2.28.2011
this day is my last as a mother to my four-year-old sweet boy. tomorrow marks the day of his birth. tonight marks the movement from home to the hospital, five years ago. memories flood each year on the night before his birth as i remember those waking hours, birthing waters breaking, waking my love to drive us there, making calls, and breathing. breathing was never so important. breathing when there wasn't enough oxygen moving into my body, breathing through the attempts to birth my son. breathing even when my toes were numb as the emergency caesarian brought him into this world after hours of labor and pushing. regardless of the birth story, i celebrate. always, i first put my feet to the floor of this cozy home and remember. i retrace those steps leading to these steps. i mark the journey and i let the flood waters break, birthing new hopes, new memories, and new joys. indeed, sacred all the way to my toes and to his toes as well.
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