Before I begin about birth, I have to share quickly a dream I had the other night, after I wrote the post about death. As I laid down to sleep, I sent a little prayer to the universe. A prayer to help me not be afraid of death or the unknown. Since I happen to know a lot of people on “the other side” I asked them to show me, give me a little hint of what dying was like, in hopes it would calm my fear about it. I fantasized about having a dream in which my dad took me through the stages of death and we ended up at the end, at the gates, where all I felt was love and happiness and I most defnitely did not feel pain or sorrow, and I would wake up reassured. Maybe he’d show me what it looked like. Maybe he’d even tell me how I’d go. And in my morbid little mind, that would be a fun dream. After dying so many ways in my dreams for years, I’ve become somewhat desensitized on the matter. Well that and experiencing death at such proximity at the age of 12. What I’m getting to, however, is that I did not have a dream like this. In fact, I hardly remembered any of my dreams from the night before, which for me is unusual. But there was one dream–if you can even call it that. It was more like a very short “scene” I was in. I was crouched down under some flat rocks. I don’t remember being alone but I don’t remember who accompanied me. Above us, over the flat rocks, was a stampede of rhinoceroses, running full force and I could hear the pitter patter of their feet and watched as little tiny rocks spilled into the hole in which I was huddled in. That’s it. I remember knowing in the dream that this was my answer from the other side, and sort of chuckling about it. I’ve never heard anyone relate death or the afterlife to a rhinoceros stampede, but the subconscious works in symbols, not plots. So I’ll have to get my mom to help analyze this one. It was still fun to at least feel like someone or something had heard that prayer I sent. Ask and you shall receive.
But enough about death for now. Today wasn’t filled with thoughts about death and the end and the sometimes mentally paralyzing mystery of life. Today, I thought about life and beginnings. Last night, I had a dream that my brother Nick sent me a text message which read “It’s miraculous. It’s real.” Somehow in the dream I knew that he meant his wife was going into labor. When my eyes opened this morning around 9:30 to yet another killer migraine, I picked up my phone to see a text message from Nick. “Estee’s water broke.” I smiled with relief. Finally, she was going to be here, and I was going to be an aunt for the second time. No more talking about the baby in future tense, no more guessing who’d she look like and whether she’d have Estees genes and be on time or Nick’s genes and be late for everything. She was going to be here in physical form now. She was going to be her own governing self.
As much as death mystifies me, the process of conception, pregnancy, and labor mystify me just the same, if not more. I remember learning in anatomy class many of the things that have to go right in order to conceive and carry a child. Once hearing them, the idea of it all sounds impossible. And yet, we do it. It is natural somehow. Nick’s text message in my dream is just how I feel about all of it; that it’s miraculous.
At 6:41 this evening, I received the first photo of her. 8.2 pounds. “Say hello to Olive Marie Gelpi,” it said. I stared and became a little lost in the photo. She has these big cheeks and beautiful hair and looks excessively calm. Something about a new life inspires even old souls; looking at the photo I felt this strong sensation that humans are the most capable creatures on the planet. Here Olive is only a few hours old, and already her path is being built. The energy is changing. I’m not even her parent, but here I am gazing at this photo and thinking of all the things she can do. I want to tell her that too–that she can do anything, Like some cliche high school year book signature. Dear Olive, Reach for your dreams! You can do anything! But these were the feelings popping up in me. Mostly I just feel happy she made it. 10 fingers and 10 toes as they say. Baby and mom doing well as they also say. The most beautiful part of today, is that a child was brought into the world first to two parents who want her and love her, unconditionally. Just for showing up, they love her. This is a good start. And then to two sets of grandparents who love her and will inevitably spoil the crap out of her and show her that she matters. And then to three aunts and two uncles who will tease her to toughen her and help raise her in every way we know how. If it takes a village to raise a child, I’d say she has a pretty good start. Today I’m not thinking about sickness and death. Today I’m thinking of human possibility and what we’re capable of. And it suddenly feels like a lot.
Happy Birthday Miss Olive Marie. I can’t wait to see who you are and what you will do.
Health, Happiness, Possibility.
13 thoughts on “Speaking of Death, Let’s Talk Birth.”
Olive is one of the cutest babies I’ve ever seen. Congrats to you and your family, hope you’re having a good day.
“but the subconscious works in symbols, not plots.” I love that. You’re absolutely brilliant! I really enjoy reading your posts, keep on writing :)
Congrats!! And may many more good signs and peaceful dreams come your way
big hopes… big hopes…
That is one beautiful baby! Congratulations!
Olive is a gorgeous addition to the world!
Congrats on your brand new niece! And congrats to Nick and Estee too! She’s so beautiful, and introducing her like that in such an eloquent post was the icing on the cake. Welcome to the world, Olive!
Congrats on a beautiful niece!
So where the rocks you were under a covering? That’s interesting, because I consider Jesus my covering, and the Bible talks about him being the corner stone to build on. God, the Father, is also often referred to as a rock, because He is a solid place to stand on. That’s my thoughts, for what they’re worth. I know I couldn’t get through this life without Jesus and his protection.
I just wanted to let you know that having been awarded the ‘Tell Me About Yourself’ award I was required to also nominate seven bloggers and I simply had to include your blog in my nominations.
Hope that is ok as I really do appreciate and ejoy your blog.
You can find out more about the award here.http://reson8freedom.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/tell-me-about-yourself-award-so-blessed/
Welcome to this world, Olive. It may feel like a crazy old rhinoceros stampede sometimes (yeah, definitely an interesting dream!) but you came at EXACTLY the right time. For a lot of people who will love you and protect you from rhinoceroses, mean girls and some other cranky people you will have to encounter in this life.
It’s quite a ride.
Health and blessings to you all.
OMG! how fun!
Welcome to our world Olive! It’s not the best right now, but you can make it better.