Can’t quite believe that my baby is one. That this time one year ago I went to that absolutely crazy place that is giving birth and then held a (quite big, for a newborn, but still unbelievably small) baby in my arms. I once read a description of midwifery as ‘routinely transcendental’; coming face to face with the rawest ends of life becomes part of the job, but its shine cannot be dimmed. One minute there are three, or four of you in the room. Then, there is one more. It happens every day, everywhere, in every possible circumstance and social setting. But really: it is pure, indescribable magic.
Happy birthday, little one.