It started as a rumble, a distant thunder heard miles away,
a whisper of what was to come. I had no idea then of the storm that was about to break in me,
or how my life would be altered, completely.
My body rose up to birth you like a warrior, we were untouchable in that moment,
true love was defined between us.
Your face blinking up at me, whilst my tears fell onto your waxy new skin.
“She is perfect, perfect” was all I could say,
I couldn’t stop looking at you. I stared at you for hours.
That first night was both terrifying and magical,
your soft breathing was the backdrop of my dreams.
A first feed, connection, my body surprising me once more,
I felt the echoes of a historical sisterhood at my side,
an invisible female tribe marched behind me.
It’s hard to write now; emotion overwhelms me at the memory.
I gave birth to you that day, but because of you I was reborn too,
as a mother,
my most treasured role,
and you my most perfect thing.
Written by Kate Phipps @thecountrymumkin