The Birth of George
Whiling away the hours staring at our new-born son, I often find myself casting my mind back to his birth. The memories I have are not of the horrific scenes we are so often bombarded with in today’s society, but of positivity, empowerment, sheer determination, and a sense of awe in regard to the power our bodies possess, and our mind’s ability to remain completely focused at such a time. I spent the first 35 weeks of my pregnancy consumed…