My due date was originally going to be September 11, but my midwife changed it to September 12. "You don't want to have to tell people you're due on September 11," she said. I smiled and said truthfully, "I'm okay either way."
I firmly believe there are no dates on a calendar that are bad dates for a baby's birth. Even ones as infamous as September 11.
Today I wanted to stay focused on the positive, focused on breathing and relaxing and breathing and relaxing, so I intentionally avoided all the media coverage of 9/11. Some years I read the blog posts and watch the videos, some years I don't. Today was not a day I needed to be reminded of what happened nine years ago.
Except, of course, I'll always remember what happened on September 11. I just will.
But if Miss Baby had decided to arrive today I would have happily held her in my arms, breathed in her new baby smell, and been endlessly thankful. And no one would have said, "Too bad your baby was born today."
And should she arrive tomorrow, that will be wonderful too. Because the relentlessness of life is that even in the shadow of enormous tragedy and grief, there will always be beauty and reasons to celebrate. And no one will say, "Too bad your baby was born today."
It's true that my September baby will enter a different world than I entered.
It's also true that my September baby will enter the same world that I entered: surrounded by people and family who love and adore her.
There are no shadows long enough, no fear strong enough, nor any sorrows wide enough to hide the radiance a new baby brings into the world.
I'll always remember today. And it will remind me that a birthday is just around the corner.
Huge thanks to Sarah for taking these photos. She's so super amazing.