Hello my friends, I’m sorry for the long absence! You’ll understand why I’ve been gone for so long by the end of this, but for now- meet MATEO! He was born October 17, 2016. He’s the love of our lives. Insert ALL OF THE CLICHES ABOUT PARENTHOOD HERE. All of them. They apply. He’s the most darling baby ever, in my completely unbiased opinion.
I don’t know where to begin with his birth story, so I suppose I’ll start with what we had hoped, dreamed and planned for the birth of our son. We knew from the beginning that we would attempt to have a home birth. I’d been by my best friend’s side as she delivered her baby a little over two years ago and knew that I wanted a similar experience for our family. We hired a midwife who we trust implicitly, borrowed a birth pool from a friend, and I started practicing Hypnobabies to prep myself for the experience. In my preparation for birth I tried to let go of expectations as much as possible- I made peace with the idea that although a home birth was our ideal scenario, I trusted that Mateo would come into this world exactly as he intended. I accepted the idea that I might have to deliver in a hospital in a variety of ways, depending on how things went. I never would have imagined though what actually happened, which was close to my worst nightmare and nothing I could have prepared for.