It was pointed out to me during the week that I am less of a Mad Cow and more of a Dairy Cow now that Benjamin has laid claim to my boobies!
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The children are all in clover!
Tinkerbell has been locked up behind the house for a couple of weeks now as she has laminitis. She was therefore present for the birth of the baby who will love, master and live with her into her dotage. She just lay by the back door all through labour and didn’t call out for Baby or make a fuss about her confinement like she normally does as soon as the sun is up. Instead she was quiet, present and contemplative until Benjamin was safely birthed into her world.
Midwife knows best
Tired, sore, shocked and happy!
Now I know why no-one can explain childbirth to you – it is inexplicable. There are no words to convey the act of labour, and I have a whole new respect for anyone who has ever endured it. And if you’ve done it more than once, I take my hat off to you! How could God be a man when only woman can conceive, nurture, grow and birth a baby? Man has many roles – protector, provider, rock and comforter, but he is no creator of life, and let’s face it no man could possibly live through labour!!
Macca stayed on the farm with us for four days fulfilling a vital role of counselor, friend, Mother, nurturer, rest police and breastfeeding expert. I am so grateful for that. I didn’t realize until after she was gone how much you need a wise friend who knows the ropes and will help you adjust and learn your new role – without judgement, with compassion and with infinite patience. Macca was that person and more and I feel so blessed that we have had her to share and learn from as we move through this major transition in life. Three days after the birth we (Ged, Macca and I) planted the placenta under an ‘Emperor’ Mandarin tree at the heart of our new, circular, vegetable patch. How fitting that Benjamin’s life support system should begin to feed Avalon’s. May he always be grounded, loved, nurtured and held here in his place in the world, his home, his land, his link to Mother Nature and the Goddesses who bore and birthed him. We three witches planting a placenta under a star-filled night in the centre of a circle – very pagan, very elemental, very right. Of course when Macca left, the Baby Blues arrived and I had a few howling sessions – mostly I was so proud of myself for having successfully traversed this major milestone in my life – against all the opposition and naysayers, the dream stealers and the prophets of doom. Also I was so grateful to Macca for having been such a wonderful facilitator, helping us to make our dreams come true. She was invisible and yet ever present, allowing, facilitating, encouraging and witnessing, the lighthouse we steered by, our guide and comforter as we wrestled with something beyond our control.
And now we are getting to know the newest member of the Love family . . . much is familiar from his habits and patterns in utero, but so much is brand new territory. Luckily Ged knows more about babies than I do from his years looking after his cousins and Steve and Cherie’s boys. But we have Macca at the end of a phone, and visiting once a week for the next six weeks, and we have intuition, a deep well of love for this miracle baby of ours, and a beautiful home to share with him . . .
Needless to say, Phoenix has his nose well and truly out of joint and he is not ‘the most beautiful boy in the world’ any more which is pretty harsh. But I hope he will love Ben as much as we do with time . . .
And unto us a son is born
‘And unto us a son is born. Unto us a child is given’
Waiting for Baby . . .
I was so sure that by now we’d have a baby to share with you. However, it was that little curly haired blonde girl who told me she was going to be a Virgo, 9 months ago. So since she is a boy, instead of a girl (presumably that means dark haired too), it is inevitable that he will be a Libra instead! Oh well, we need a bit of BALANCE in our lives . . .
Extreme Nesting!
Having got Arthur safely on the ground and on the udder, we had a crazy week turning our little house into a welcoming home for Benjamin. (Having been so certain about a name for so long, I have to admit to being completely open-minded now about what he/she might be called. I guess he/she will tell me when they get here . . . )
Arthur, King of Avalon
Well that Mad Cow FINALLY had her baby! Her udders were so swollen she could barely walk so Ged had a big chat to her when he fed her on Saturday night and said ‘that’s enough, Paddy, you’ve got to have that baby now.’ And when he woke up yesterday morning she was standing apart from the rest and looking a little strained so he went out to give her a hand. Apparently the nose and hooves were out but Paddy was heaving so he got his hands in there and eased the head, neck and shoulders out. The rest came out with just one push. (Good that he is getting lots of practise!) And we have a little bull for the farm. Arthur, King of Avalon. He’s VERY cute and cuddly with the longest, spikiest lashes you have ever seen.
George is MIA
It’s the end of an era at Avalon . . .
Belly belly
It looks like the race is on between the two mad cows at Avalon . . . . Paddy is really ‘bagging up’ now and her udders are bigger than mine (close, but no cigar!). It’s a close thing who waddles more and who eats more . . . we both have our noses in the trough 24/7! Ged says now he knows how Daisy feels when paddy head butts her off her feed – I am scrapping for the biggest bowl and the leftovers now!! Maybe Paddy is waiting for me so Macca the midwife can deliver us both!
Planting roots
It’s so good to be home, even though Mischa has left a hole in our hearts and a huge vacuum in our house. It feels so empty without her. Phee has his moments where he revels in being the spoilt only child again but he is as lost as we are without her to talk to, play with, explore and wrestle with.