Category Archives: Freebirth/UC

Nikki’s Freebirth

“I can’t imagine birthing any other way. #FreeBirth

This pic was after delivery, herbal bath. For my last two unassisted births I birthed standing up. My last two births were so quick couldn’t make it in the birth pool, not even for labor. 25 min. birth and 45 min birth all from first contraction to birth.”

Kristi’s Freebirth Story of Baby#7

Fifth UP/UC, Third Son (Seventh Child) born on 01/07/2018

Despite being our seventh babe, the pregnancy came as a surprise. Once the original shock wore off, we were so thankful for the newest babe growing in my womb. We shared the news with my oldest daughter first, who then wanted to tell her siblings through the game hangman. As they solved the puzzle, their faces lit up with excitement once they learned the news. Another babe was joining our family!

It was an uneventful pregnancy but I got quite big and it was more and more uncomfortable getting around. By the end of it, I had gained over 70lbs to my dismay. I took a poll asking friends to guess the reason for my extra large belly: lots of fluid? big baby? twins? haha

At 2:56pm on January 6th, I noticed a change in the contractions I’d already been having for a couple weeks. The intensity was changing and began taking my breath away and made it a little more difficult to talk or walk through. I watched them for an hour, asking my husband when he’d be home from work, and informing him that the contractions were 7-15mins apart and increasing in intensity. I made a guess based on history that he should be home in under 4 hours to be on the safe side and I’d let him know if anything changed that needed him to come home sooner.

Not much changed by the time he got home so we just hung out. I let my friend know that it might be the real thing and to keep her phone on. I went to lay down around 8 to see if the contractions would stop or wake me up when I laid down. Each one woke me every 7-15mins over the next hour. It wasn’t comfortable so I got up and went to sit with my husband in the living room. I decided to call my friend and let her know that she could come in about an hour or so but that it could still subside at any time. She came and we chatted between contractions.

About 3am but while they were increasing in intensity, they were still 7-15mins apart. Since she lived close by, I suggested she get home and we get some sleep and I’d call her when I thought it was time. I went to bed and woke up with each contraction, still maintaining about 10mins apart and chose to get up around 6am as the contractions were too much for in bed. My husband also got up to help with the kids as I worked through the contractions and rested. My friend joined us around 10am or so and we enjoyed each other’s company between contractions. With each contraction, depending on where my husband was, I’d call to him and he’d sit with me as I breathed through it.

I would begin to question whether I was truly in labor, and then I’d have a strong and intense contraction and we’d all laugh that it obviously was. I noticed with a couple of the contractions that my body began bearing down so I was trying to decide where to ultimately labor and birth the baby. In the past, I’d ended up in the bathroom and that was where I stayed until baby was born, but I was a bit apprehensive of the intensity and wanted something a bit more comfortable. My husband brought our mattress into the living room and covered it with the shower curtain we had bought, to protect it. I climbed onto the bed and started out on all fours for several contractions.

I then turned around for a bit. At 1:45pm, as I was laboring in a sitting position. Lots of water kept coming and coming, so my friend helped my husband to get some towels underneath me.

I decided I wanted to be on all fours again and turned around. I labored there and more water kept coming. It was quite surprising just how much water there was, actually. haha I continued to labor and the intensity was too much for the strength I had left. My legs were shaky and I chose to turn around. I am unsure whether I regret this or just think it would have been easier if I just held out a little longer. I didn’t know at the time that baby was going to be born very soon.

I decided I wanted to sit on my bottom, so I turned to do so and I chatted with my husband. He always knows just what to say to make me laugh. I was sitting on towels now, because of the waters that had poured out onto the bed. The contractions were difficult in that position with no support behind me, so I had my husband sit behind me to lean on him.

With each contraction, now much closer together, I allowed my body to bear down as my husband reminded me to breath and follow my body. I could hear myself hollering and roaring with each push so between contractions, I looked to my 13yo daughter to remind her that I was okay and not to worry. Her and my 11yo daughter was present, awaiting the arrival of their youngest sibling.

