My husband is in the military so he’s away a lot. A few months ago, we had not even finished moving into a different house. My husband had to go on a 3 week long training. As he always is, my son was heartbroken. This time even more so since he was dealing with so much change at one time.
He had recently fallen in love with a Transformer toy, Heatwave the Fire engine. One day he was crying inconsolably and he wouldn’t listen to me so I began talking for Heatwave. He really responded to this and through Heatwave, we were able to talk to each other for quite a long time. Heatwave explained to him why his Daddy has to go sometimes, why our family moved into a new home, and that it’s ok to be sad and have a hard time with change.
As the conversation progressed, Heatwave told Dylan that he comes from a planet in the stars called Cybertron. Dylan’s face lit up and he said, “I come from the stars too! I come from the moon that looks like this!” He made a hook with his finger, referencing the crescent moon. He and Heatwave talked about what life was like on the moon.
Later that night, when the full moon came out, I said, “Look Dylan, the moon!” He said, “No, that’s not my moon. Evie’s from the circle moon. I come from the crescent moon.”
Everytime the moon is out, he assesses its shape and decides whether he or Evie is from that particular moon. He’s remarkably consistent. Evie’s from the circle moon. Dylan’s from the crescent moon.
The weird thing is, he’s right. Evie was born under a full moon and I looked it up, and Dylan was indeed born under a crescent moon. The crescent moon in Libra, to be precise.
Last Tuesday was his 4th birthday. I have had some emotional turmoil about how his birth played out. Now that I know what I know about Astrology, I understand that what happened had quite a bit to do with the moon being in Libra.
I was obsessed with having a natural childbirth. My OB pressed the issue of induction because of a medical reason, but I continued to refuse. My mom wanted to come to the birth, my husband wanted to know what days he needed to take for leave. So much revolved around the birth of the baby, and it was frustrating to not know when it was going to happen.
On November 10th, I caved. I went in for the induction. My mother was able to be present for the birth. My OB was pleased with me. It seemed to work out for everyone, except my own morals.
The morning of November 12th, 2009, I was hooked up to Pitocin. My bag of waters broke immediately and hard labor began. Soon I was in child’s pose on the floor, screaming in pain.
The nurse peeked her head in the room. In her Southern accent she said, “Ms. Wood? We can’t get a good heart rate reading on your baby. Can you please get back up in the bed?”
“No!” I shouted (or, rather, quietly mumbled). I stayed on the floor, it was the best means of withstanding the contractions. I had accepted the Pitocin, but I was going to do this without the epidural.
A few minutes later, “Ms. Wood, please get back in the bed, we can’t read your baby’s heart rate.”
I grunted but stood my ground.
Another 15 minutes, “Ms. Wood we need you to get back in the bed!”
I caved, crawled back in bed and pleaded with my husband to get me the epidural. I wasn’t able to do it how I needed, I might as well do it as conveniently as possible for everyone else… to keep the peace. What a Libran thing to do.
Being born under a Libran moon, my son reflects the qualities of Libra very much. Just earlier this week we were playing in a sandbox at a park. His little sister and another 2 year old were quarreling over a star toy. He dug through all the sand and found the exact same star toy and gave it to the other toddler. He’s very concerned with balance and equality.
He’s also (as most 4 year olds are) very interested in Superheroes. I believe he would make the most perfect superhero. He is very concerned with equality and justice (Moon in Libra) and not afraid of what he might find if he peeled back the layers of shady human behavior (sun in Scorpio).
The past 4 years have been amazing. He’s my first child and he made me a mama. It hasn’t always been a pretty adventure and we have been through a lot together. He weathers the stresses of the military family lifestyle remarkably well. He is the best big brother I have ever seen. He is so loving and nurturing. I am so very proud of him and I love him with all my heart.