09/12/2025
🇺🇸9/11
With each birth, I notice how within the walls of the labor space, time stands still while the world around us blurs with a fury, continuing on at a rapid pace.
Most of us collectively share the memory of when our nation, together, stood still in the horror and trauma of terror attacks. And on that day, midwives still midwifed, mothers still labored, and babies were born.
And to this day, together, our nation still pauses, and midwives still midwife, mothers still labor, and babies are born. For a fleeting moment, we remember that we are not promised tomorrow.
Early this morning, for the second time in under 6 weeks, I witnessed my forever friend, a stroke survivor, become a grandmother for the third time. No words can capture the reverence of attending the daughter who saved her mother’s life with quick thinking and advocacy. Nor can words capture seeing her younger sister, with babe in arms, attend her older sister and serve her in the ways her sister had done for her just weeks prior.
In the quiet of the night, we began 9/11 with a birth pause, the l***y wail of a perfect baby boy, and the sweet relief and weeping of both his birth warrior mother and those around her. To stand together in the moments after, remembering that we are not promised tomorrow, while savoring the second chance at life that allowed us to all be there in love and support, and honoring that this little boy’s birthday serves as a reminder to keep moving forward…
The travail and sorrow of labor is met ten-fold with light and love. To the babies born today, welcome. Thank you for being our silver lining and sunshine, our nudge to smile and celebrate joyful moments, to let feelings co-exist, and to remember our purpose in moving forward, as we heal the planet by healing birthing.🌎
I watched the clock carefully on the drive home. 6:46 a.m. MST. I paused. 7:03 a.m. MST. I paused again. The memories felt as vivid as yesterday, except this time, with the balm of the sound of a newborn’s cry.