W
hen I
became aware of
the seed of light
growing inside of
me, I was overcome
with gratitude and
amazement. Despite
the severe medical
issues I experienced
throughout my
lifetime, (one of
which left me with
only one ovary), I
was being offered
the opportunity
to carry a child! I
would be able to
hold a precious
little being with the
awareness that he
or she was crafted
from the fibers of
my womb. I knew
then that I was on a
sacred journey, and
was ready for the
splendor ahead of
me.
The pregnancy was
joyous from flutter
of the first kick, to
the bombastic blasts
which permeated
through my body
as my baby grew
to be full term. I
utilized the amenities
of this information
age we dwell in
with books, babytracking apps, as
well as mother-to-be
websites and blogs.
I was aware that
I would also need
to incorporate the
wisdom of women
who walked the
path before me, so
I kept in touch with
elder-sisters and
fervently listened to
their accounts of
pregnancies past.
Sometimes,
while perusing
pamphlets at my
obstetrician’s office
or web browsing,
I would encounter
information
regarding the signs
and symptoms
of post-partum
depression. With
all of the positivity
and preparation
that I felt was being
oriented towards my
pregnancy, I believed
myself to be immune
from this condition.
I ignored much of
the information
and focused on
my expounding
anticipation.