I checked to see if I could feel the baby’s head and I felt it, all squished and coming down. I continued to bear down, and felt myself poo. I was thankful that I was covered in a blanket for my personal comfort of modesty. It was around this time that I could hear voices surrounding me and I realized someone was praying. I found great comfort in it and I was so thankful that I had my friend and her daughter along with my two daughters present. I continued to push and felt the baby descend, I could feel the baby’s head all squished as it crowned and asked my friend to check to make sure it was the head and not the bottom (though in hindsight, labor would have been more intense for my back and hips if that had been the case). She assured me it was the head and I relaxed despite the burning sensation.

I heard myself say to my husband that it was too hard and he encouraged me and reminded me of what I’m capable of. I began to roar again and pushed the baby’s head out. I was shocked how big his head was, as it was bigger than the size of the birth canal. I said the head was out and was facing down. I breathed and continued following my body’s lead and pushed the rest of the body out with another roar, feeling arms crossed at the chest. I breathed a sigh of relief for a moment before uncovering the baby from under the blanket at 2:20pm. I saw he was a boy, noticed poo up his back, then I saw his arms flop, and his face was purple.

I noted to my husband that he was purple and I needed a towel. I wiped his face, wiped his back, and rubbed his back and chest to encourage him to breath. Ready to take the next step, he made a little squeak and his color began to pink up, then he began to cry.

I looked up at that point to see everyone tearful. He was here. He was here after 24hrs of labor, all 11lbs of him with that 15″ head! I laid back with him and could feel all the work I had done and felt tired. Not long after, I delivered the placenta, thankful to find that I hadn’t torn at all. My husband then cut the cord, helped me wash up, and cleaned up from the birth, then helped me to bed so I could sleep and nurse the baby. I slept for the rest of the day and through the night as he took care of the rest of the kids.

Chelubai Theodore (whole hearted gift of God) has been nursing like a champ and is a sweet addition to the family. It’s as if he was here all along. Life has been pretty normal considering another person being added to our crew. The Lord knows good gifts and this boy is a great gift indeed.

So thankful for you, Chelubai…

Tiara’s Unassisted Birth of Tobias

Before I begin I’d like to note that I had planned an unassisted hospital birth (as I had with my first son) with plans to labor at home as long as possible.. but ended up being an unplanned unassisted homebirth.

At around 5am on Monday Sept 21st I woke up with severe pain in my left thigh and groin. I could barely take a step and felt as if my entire pelvis would split in half. I went to take a warm bath and came to lie back down shortly after. Every movement was excruciating and I began to think I was developing something called SPD which is a common condition in pregnancy that causes the kind of pain I was feeling. I quickly called my chiropractor to go in and have an adjustment hoping it would help relieve the pain.

About a half hour before I left, the pain subsided being replaced my mild regular contractions about 15-20 mins apart. Once I began pulling out I experienced a very intense contraction that I had to breathe through. It was at that point that I decided I might actually be in labor!!! Lol

I had planned on my husband going to work for a good part of the day because we figured I wouldn’t have the baby till later that night of even the next morning. Nevertheless I had my husband go in late and come with me to the chiropractor because the contractions were strong enough that I didn’t feel I should be driving…

Once we arrived at the chiropractor my contractions were much stronger coming about every 8-10 mins. By that time the pain in my pelvis was gone, BUT I knew having an adjustment could really Kickstart my labor so I thought, “BRING IT ON!”

I had a few more intense contractions before we left and from that point on it felt like labor stalled for a bit (which was good considering I’d really need the rest for how fast it would pick up from that point on).

I’d say after about an hour or so contractions began coming in waves about 5-7 mins apart. Quite bearable but I found myself having to breathe and sway through them. I labored on my own in peace, in my new home, with my kids nearby playing as I listened to scripture and prayed myself through each wave…

It was surreal. It was REALLY happening! And I wasn’t afraid… I completely trusted my body’s ability to labor and give birth naturally and normally WITHOUT any medical intervention.

It was so empowering to be able to move freely through each contraction, walking, standing, squating, swaying my hips and laboring on my birthing ball. With each contraction I feel deeper into myself and began visualizing my body opening up and allowing the baby to descend through the birth canal. At a certain point I began to run a bath and got into the shower while it filled up. Felling the warm water hit my belly was so soothing and relaxing and I swayed back and forth with each contraction until the tub was ready. I still felt like I had plenty of time and I was confident being by myself with my children. I felt no need to call hubby at work and just surrendered to what was happening inside of my body. No tension, no fear. Pain yes, and absolutely bliss. Total serenity.

