Spring has sprung—and yet, in these strangest and most disconcerting of times, it hardly feels like spring. It hardly feels like regeneration and rebirth. And yet… it’s important to remember that birth is not always easy. That the most well-laid of birthing plans often goes awry. Birth is always bloody and messy and on its own schedule—and it’s often also painful, and mixed with its fair share of grief and loss and even death. But in the midst of all the ripping away, all the forms being shredded and reformed—life emerges, life continues.