Bodi Moondog was born at 9:30PM on Friday, Oct 27, at home in Chelsea, weighing 6 pounds, 8 ounces, and measuring 19” long. Jessica had a quick labor, clocking in at 5 hours (one of which was in the office, one in the car headed to our apartment, and three in the birth tub!) The night ended with a celebratory pizza party with our lovely midwives and doula. The inspiration for his name comes from the word bodhisattva, meaning awakened, and his middle-namesake a composer who’s life and work is an inspiration for us.
Sometimes, we midwives, are lucky enough to attend more than one birth with the same family. While, all families we serve are special in their own unique way, there is a certain honor for being witness to the evolution and growth of a family and birthing person. Here is a little glimpse into the most recent edition to the MCNYC family, as well a look back to the past with the same family a couple years before. So many congrats!!!
Watch and admire as she births her baby with such strength and tranquility. Birth Story coming soon…
On the wintry eve of Sunday night
something happened hidden from sight
Under the covers before midnight’s stroke
we felt a wetness, her water broke
A full day would pass after the rupture
we tried walks, massage and acupuncture
Then waves of pain made her shake
contractions would rack her like seismic quakes
Each time it started I’d clock the pain
on top of each-other they came again and again
A husband and doula gathered around
To help my dear Rainbow as she let out a sound
A sound that was filled with hurt and fight
I dug into her back with all of my might
She reached inside and felt a head
Inside the bath her body bled
The midwife arrived not a minute too soon
Out of her cervix was a half moon
A stool was brought out next to the tub
A full head of hair showed like a shrub
Onto the stool labored my wife
Together we partnered to birth a new life
Then a magical body swooshed out
Into her arms my Rainbow did shout
Oh my god, oh my god, oh god, oh my
And with big open eyes the child did cry
It was then it began like a tale or fable
This world was gifted our dear Mabel
Our Birth Story
July 23 – July 25, 2017
I woke up Sunday morning during your usual witching hour of 5AM and decided to take a walk around Prospect Park. We walked together around the park loop and I thought about how much I couldn’t wait to meet you. It had been so many months of wishing and trying for you and a wonderful pregnancy dreaming of who you would be that the excitement of you almost being here felt like Christmas morning. You seemed comfortable just where you were though and I wondered on day 41w+3d if I was ever going to meet you. This was my first lesson in patience.
Words cannot convey how exiting it is to welcome a new life. This little girl was so wanted and waited for, by every one of us. Congratulations to this family, you are in our hearts.
People will tell you I was the most prepared person they knew.
No matter who you are, nothing can prepare you for birth.
At 5pm on Monday, November 7th, the day before both my due date and what was the unexpected coming pandemonium of the November 8th election in the US, my water broke.
Though movies like to herald a wet labor arrival, in a dramatic “whoops! splash on the sidewalk!” scene, it’s actually super uncommon to have your water break to begin.