The day that Cordelia was born was the day that I officially became a mother and also the day that I nearly died. I have not written about this here until now mostly because I had a little one to care for and in those days and weeks following I was busy recovering from not only childbirth, but also from my close call.
When Cordelia came into this world I suffered from uterine atony, in my case that meant that I very well could have bled to death. Don't worry, I didn't. I actually didn't realize how close of a call it had been, but the faces of my husband and mother told me the truth. When I look back at all of those early photos I can see how white the anemia left me, but I was still here.
I really didn't process the whole business until a couple of months later, on Thanksgiving day. It was my first family holiday as a mother. For some reason I felt the weight of that close call in one thundering wave. I could have missed all of this, this business of mothering. What a wonderful reminder, what a gift.
Yes, it's all very fragile, but that is what makes it so precious. I am here to be part of this great group of women called mothers. Most of us realize just what a wonderful opportunity we've been given and this week I want to touch on some of the many women who have been mother figures in my life and share with you a little bit about what I know of mothering from these women and the little experiences I've had thus far.