The birth of Wilbur, my dia de los muertos sugar skull tattoo.
Craig took me to Manu Tattoo in Petone & held my hand as I breathed & zen-ed through the outline. Then he took this photo where I look wiped out and you know what?
IT HURT SO MUCH MORE.
From the sacred heart on his forehead to the tudor rose on his chin & all the swirls and twirls in between? he hurt a LOT.
More than I was expecting, and I was expecting a lot because of the whole baby-skin on the underside of my arm.
On the other hand, it was good practice for my yogic breathing, mind power, disassociating tactics. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, focussing on sweeping the pain around my body instead of leaving it inside my arm.
I squeezed Craig’s hand until my fingers turned purple, and tried very hard to not twitch.
It worked! I survived & he is worth it. I love his little face.
And by the way? I have no idea why I named him Wilbur. It just seems to be his name.
Craig: huh. It almost looks blue where it’s not coloured in.
Me: That’s called BRUISING.
Now? he’s yellow. A yellow aura of bruising.