has been enacted millions of times before, it is never exactly the same. And I was aware that this event which can be manipulated and affected by technology is still something beyond our full understanding. It is beyond our own ability to create.
The spirit of this child who had just arrived was immediately apparent. On her mother's chest, her mouth and throat cleared, she cried briefly. Then as her mother's voice caressed her, she opened her eyes and gazed at her. As the medical staff efficiently worked, we spoke her name and as we did, she looked all around at us. I thought that she had found herself in a strange place.
I know that any grandmother will tell you that her grandchild is beautiful. In my case, it is the gospel truth. The life change that has been so long awaited has finally occurred. And like most life changes, there are trials to come and gifts to be opened. I am joyfully anticipating being witness and helper to this little beauty and eternally grateful to have her part of my life.