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Murph’s Musings
Delivered in a Car, Held in Faith
The incredible birth of Rowan Fox
The news arrives like a jolt through the still dark world~ Rhi had her baby.
Rowan Fox, born at 5 a.m., not in a hospital, not according to any schedule, but in motion, in surrender, in the wild space between intention and inevitability. Three and a half weeks early, lungs not quite ready but heart already steady. He sleeps in the NICU, small but strong, while Rhi, impossibly, is already home.
She saw this coming, not in detail, but in the deep, wordless way of those who trust the unseen. One doctor’s visit. A body that knew what to do. A mother who never wavered.
The details arrive in fragments, each more astonishing than the last. Labor began at home, fast and relentless, an unstoppable current. Before they even pulled out of the driveway, Rowan was born. No sterile hospital lights, no monitors or intervention, just raw, primal arrival.
She had wished for this ~ the quiet, uninterrupted moment of knowing, mother and child skin to skin, heart to heart, pulse to pulse. For thirty minutes, she held him on the drive to the hospital, a sacred pause before the world rushed in.
A child who enters like this is no ordinary soul.
