This is the face of release. The face of a mother who’d just given birth to a baby after loss. I was exhausted. I was in pain. But I was exhilarated. She was in my arms, only 11 months after those arms had been forced let go of her brother. After nearly 9 months of teaching me how to navigate the emotional stress of a pregnancy after infant loss, she would now teach me what it meant to rise from the ashes.
Her birth meant so much more than I could fathom explaining. It was like coming up for air after nearly drowning under the crashing waves of grief and guilt. Her brother’s death had nearly destroyed me, and then…she was there, she’d arrived, and she’d saved me.