A couple years after birthing my first son at home we had to sell our house and move 3,000 miles away. It has been a long grieving process for me, very intense at times, and more than a year later I'm still grieving the loss--the loss of walking through, sleeping next to, living in, raising my kids in the place where my son was born. A holy spot on earth for me. Even the bloodstain on the rug seemed holy for a long time! It has been hard to relinquish something (a home where my child was born) that I will probably never have again that was so incredibly precious (no more children planned).
I remind myself that I brought my family with me when I moved and that is by far the most important, and realize how much I have just in that someday I can show my son the house where he was born, which hopefully will never be torn down, whereas the hospital where Baxter was born may not always be there. But it still chokes me up sometimes.
Sometimes I wish that he could have been born on the bed, instead, so that I could look at our bed and say, that's the bed where you were born, and not feel like I completely lost the place where he was born.
Have other mamas on this forum experienced losing or selling or moving out of their birthplace? What was it like? How did you deal with it? Did any of you know you might have to move and birth on a bed or quilt to somehow 'preserve' the memory of the experience?
I remind myself that I brought my family with me when I moved and that is by far the most important, and realize how much I have just in that someday I can show my son the house where he was born, which hopefully will never be torn down, whereas the hospital where Baxter was born may not always be there. But it still chokes me up sometimes.
Sometimes I wish that he could have been born on the bed, instead, so that I could look at our bed and say, that's the bed where you were born, and not feel like I completely lost the place where he was born.
Have other mamas on this forum experienced losing or selling or moving out of their birthplace? What was it like? How did you deal with it? Did any of you know you might have to move and birth on a bed or quilt to somehow 'preserve' the memory of the experience?