I got into the tub and my contractions were coming every 5 mins and becoming a little more uncomfortable but still bearable. Within about a half an hour I felt like it was time to call hubby so I did so. Contractions at that point we’re 3-mins apart and very strong. Hubby arrived to me in the tub vocalizing through contractions. He asked if I wanted to go to hospital and I told him no, not yet. I still felt like I had plenty of time left and wanted to continue to labor at home. Within a few minutes I felt like I needed to get out of the tub to sit of my birthing ball. Contractions were so strong that I couldnt seem to find a position that was comfortable enough to labor in. I began feeling like I couldn’t do it anymore (transition) and decided that it was time to go to the hospital and demand EVERY single drug they’d be willing to give me! ( I should’ve known the baby was coming because transition is where I normally become irrational and try to “escape” labor)

I began to stand up saying, “Let’s go NOW!” as I did so I had a massive contraction, my body gave one involuntary push, and my water broke. I could feel the baby’s head entering the birth canal and I knew we weren’t going to get out that door in time.

I immediately dropped to the ground for the next contraction. I could feel my body effortlessly working and pushing on its own without any help from me whatsoever. With the next wave his head was born. Yet another and out came the rest of his body right into daddy’s arms!
I was euphoric! Elated! I had done it!!!! I just birthed my baby unassisted in my own home! Ahhhhhh!!!

As soon as Tobias was born I told me husband to call an ambulance and I checked to make sure he was breathing and looked him over to make sure he was ok and that I wasn’t losing too much blood. Paramedics arrived within 15 mins and we’re surprised to see how calm everyone was. They checked us both and said everything looked great. By then baby was nursing and and I was beside myself. I did it! I owned my birth and I was so proud of myself and my husband. He was amazing through it all (I thought for sure he’d panic) and even strengthened me when I felt like I couldn’t do it anymore. It was beautiful and empowering and I’m grateful to God that for this little addition to our family.

Tobias: meaning The goodness of God, was born at home at 3:45pm after 7 hours of labor and 15 minutes of active pushing. 7lbs 11oz 20 1/2 inches long My biggest baby and my easiest pregnancy, labor and delivery.

Freebirth of Evangeline Rose Perkins

My Beautiful Freebirth of
Born at home and into her Mommy’s hand’s
 on June 12, 2013 at 5:05pm
10 pounds 8 ounces, 20.5 inches long, 15 inch head
Throughout the day I did laundry and cleaned like a mad woman. I walked around in my night gown through contractions eating a mango, peach, coconut smoothie that my oldest brought me home from his work. Mmmmm..Delicious. Where else can you pace around through contractions pant-less while sipping on a smoothie—no where but HOME. I talked with my good friends on the phone and facebook and then came to a point when I could no longer talk and needed to concentrate. Things became serious. I was trying to relax my body and allow baby to move down and out, but these contractions were so strog and hurt! I needed privacy and asked to be alone for a while. I squatted……
 I walked…..
 I swayed……
I got on my hands and knees…..
 I bounced on the birthing ball…..
 I sat on it…..
 I laid back….
 I couldn’t get into a position that I wanted and that felt right.
 I asked hubby to come back in and held onto his hands as I leaned back into intense contractions. At this point I told him I couldn’t do it. What was I thinking? This hurt!!! He reminded me that I could and I’ve done it before and I was almost there. How did he know? He was just a man. I wanted to kill him…but only for a second. lol. Oh, I hurt so bad.
I felt the urge to go potty, so I got up and waddled to the toilet. While sitting on the toilet I had another intense contraction and felt to see if I could feel her head. The contraction was pushing her down through me. What an incredible and INTENSE feeling. I realized that the toilet was where I wanted to stay. The support from squatting and the ability to feel her coming down was exactly what I needed. I called for hubby to bring in the extra shower curtain and laid it on the floor. I had another contraction and could feel her shoulders pushing down through my cervix. I had a brief moment of thinking how during my first two hospital births i never remember being so in tune with my body and what I was feeling. Her head was about to crown with the next contraction. I yanked the towels down off the rack and onto the plastic. Hubby asked me what I was doing???….guess he thought it was odd to have a baby next to the toilet. I told him her head was coming and I was going to push her out right there and to go get the camera. With the next contraction I dropped to my knees on the ground. INTENSITY hit.

