05/04/2025
Solstice Rae Sulaver was welcomed into the world on April 4th at 1:38pm.
The 48 hours leading into her stressful but ultimately triumphant delivery convinced me that childbirth is the most grueling endurance sport on the planet. You can prepare and pray, but the event has its own agenda. What did Mike Tyson say? “Everyone has a plan until you get punched in the uterus?” I’m probably paraphrasing.
The carnage of childbirth is a complicated mix of adrenaline, stress, exhaustion, and euphoria. Mel was doing cervical Cirque du Soleil in every position imaginable. There were things on the outside of her body that I’m pretty sure belonged on the inside, and things on the inside that most definitely needed out.
We labored through the night: in tubs, on beds, and against balls. Time moves in fits and starts - some moments last for hours, while large chunks blur into nothing.
Although we had enough snacks to feed Napoleon’s army retreating from Moscow, at one point I was sent on a coffee run downstairs to Joe’s Java. God bless Joe and his Java. I drank so much caffeine I could feel my mitochondria making ATP.
And through it all - there was Mel. This powerful woman I love so dearly, weathering trauma, exhaustion, and pain with nothing but ice water and this superpower we call motherhood. As we neared the finish line, Soli’s vitals began to fluctuate wildly. With alarms buzzing, time became urgent. She had to be delivered now, or decisions to ensure her safety would be made for us.
After nearly 18 hours, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Mel popped up on the hospital bed. Her eyes were filled with the strength of a thousand suns and while nobody else could confirm, I swear I saw sunflowers exploding from her v***a.
Nothing comes between a mother and her cub.
Within minutes, Soli was born. In the end, there was more drama than I’d hoped for…but this is our story. There are moments in life that change you. They crack something open. And now, on the other side, everything feels a little more sacred.
Solstice Rae Sulaver. Our heart is yours, you lil’ drama queen.
Let the party of four begin.