Our son, Finn Visser, was born last Friday. It’s been a whirlwind time since then.
It’s prophetic on three counts.
1. My milk has come in so strong that it spurts out.
2. Finn is in ICU where he is being fed through a tube, but once a day we get the chance to nurse. The tube-feeding has made him forget how the breast milk thing works, and he ends up just crying and being frustrated.
3. When I look at myself naked in the mirror, the changes in my body after having just given birth is really profound. I look like an ancient fertility goddess. A more abundant version than in my journal page, and even more abundant than the image of Inanna I had in mind.
So the only points I got wrong were that I’m not slim, and my baby isn’t a frog.
Oh and my milk only makes my shirt wet, it doesn’t turn into the Milky Way.