August, I love ya. Leo’s Lion Sun vibes. It’s my birthday month, and I tend to celebrate all month. Do you do this too? I’m the only summer birthday in my house and everyone LOVES summer, so I am really celebrated.
The harvest of August is ya know, my favorite. Peaches, watermelon and corn on the cob to name a few. Lately I am craving cantaloupe and learning how it is so amazingly nutritious.
Birth stories are one of my most loved stories. Have you ever sat at your grandmothers feet (or an elder that you love) to hear of how things were, back in the day or how the family had a hardship they made it through? My mother has six children. I’m in awe of how strong she is through raising us all and the different ways of how we each came Earth side. Mine took me a while to process, not because it was so scary, like my little sister’s, but because knowing what I know, the education I have in the birth world, has me mad and sad. The first time I remember hearing the story, I was actually upset with my mom. How could she just leave me in the nursery as we both slept for the next 8 hours due the drug they administered upon arrival. Then I felt sad for her as a mother no skin to skin bonding with her new baby since the drug made her so tired. And, back then, generally dad’s were not in the labor room… he was at the corner bar cheering it up for baby number three’s arrival!
I have come to love my birth story, and the strength of my mother. She arrived at the Fulton County hospital at 10:20 am, I was born at 10:40am. How in the hell did they have time to stick a sleepy drug in her arm? My favorite part of the story is she went to an Atlanta Braves baseball game the night before, had a beer and a hot dog in the sweltering summer Georgia night air. Hank Aaron won a world record that night, so the story goes. I’m forever a Georgia Peach. My name was changed several times on the birth certificate thanks to my mom’s roomie ruining perfectly good names by yelling them over the phone to her family.
To be heard and to know your story. Let’s sit with pie & tea at the kitchen table and listen deeply. You are welcome to come and you are welcome to write your story for the website, for yourself. We learn by storytelling, we stay connected. Please submit your birth story, your own birth or one you birthed.
It’s late summer, I want to sip lemonade, snap beans, rocking in the rocker on the front porch hearing the good news of how a baby was born!
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