I was born into this world twenty-six years ago today. Imagine my mother: full, ready was she nervous? expectant? They told her they had to cut to pull me out– my brother before me had been pulled the same way. She told me she did go into labor– that despite the doctor’s schedule, it was in fact the day I decided to come. It took twenty-three years for me to be born naturally. In a dream I held my mother’s hand and breathed with her as she scrunched her face and pushed me out and the three of us were there together: daughter holding mother holding daughter, finally realizing the freedom of birth. Now my own womb grows with life and I understand how my mother is a daughter, too and so will I remain even as birth transforms and this child makes its journey to greet the world.