Birth.... the word bursts from the lips as a baby from his mother's womb. I know, I've seen it! We've just return from assisting my new nephew's arrival into the world. My 7 year old filmed it (perfectly!) while I jogged to the kitchen to snatched the 19 month old big brother from his high chair so he could watch his little brother's grand enterance. My sister labored like a pro. It couldn't have been better. A good birth. Even hours after, my sister said, "An easy birth." It's the hope of every pregnant woman. Can a woman really give birth at home and call it "easy"? Yes.. my last one was easy too. How God has blessed us!
During my last pregnancy I had lots of fear about the labor. My previous delivery with numero 4 was not was easy. He was posterior (sunny-side up). I really didn't know if I could ever do that again. This time my sister and I prayed for each other. And God was merciful.
I wondered "why" does birth have to be so traumatic and even dangerous? Why couldn't we just pop them out like baby kangaroos when they're itty bitty and then nurse them in a pouch until they hop out? I think it's because the "danger" attracts care givers and family like a moth to light. The baby is surrounded by loving people as it greets the world. (I know some babies are born in the hospital with professionals, bright lights, steril sheets and doesn't even get help by the family for a while, but in most of the world a family is waiting to nurture the soul).
The rejoicing here on earth after a birth and the rejoicing in heaven after a rebirth... whew, the angles must say-- they're finally here!