Why I chose *here* to labor with my baby
Happy bday to my little boy, and (finally) the birth story for you
This is where I labored outdoors last summer. It embodies all the paradoxes of a powerful childbirth. Amazing it’s been over a year ago already!
I chose this place to labor because it makes me feel good, while embodying all the paradoxes of a powerful childbirth:
flowing free and wild; contained by the safety of the banks
electrically energizing; auditory soothing
full of ancestral history; unique to this day
My family was with me, including my mom. As the surges would crest, she’d look at me with sideways laughter, “Daughter, shouldn’t you be heading home now?”
“Not yet, Momma,” I’d reply. “I still need one more swim.”
A happy birth story for a lucky mama and handsome baby boy
It was July, hot, bright and sunny. I had attended 2 home births as a doula earlier in the year (well, one I walked through the door to hear the baby’s cries, right at the pinkening dawn of a late winter morning). I was grateful my baby was coming in the summer, and t…