The Unassisted Birth Stories of Micah & Apple Blossom

photoA snippit of Peacy’s story (March 10, 2011):

About an hour after sunrise, I feel a swelling in the birth canal. This is such a powerful moment – I can really feel her – she is so close! Somehow, through all those months of her growing inside of me, it never really hit me that she was real – now it hits me! The contractions are so intense that I don’t even really feel them, (or at least that is what my memory tells me!) I am in the most beautiful trance – I can feel her so close!! Soon, I feel her pushing against the wall of my vagina – her door to the world. I put my hand back to feel her. So incredible! I can feel her! But… is that her? It doesn’t feel like a head! I ask Joey to look. He agrees – it doesn’t look like a head, or like any part of a baby. It looks like a membrane. Then I realize my waters never broke! It’s the caul! She keeps going back up inside me and then pushing back down. I can feel her with my hand, and I feel like I’m stretching as much as I can. I even try pushing her out, but she’s not even close to crowning.

I ask Joey to look in our copy of “Spiritual Midwifery” to see if he can find anything about what’s happening. I want to know if it’s ok for us to break the caul, or if I should just keep trying with the caul intact. Joey reads for a bit, while Peacy keeps going in and out. He finds something on late rupture of membranes, but nothing helpful. I ask him to break the caul – he uses his fingernail and breaks it. Relief! Instantly I feel freer, and can tell that Peacy does too. Her head starts to crown!

224A snippet of Micah’s story (December 8, 2012):

Things speed up so quickly! I hadn’t realized how much inhibition I had been feeling. Now I am alone – I feel completely safe and unreserved – Ireally am able to let go, and it is so, so, so powerful!!! It is a beautiful blur! Contractions are coming one after another, and so strong. I realize the bathroom is not where I want to be.

I leave the bath and head out into the rest of the house. There is a candle burning – it is luminous, swirling. The whole house seems to swirl around me. I am rocked by such a powerful contraction as I am walking, and it brings me to my knees. It is mind-blowing. I don’t feel in control of my body – it seems to have an intelligence so far beyond my mind! Micah is coming so quickly!!!

I want access to the potty bucket. I feel like I have to go pee, but I don’t want to be in the bathroom. I feel super-human! Somehow, I manage to drag the whole potty bucket contraption and a bunch of towels out of the bathroom and into the kitchen/living room through those infinitely powerful contractions! For some reason, I want to be right there by the couch. It feels so right. My body does this before I even have a second to think about it. I sit on the potty to go pee, but I jump up almost immediately, almost involuntarily, and then fall to the floor on my hands and knees. I feel him!! He is right there in the birth canal, so close!!

I smile with such joy!! I don’t remember ever in my life feeling so much joy and pure elation! I say his name, (for this time around, I know his name.) It feels like pure light flowing from my mouth as I say it, almost out of breath: “Micah Starlight Rowan Flower Frost!!!” My whole being is pure, blissful love. I say his name again, and there is another burst of infinite love! How can this get anymore beautiful?!!!! I call him again and again and again!

“Micah Starlight Rowan Flower Frost! Micah Starlight Rowan Flower Frost!!!”

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The Freebirth of Aria Joann


Once the pool was ready I got in, and let me tell you, it was like my own little piece of heaven. The warm water made the contractions much more bearable, I took that time to talk with Michael and Jessica and love on little Michael and assure him that mommy was ok, although he seemed to be handling it better than I thought he would. The water eased the pain but it also slowed things way down so after Jessica and I talked about it we decided that it would be a good idea for me to get out and walk around some more. All of the kids were up by now but they behaved exceptionally well, I think my nephews mostly stayed in our spare bedroom or played in little Michael’s bedroom with him because I don’t remember seeing them much but Abby, our 4-year-old niece watched the whole thing (I didn’t even know she was there until after Aria was born because she was so quiet). Once I got out of the pool I walked around the apartment, again leaning against walls swaying and moaning through them. After being out for about 15 minutes or so I went and checked myself to see if I could feel the bag (I could!) and then sat on the toilet to try to pee before I got back in the pool. Sitting on the toilet is a good place to be while contracting because it helps baby move down but it also really sucks. Finally me, Michael, Jessica and Abby went back to the bedroom and I got back in the pool and while it helped ease up the intensity of the contractions it didn’t slow things down this time! I tried a few positions in the pool and the two that were most comfortable for me were sitting with my legs tucked under me and being on my knees leaning over the side of the pool. In between contractions I ate some of the frozen fruit Michael had brought me (the watermelon was amazing!) and drank lots of water to make sure I didn’t get dehydrated like I did when I was in labor with our son (I puked A LOT with him). Michael kept a bowl of cold water by the pool to dip the washrags in so I had a cool rag on my neck or face at all times, he was amazing and super supportive throughout the whole thing. By this time my contractions were much stronger and there was barely a break in between them, I flipped over to where I was sitting on my bottom leaning against the side of the pool holding onto the handles when I got this overwhelming urge to push, my body started doing its own thing and pushing by itself. I told Michael and Jessica what was happening and they encouraged me to push and told me how well I was doing.

