I have known your parents since your mama’s first pregnancy. Back then, they were still young students. I was so delighted when your mama asked me for the fourth time to accompany her, and of course, I agreed.
As with your big brother, we tried for a home birth again, but somehow your family always wants to catch a quick breath of hospital air at the very end before being able to return home again.
When I arrived at your home, the atmosphere was half-excited, half-calm, as it was Monday morning and your siblings were soon to wake up and go to school. I focused on your mama, and your papa took care of your siblings. Your big sister was happy that it was a special day. Besides, she got to go out for fries at lunchtime with Grandma and Grandpa, which made her even happier.
When peace returned, your birth progressed well. You lay on the bed, sat on the toilet, lingered in the pool, and much more. Actually, everything looked so good, but we couldn’t manage that final push to bring you into the world. And so, when your mama said she was slowly becoming exhausted, we had no choice but to take an extra round to the hospital.
No sooner said than done: hardly had we arrived when we gave you ‘magic drops’—or so it almost seemed—and 25 minutes later, you were born wonderfully in the water at Triemli. You probably wanted to look at the stars too, which of course could be an explanation for the extra round.
All’s well that ends well: immediately you were crying in your mama’s arms, and Papa was also visibly relieved and delighted that you are finally here.
Welcome, little one. I am convinced your big siblings were infinitely excited to meet you and will hold you in their arms with much love.
It is wonderful that I was able to help and be present for your arrival on Earth.