06/14/2019
Were your babies born “on time”? Only 5% of all babies arrive ON their due date, which is why we prefer to call it a “GUESS DATE” ❤️
Three years ago on this day I was ten days past my “due date”. Or should we call it *his* due date? We were both due, and I was surely being delivered into something. It would still be four days before he was born.⠀
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I’ve birthed two babies now at 42 weeks or beyond. They give us a due date the same way we look at the weather forecast ten days into the future. It is a soft prediction, an educated guess for the entire population. But for you? For YOUR body, for this one-and-only baby? The due date knows nothing about that.⠀
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How do you know if it is raining? How do you know if rain is coming? Do you just trust the weather app? No. You look out the window and look up at the sky. You open the door and feel the quality of the air, the way it hangs off your skin and fills your nostrils and hits your eyes. You take a deep breath in and smell the past, present, and future. You listen for clues. Without even thinking, your animal body senses what it has been learning and encoding since before you were born. You step outside, and the water in the air speaks to the water in your body. The fullness of the air converses with the hollow spaces in you.⠀
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You are body, and body knows. You know beyond your head. You know in the transmission of your pores, blood, and skin. ⠀
There are limits to logic. There are limits to man’s predictions and formulas. A due date is a game of telephone whispering, holding strands of truth but existing as an average of averages as it passes around the circle. ⠀
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There is a knowing that no technology can access. Lean into it. If you are safe and baby is safe, feel the wildness and deep peace of those days of waiting. In safety and with wisdom, will you meet yourself there? Will you trust your body to enter that space? Will you sharpen your senses and dilate into intuition? Will you become an authority of the power you already possess? Will you feel the mystery unfolding inside you, the unmeasurable vector where flesh dances into spirit?