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Birth Story of Z

(curse words included)

I had been having prodomal labor for almost a week. The last two days had been hormonal hell, crying over everything on earth, not wanting to be around anyone. I felt like i was in labor…but I wasn’t in labor. Fuuuck.

Saturday Milton and I talked about my fears about going over due (R’s birth related ptsd), the issues with even natural induction methods, and any other issues I needed to sob out. I felt ready, he cleaned the bathroom, it was baby time…except it wasn’t.

On Sunday I ordered a gentle birth tincture almost exclusively in hopes that if I ordered 2 day shipping, I’d go into labor before it got here.

Monday I woke up yet again over all devastated, cried over Facebook like a 12 year old and decided to take a bath.

In the bath I rationalized that while I wasn’t comfortable using nipple stimulation to straight up induce (it took 3 hours of nipple stimulus with L), maybe if I did ten or so minutes a day the little boost of oxytocin would help a bit and at least give me a false sense of control. Lol

So almost immediately I got stronger contractions and pretty much instantly felt the baby punch and kick me hard while I was contracting, then a little tap, crack, or popping sound . At first I thought I heard her kick, but realized that made no sense…so maybe water breaking? …but I didn’t feel a gush so maybe not? I stood up…but I was in the tub…so who knows, water dripping regardless so no help there.

However my contractions start actually having a little of the type of pain I typically associate with labor so I started thinking that maybe I was on the verge after all and maybe just maybe I was going into labor.

After I had what appeared to be waters with a couple contractions (but only a little!) I thought…ok maybe probably.

I contacted Milton at 11:34 and let him know I might be in early labor. Milton had been planning on coming home early anyway, stating he just felt like he needed to be home before this even happened (maybe he could subconsciously smell labor on me). So I reminded him that I had long labors, he could wait to see if this was even real if he wanted to. Nope. He was on his way. At that point my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart but only 35 seconds long. I also let my ex know I was probably in labor.

By 12:10 I had a tiny bit of bloody show and decided this was probably definitely maybe it. Lol. Suddenly I was starving and asked Milton to pick up Chinese on his way home.

By the time he got there I was only able to eat a few bites. I walked around the house as Milton got my birth pool set up (fuck my planned land birth i would need to float this time) feeling a little silly for feeling so overwhelmed all ready…I kept thinking it would ease up soon because my labors always do.

The boys got home right after or before Milton and the bigs entertained Zara in their room.

As Milton was filling the pool i started feeling really overwhelmed, the contractions seemed to be coming right on top of each other. At this point I decide I am definitely somehow mysteriously in labor and a bath won’t stop it so I really need to ease up the pain.

The bath gave me about ten minutes respite before they started picking up again. Hard. Fast. Painful. I was feeling totally overwhelmed again and thinking that I will have to deal with 20 to 30 hours of this. I couldn’t do it. There was just no way. I needed my birth tub. (My case of the couldn’t should have been my first clue. But I was so sure there was no way could I be in transition all ready.)

Somehow between contractions I waddled into the living room and talked to Milton for a minute before I suddenly became very nauseous and shouted for a receptacle and absolutely puked my guts out. (Clue number 2) I remember thinking it was really dumb that I was puking this early in my labor. How was I gonna stay fueled for my “long” labor if I couldn’t eat?

But my contractions were coming to furiously to worry about that now. As I sunk into the still cool water I start having Milton apply very firm counter pressure while I contract.

I ask for more hot water which he gets to pouring, periodically shouting at him to “PUSH ON MY BACK” (baby was evidently moved back into a posterior position) between the water and Milton I was just barely making it through each contraction. I thought I was cold so was asking for more hot water, am I shaking because of transition (3rd clue) or cold? Must be cold.

