He is Errol, born on the tail end of the Full Egg Moon on Friday night. That he chose to be born on his actual due date fits perfectly with the Be Punctual, Don’t Procrastinate, Get it Done Now energy that had permeated my last months of pregnancy. What a marvelous gift he brings to our family as we slowly get our sea legs, relearning the tenuous balance of a growing family.
I have so many things to say about his birth. It was remarkable in every way, if I may say so without being too trite. I hope to get to that soon, before the details are obscured in the fog of sleep deprivation. But for now, I’m completely immersed in the task at hand: memorizing every square inch of this little man, attuning my senses to his breathing, his movements, his fleeting, erratic newborn expressions. I’m also quite busy making and delivering milk.
Blessings to everyone and I’ll check in again soon.