My Birth Story

The journey of going from maiden to mother, and the magical experiences that happened along the way.

I want to preface this by letting you know that my birth story was a positive, healthy, and joyful traditional hospital birth. If that’s something you would enjoy reading about, then continue on.

I’ve realized that I’m losing it. The details of the most cosmically life-altering experience of my life are fading slowly with time, and I never documented it.

I never wrote down what exactly happened when I entered a hospital and left with another human being in my arms. My insides ripped open as well as my heart, and the time in my life when there was suddenly a “before” and an “after” and I could hardly believe they were from the same life.

I had all the intentions to document the experience. We had the video camera ready and then were told we couldn’t film. So all we have are random iPhone photos that I treasure.

It was still pandemic times, after all. Only my husband and my mom were able to be there. No one could leave and no one else could enter. I had no visitors, there was no huge announcement.

It just was. And that was perfect.

I don’t remember much about the morning, but it was right around 12 pm when I started feeling a tightening in my stomach. I thought nothing of it. We went to lunch and the tightening continued, pretty regularly. I saw my mom afterward and asked her to feel my belly. She said, “those feel like contractions.” I laughed it off. No way. I was only 38 weeks, I still had time.