The last 4 weeks have been a complete whirlwind for our souls, so before things slip from my memory (not sure that could really happen), I want to share our son's birth story with you, along with a beautiful film captured by Amber Robertson from San Diego's finest birth photographer..she is the creative guru behind Labor of Love Birth Photography.
Let's go back, WAY back to your conception. It was August of 2013 and your Daddy and I had just completed the guest bedroom in our first home in San Diego. We used reclaimed wood from an old fence to make a "wood wall" in the bedroom. It looked amazing, and as I stood there smiling at the finished product I heard a voice, if you will, tell me that this would be my sons room. I was not pregnant, nor was I planning to be, as Harlow was quite the handful already so I brushed it off. When the Blue Moon in August arrived, your tiny yet powerful soul chose us to be your parents, this was not planned, and it took a while for us to embrace that we were yet again going to be parents for the second time. As we found ourselves one month from your estimated arrival date, we swore you were coming early.. I walked a lot along the beach in Carlsbad and chased your sister Harlow around the sand, botanical gardens and playgrounds, thinking you were going to fall out at any moment. Because Harlow's birth had been quite exhausting and traumatic, I made every effort to make this birth perfect, calm, and easy. I wanted a home birth, and after lots of hard work, I made that a possibility. I found a midwife who was more than on the same page as I, and I prepared for your arrival. I collected all my crystals, chakra candles, loving notes from my circle of women and chose which songs I wanted to hear. I hung my labor flags, taped reminders to breathe and smile, as well as photos to the wall. The birth pool was blown up and ready to be filled.. we patiently waited for you. Patience that lasted 10 days past your estimated arrival date, and included eating pineapple, dates, cinnamon, evening primrose oil, laughing with friends, dance parties to mommy's favorite band and rolling on the excersize ball.
7 pounds 4 ouches and 20 inches long, with no name yet (it took us over a week to decide), but we finally decided on Taj Ezra. Taj meaning "crown" in persian and Ezra meaning "help". We believe you are a very sacred soul on a powerful journey here earth side. You Taj, will move mountains, be a leader and a great teacher of love.
Some say that a child born this way may have special intuitive powers, be destined to be natural healers. Their purpose is to serve Mankind and to guide men and women to understand themselves, the world and universe within which we live.
In many cultures they're considered to be “Kings by Right". This is one of the reasons why Buddhist groups, to this very day seek out Caulbearers to be brought up to become Dalai Lamas.
Again, welcome sweet Taj, you are destined for a sacred powerful life filled with endless love and adventure.
Please take a moment to view Taj's birth film, shot and edited by the wonderful Amber Roberston of Labor of Love Birth Photography. Also visit Lavender Moon Midwifery and let Michele know she has my heart for the rest of our days. A phenomenal midwife and soul sister.