Chapter 7 - Transitions...

I’m scared…

“I know. I know. I’m right here. I won’t leave you. You’re almost there. You’re doing a great job,” I whispered.

Water—please, some water…

”Here you go. Sip slowly. That’s it. Let me moisten your lips,” I offered.

This is so hard…

”I know. I know,” I said softly, cradling her head in my arms.

Am I almost there?…

“You are so close. You’re almost there,” I replied, kissing her soft cheek.

I love you so much…

”I love you too. I’m here.”

I’m going to be sick…

”It’s OK. It’s normal to be sick right now. Here’s the basin. I'll help you.”

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…

”It’s OK. It’s OK. I love you.”

I’m tired…

”Yes, yes. Close your eyes. I will sit here quietly. I won’t leave your side.”

Why is it taking so long? I’m ready…

”Yes, you are ready, and you’re almost there,” I murmured, wiping her head with a cool cloth.

Hold me…

”There. There. Let me curl up beside you,” I said, as I crawled into the bed and wrapped my arms around her shaking body.

That feels so good. I need you to stay close…

”I’m here. I am right here.”

Her breathing deepened, and she grew quiet. I sat calmly by her side, fully present, a witness—the midwife accompanying her on this journey. And then—her breathing stopped, and my mom slid gently from this life…

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