January 21, 2010, 9:50pm; Freya's birth.
Body takes over. Body knows what she's doing; you couldn't stop her if you tried. You blurt out 'The baby's coming!' as she bears down with a pressure and power beyond your control, a strength you didn't know she had, strength that amazes you as the intense pressure propels the baby in to the world quicker than you expected. Hands pull you down to the floor, helping, encouraging, aiding. The baby is already there, quick words of encouragement and baby rushes in to the world with a big splash of amniotic fluid.
Body and mind pull apart, shock at the swift delivery, confusion at the pain anticipated but never felt, disorientation. Baby slides across the waterproof mats on the floor, a newborn slip-and-slide. Hands exam baby, happy reassurances. His voice breaks through your confusion, "Why aren't you looking at the baby?". World noises come rushing in and you hear yourself voice what your body is feeling "That was so strange...". You turn to baby who is screaming, so unlike the last baby, you ask for reassurances that she is ok, then reassurances that she is indeed a she. She is, and she's perfect, and she looks exactly like her sister did.
The roar of the world reminds you of when as a child you would float in the bath, your ears submerged, listening to the dull clunk of the cup clanging against the side of the bath. Lifting your head the water rushes out, the world rushes in.
Reverb 10: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
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