At this point the contractions were coming so fast that Milton could only get one bucket of water dumped or even just walk back to the sink before I was shouting for him again.

Finally my mom got there. She took over hot water duty while Milton pushed on my back. At some point I started providing my own perineal support as the pain/pressure was getting even more intense.

Just as I was starting to try and think of that pain as pressure, I felt a shift inside me…a movement…testing, I pushed a little…oh that felt better, I immediately fell into my humming moo groan sound. (I was finally starting to catch these clues but I still didn’t really believe it)

“Oh shit” I said as I felt that shift…then after the pushing experiment.

“I think we may be having a baby soon.”
Two or three half assed pushes just to ease the pain. I start to worry that I’m not fully dilated and might be pushy because of a cervical lip so I decide it’s time to check…and I feel skull. Well hell ok then. But I can’t feel whether there is still cervix behind the baby’s head so I ask my mom to check for me. She washes her hands and just gets by the pool and another contraction overtakes me. As it does my fetal ejection reflex kicks in, “never mind, they’re crowning” I manage to sort of whimper-shout. Next contraction hurts, actual ring of fire…I don’t add to the fetal ejection reflex. Wanted to give my body time to adjust since labor had been so short. But the next contraction wasn’t taking no for an answer, her head was coming out! Milton smiled and told me her head was out, as he was seeming to reach in her direction”don’t pull on them” I wailed as I reached down to touch my baby. The worst part was over now but… I had dilated so fast the mucus plug had come out with the baby, I could feel a film over her head, at first I think she’s got a flap of vaginal tissue covering her face *horrors*, no wait maybe the membranes? I ask if she’s in the caul, Milton says no just baby. Well ok then. I resolve to figure it out later.

As I am waiting for the next contraction I feel a wiggly tug in my vagina “don’t pull on her Milton”

“I’m not baby” then mom excitedly telling me the baby is turning. Oh, it’s the baby fighting it. Geeze.
Milton asks me if I want him to hold my knee. Yes!
And now we have a few seconds rest while waiting for the next contraction.

Contraction starts and I know I am done, baby will be out within seconds. “Get her out” I say as she slides free of me. Milton picks her up, grinning ear to ear while mom supports her head. They pass her to me. She is totally covered in thick vernix. She’s already fussing and breathing. She seems so tiny.
One contraction later and the placenta is delivered…which I’m kind of pleased about because she was so tiny looking I thought she might be a twin for a second.




3:15 pm 8 lbs even, an amazing 22 inches long.

I can’t believe that just happened.

She is a mellow and easy going baby. Delightful…but I still haven’t slept much. lol

As a side note, they had the presence of mind to call the kids in just as she was out of the water. The children said they were listening at the door to my noises and came out when they heard a little squeal.




Choose to Give Birth Alone – Witness

“Giving birth or give birth?”  This phrase has taken his popularity in Quebec in the 1980s, is it still relevant? For Rachel who chose to give birth by herself, YES, “birth or give birth” is the foundation of his vision from birth. And since we made ​​it very clear qu’accoucher hospital was accepting SE give birth, she did her research, has informed debunked childbirth and chose to give birth to her son very place where it was designed …

Interview with Rachel,

mother of an only child, born at home without medical assistance (ANA)

Q: People in general have never heard of free birth (another term for ANA), you knew people who had given birth in the family?

Rachel: No! In the beginning of my pregnancy, I read the story of a woman who has made an ANA (unassisted childbirth) and I said, “Ouch, that’s extreme donation bin. Each for himself, but it’s not for me! ”

And then I started reading about the interventions, about the protocols, about women unhappy that their delivery was their “stolen” by doctors, about the rights of pregnant women …

And I’m shocked. My feminist side has completely proceeded, finally. I have all the time been a feminist, but I did not know how to talk about – but there, I found my cause.

Q: And deliver with your lover, home, made you afraid? Did not you afraid your baby dies at birth?

Rachel: No, at all. I knew the risks were greater than myself I die on my way to the hospital (because the vehicle) my baby dies because of a home birth. (1)

But I am ready to accept the death that is part of the possibilities. I did not want a perfect delivery, without any risk, I wanted a clean delivery to us.

