Thursday, June 17, 2010

Six.

Six years ago this evening I was laboring in a room at a small birth center with my doula, my midwife and my student midwife. I probably knew deep down that my first child, whose sex I did not know until she was born, would not be birthed without some heavy interference. I was terrified about the whole thing. And then, the next day at 2:26, in a bed at the hospital, out she came. Almost 10 lbs. Red hair from the get-go. She looked like a wrinkly old man. I was a mother. Iris was my daughter. The beginning of our adventures together.


My dear Iris, I love you more than I could ever express. Happy sixth birthday. I hope all of your dreams come true!






2 comments:

  1. A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, IRIS!!! I still remember you so tiny at Green Lake in Seattle! And then you and GraceAnne at 9 mo old with her running around you and you talking her ear off. SO PRECIOUS :) We love you guys, you'll always hold a very special place in my heart :D

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  2. Happy birthday, Iris! You're such a delightful person to be around, and I hope 6 is a very happy year for you.

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