Our new neighbors our wonderful and are doing a lot of neat things, many of which resonate with my own passions. I learned today that one of them is helping a midwife friend set up a non-profit in Malawi. The non-profit, The African Mothers Health Initiative works to create an environment in which women are free to experience and appreciate the birth process and motherhood as one of the great joys of human existence. The midwife who started the non-profit has a blog, Babycatcher which I will be adding to my reads.
I just finished reading Monique and the Mango Rains and have been reminiscing on my almost three years in Mali. Yesterday I felt the deep ache of yearning that sneaks in regularly now that I have an infant again and am not attending births. It has been almost a year since my last birth. I vomited regularly during my pregnancy with Nettie and after a beautiful December birth (during which I barely succeeded in concealing my regular trips to the bathroom to get sick), I decided to stop attending births until my baby was out and bigger. I have another birth in December and will slowly start to attend again but sometimes it is hard to push away the thoughts, "I want to be a midwife right now!" The senior apprentices were all aglow with stories of births at prenatals yesterday and my ache was palpable. There is so much to do and yet what I must do right now is mother, that IS enough. In order to move myself into the moment, I attended a late night yoga class, late for this mom of a little one who is waking several times to nurse at night. Ah, yoga. There is nothing like yoga to bring you back to the present moment, to nudge you back into balance. I try to move slowly.
But Babycatcher's recent post gave me a taste of my distant future.