“I do not make my choices thinking of my fears, but thinking of my hopes” (2)

Q: How does one prepare for such an event?

Rachel: I wanted the material used for delivery is minimal. What I used during delivery is a hot water bottle and a plastic sheet. After, lots of towels, two bottles to water the perineum, a mixture of herbs and a candle to cut the umbilical cord.

Question mental, physical and spiritual preparation, I got softly. I practiced letting go. I kept a great curiosity for what my body was doing and I was trying not to interfere in one way or another. I surrendered to nature, wild, knowledge millennium and universal women. I trusted in my body to do what it should do, simply.

I practiced the relaxation all, including the mind. I read everything I could: testimonials, technical books, spiritual books, statistics, facts, books to clear my head. I inquired of the risks and I fully accepted them.

Each day, I fed my body good food, patience, understanding, acceptance, support. I was talking about childbirth to my spouse, my expectations, my hopes. I listened to my primal instincts, one that is so quiet. Although I was mentally lucid throughout, I was not thinking about my body, I let him do what he wanted.

Q: And your spouse, it was comfortable to take the role of “midwife” for a night?

Rachel: My husband says he does not deserve “Congratulations” (when some people say to her: “. Congratulations, Dr. Papa”), that only made the household and he does not understand why People make such a big event.

The “letting go” is the most complicated for some people who want to help too or who panic and want “their wives no longer suffer.”

It’s pretty amazing to have men like this in our lives.

Q: Research has shown that a woman who gives birth releases the same hormones during sex. (3)   Do you see a link between sexuality and childbirth?

Rachel: Absolutely. For me, childbirth and even breast feeding is part of sexuality. In all cases, there is an orgasm (hopefully two, but that’s not always the case), pregnancy, childbirth and, hopefully, breastfeeding for at least 2 years. All this is sexual. It secretes oxytocin affection for the partner, in orgasm, in birth and to breastfeed. In fact, I “prepared” childbirth in several sessions with my vibrator. Orgasm is a series of spasms of the uterus and childbirth is the same, the more intense sense. I tried masturbation during my delivery, but unfortunately it did not work for me. There were already so many intense feelings that I could not concentrate! Orgasmic birth may be a next time!

Also, a woman must be put in the same conditions as those having an orgasm: sense of security, not feeling ‘observed’ confident ‘in a bubble’ minimal vocabulary, privacy, etc .. Imagine try to have an orgasm while someone feels you to see how many centimeters the cervix is? Breastfeeding is the same: the woman should feel comfortable, supported, in a good environment … these are all essential things for the success of orgasm, childbirth or breastfeeding.

Q: In ancient societies, it is generally expected that the placenta was born and the baby breathing well before cutting the umbilical cord. (4) This is a trick that you knew? You have applied?

Rachel: I was not much information about the placenta until I read the book ‘placenta book’ Robin Lim. In this book, there is not only the historical aspect, but also spiritual and physiological. The ritual of burning the cord with a candle comes from this book. I had never really thought deeply about what was for me the placenta. But in reality, it can be seen as the genetic twin of the baby carrier intelligent of all nutrients and essential for pregnancy, in every sense. I really wanted to honor this aspect of birth that, nowadays, is almost not mentioned.

So yes, I read these facts only days before the birth of my son and I assured myself that alle baby before weaning the cord into compliance. Other  tricks of this book: If the baby has difficulty, is not strong enough at birth, stimulating the placenta massage and heat could make a last vitality of the placenta to the child – Also, in case of bleeding, testimonials to eat a piece of raw placenta …

Thank you very much for Rachel this rich sharing and congratulations.

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Catching Susanna

So many things, like time, like rest, like fear,
Like apprehension and anxiety, feelings of inadequacy,
They all just seem to disappear
In the perfect moments, those ones
Where God removes the escape hatches,
And doesn’t let us press that eject button,
But stands there with us in the embrace
Of all encompassing presence, face to face.

She let me know it was time, the clock was ticking,
And though there seemed a lifetime between each pulse,
Action was needed now. We had to move quickly,
So we did. We had to be ready,
So we were, and I’ll never know the pain,
Only she could feel that, but I could see it,
And I could hear it, and I just wanted it to end
Though I knew what its end meant.

