I was so happy when your mum got in touch with us again. I was already able to be there for your brother’s birth and was really looking forward to yours.
At the start of your birth window, I visit your mum at your home. Your brother is there too, passing the time drawing. With you in her belly, it is getting harder and harder for your mum to walk for long, and cycling is no longer possible. She does not like that at all—she would love to be much more active. Three weeks later, you—your brother, dad and your mum, still with you in her belly—come to see me in Wädenswil. You still seem quite comfortable, and your mum gathers her mental strength and, in doing so, gives you a little more patience until you are ready for your birth.
Another week later, your waters start to leak a little during the night. Throughout the day, your mum keeps having contractions—sometimes more, sometimes less; sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker. In the afternoon I stop by, and because everyone is doing well, I go home again. Your dad takes your brother to your grandparents. Before that, though, he was still allowed to bathe in the already prepared birth pool!
When the contractions become regular, intense and long, your dad calls me, and Andrea and I set off for your place. Your mum is standing under the shower, making loud sounds, breathing through the power of labour beautifully. We hurry to bring the pool to a comfortable temperature with the hose and kettle. Your mum feels her first urge to push and is then happy to get into the warm water. Very slowly and powerfully, she births your head—she wants to birth you entirely on her own. Because you are still holding your arm to the side of your head, you then need just a little guidance from me, and then your mum gazes at you in awe. You are still under water. When she then lifts you up onto her chest, you immediately begin to cry loudly and your skin quickly turns pink.
On my way home, I see a shooting star and think of you.
A very warm welcome, little one.