Home Birth #12…

I need to go back

and look at my records to see which number birth this was exactly but I’m pretty sure this was #12 😉

This mama is so cute and very fiesty

She had her first baby in the hospital and had such a bad experience that she was going against all her family’s statements of fear of the unknown, the fear of the misconceptions and accusations and had her second baby at her home.

Waking in the early morning hours she wondered if what she was feeling was ‘real’, a few hours later, she called her Midwives.  We arrived about an hour later, set up, did the usual vitals, set up the birth tub etc.  She was so strong and did excellent with every surge and continued around the house, cooking, making sure her mom was on a plane over and everyone else was taken care of and had breakfast. 

When transition came and the pool was ready for her.  She had read that pushing felt good to some women but for some reason she REALLY didn’t like it…until later.

Toilets are really under appreciated tools for labor and birth 😉

Mom needed time alone to herself and sat on the toilet for a few surges, then yelled for Selena to come in.  Baby was born a few minutes later.

We got her on the bed, nursing , as she ate and drank.  Older sister came in with daddy and they huddled on their bed, sister already protecting her baby brother.  As we did his newborn check, she made sure to tell us to be gentle and that he didn’t like it cause he was crying lol…such a great big sister.

As soon as he was born, her first words were, “I did it!”, “We did it baby, we did it together!”, “I can’t believe I did it”, “I feel so amazing, I could do it all over again.”

Mom thanked us and said she couldn’t have done it without us and Selena told her that she did, she did do it without us.  Mom just said, that we got her to a place where she could be by herself for a bit and then have her baby and that she was extremely grateful.

He looks just like his strong sister and mom and they gave him a great strong name too.

We left them all in their bedroom together, watching t.v., mom eating and baby resting soundly on her chest.

Nothing compares to the joy, love, reverence and overwhelming amazement of witnessing women, babies and families being created in so much love, right in front of your eyes and being able to hold the space for it to unfold.

Except for being the birthing mother

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