Sunday, September 7, 2014
She Begins the World Again
This is Maeve.
She was born at 10:05 pm on a rainy Saturday in August.
But that's the end of the story.
Well, that's the end of a story, but just the beginning of hers. There were a couple of false starts, culminating with a long walk around Manhattan's financial district at 4:30 am. Then another start, water breaking on a subway platform, and 15 hours of hard-as-hell labor, all ending with the most astonishing moment of my life: Maeve's happy birth.
She is quiet and sweet. She eats a lot and sleeps well, and I have spent the last month marveling at how I ever thought Edie's infancy was difficult. Upon reflection, I have decided to give myself a break, because, with Edie, I wasn't just learning how to live with a newborn, I was learning how to say goodbye to the life I had spent so much time building; a life I felt really lucky to have.
This time is easier, because I've already built a new life, one that I also love, and Maeve fits right into it. Like she was born to be a part of it.