Amniotic Fluid: The First Holy Water
Every time a baby is born to my hands, I am ungloved. Not on purpose. It’s never on purpose. Even when I attend the ceremony of birth as prepared as possible—my heart, mind, and spirit aligned—with the gloves right in my pocket, the baby chooses to bless me with the waters. The magical fluid of birth.
It’s never a feeling of disgust; it’s the highest honor. You chose to bless these hands to touch your crown? Every time it happens, no matter how prepared I am, time fleets. The ancestral knowing kicks in and nothing else matters. I was chosen. Electricity flows. Adrenaline pumps. Heart and hands steady as ever. How? Who’s taking over? How am I so blessed?
My initiation and walk into midwifery was chosen by spirit. Even when I resist, another baby comes to bless these hands.
These hands are blessed to come in contact with the divine time and time again.
