162. In the Storm

And so our son was born Saturday night, after a totally fine labor process things went wrong and it was a cesarean. Except of course that things only go wrong if the result is bad. And it wasn’t.

Our little boy is healthy and fine but we have had about 5 hours of sleep all in all since that day (after a 12 hour medically induced labor), so … reality dictates that those entries will be written later. Maybe that’s also for the best, in terms of the stories that I can see hidden in events which now otherwise seem both terribly meaningless, insanely exhausting and beautiful beyond description.

Time makes stories visible out of chaos. That is my firm belief. And experience until now. Why should this be any different?