On Birth and Death. One Goes Out, One Comes In
My Uncle who passed in 2008 has been heavy on my mind as of late. I accidentally found an old post of mine looking up birth on Google. But, as Oogway says in Kung Fu Panda, “There are no accidents.” I read it, cried and felt jus the tiniest bit better and felt I would share this with you today..
I am a Doula and am constantly exposed to the miracle of birth. It never gets old to me, and I cry every time. Just this last week however, I enjoyed birth on a different level, or just differently.
I had been at my clients birth for a little over 24 hours when my mother text me to let me know my Uncle, who had been on life support, had passed. I didn’t have time to process my feelings as I was so engrossed in my clients progress. But just as her baby was being born six hours later, I found myself crying and in awe of life. How precious it is and how it is always cycling. One goes out, one comes in. We can’t make sense of it all and most times it’s not fair, but it is amazing. My thanks to my client, and her family for letting me share that amazing moment in time when not only a baby is born, but a family, and for easing my pain by allowing me to bask in the warm glow of birth.
You Know That I Would Now, If Only I Could”
This post made me think of one of my favorite Jack Johnson songs…