I missed the conception – the sweet pain, the writhing, the sweat and moans and the ecstasy.
During your bearing I have not been there either.
But I am here now. I am with you.
Woman do not fear, come with me. Together we will come to a place of joy.
I will guide you through churning waters and bring you to harbour.
And when the moon calls me again I will go back out to the wild to seek another soul to bring to safety.
To Bliss. Fulfilment.
In the blue scrubs and bright lights I am with you, Woman, I am here with you
In the flurry of injections, cord traction and machines that go beep, and pip and squeak.
I am with you – stars in darkness, rolling black waters.
Sweet pain, writhing, sweat, moaning and glorious profound actualisation.
Take my hand, my heart. I am yours for as long as you need me.
So sweet woman, come to shore. To the culmination of love and hope.
Rivulets of blood and perspiration. Ruddy cheeks and eyes bright.
Days swim into night.
We are of the world and out of it.
Foreheads pressed. Whispering. Strength and gentleness meld, melt and merge.
Pushing, panting, gasping, smiling, crying, laughing, and perfect, perfect joy.
And as your needs release me I am not sure which one of us floats from the other.
Yet I will always be with you.
Naomi M. O’Donovan, Student Midwife