It meant I would be the first to touch, to greet,
To make contact and welcome what would in a minute be her,
And it meant when she came to us, it would just be us three,
In our room, in our bed, in our home, the same room,
Just mere feet away from exactly where we met her sister.
Please God, let it not be like that was. I’m not equipped. She saved
Her life, but she’s not here. It’s just me and an amazing mother
Doing her part. No, It’ll be fine. There is no choice, no other.

As fast as it was, it crept, compared to the moment she came,
A head, for just an instant, then like the release of a kinked hose,
She blasted into this world, into my hands. I felt her warm frame,
Slippery, slimy, but she coughed, she breathed, no cord, all clear,
I must have had her in my hands less than a second, but she’s alive.
I could feel her life, and I just knew, she breathed and I with her
Then I like a second basemen turning two, quickly passed her on,
I placed her in her mother’s hands, and just like that my job was done.

All three were different, and each had its own fear, its own fight,
And each left its mark on me. God knows I wasn’t ready to be a Dad,
A man of responsibility, with a sense that moments matter, so he gave
Me these, and I stand in thanksgiving to Him and to her, my wife,
For bringing me into the moment, to be a part, a real part, of something
I could have otherwise avoided, playing the spectator on the sidelines.
Instead I got to fight for one, to pray for another, and deliver the last today,
Though days of doubt will come again, I’ve thrice now known presence, grace.

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Planned Unassisted Home Birth


23 APRIL 2012 – We are 42 weeks and 2 days pregnant with our third girl. My name is Amy, I am 28, and this is the most pregnant I have ever been after our 42 week girl, our 41+5 girl and an early miscarriage also.

We settled in for an afternoon of dancing and singing and just generally mucking around relaxing with our toddler girls aged 2 and 3, and let out all the crazy to our favourite CDs turned up loud in the living room.

Had been having Braxton Hicks on and off all day since we got out of bed but given the excess of Braxton Hicks I had felt for the last few weeks, I thought nothing of it except how tired I was from them all.

I was prepared to go do bed once again still pregnant, however much I wanted to meet her I had come to terms with the fact she was coming in her own good time. I was relaxed after the crazy fun day our toddlers had helped us to have and thankful to God for the beautiful girls and wonderful husband He had already blessed me with. I handed every care over to Him as I had done so many afternoons before now, and felt at peace although very, VERY pregnant hehehe.

5PM: Fed kids early dinner and I help hubs get the kids to bed (they were tired early this day which was a blessing it turns out). Sitting on the little one’s bed snuggled with my daughters, reading my girls a story and I find myself VERY agitated. I’m sore and achy, hot, uncomfortable, cross and unable to sit on the bed anymore. I call to my husband Liam “can you come here and do this please love, I just can’t sit here like this anymore!!” He stepped in and took over story time like a gem. Once he had the girls story done and tucked them in I went and kissed them goodnight and moved to the kitchen to start to clean up after the day. Asked hubby to go get some Milo (hot chocolate drink) as I really needed one and we didn’t have any, he said he would go out for some soon.

~Hindsight note; I thought it was just my sore back and hips which had been bugging me from about 30 weeks but looking back I realise the textbook unbearable teeth gritting agitation at sitting still I was feeling then, I had only have ever felt while in early labour hahaha!!

5:30PM: While cleaning up the kitchen and starting dinner for hubby and me I realise the slightly more bitey Braxton Hicks I’ve been noticing since 4pm could be more like actual real contractions, go to the loo and get a very mucousy and slightly blood-tinged show. First time I had ever noticed that with any of my labours which I was thinking to myself was kind of cool. Haha, the things you think while in labourland. I told Liam perhaps he had best stay home rather than go out to get Milo, and how did he feel about having a baby tonight? We both got very excited but tried not to get our hopes up, it had been a long pregnancy already (42 weeks and 2 days is a long time to wait to meet a little person you love so very very much!) and we didn’t want to get too excited if she wasn’t really coming. I thought I should try finish getting dinner ready so we could eat something in case it turned out to be a long night. I made crumbed fish fillets, chips and salad and found myself having to stop an awful lot to breathe and to lean on the benches or stand hands on hips and sway a little. Getting very excited now I told hubby (almost squealing with the happy) “you know I think she’s really coming honey, we’re having this baby TONIGHT!” Liam was excited as was I and being Mr practical pants asked me what I needed, and did I want him to set up the pool. I thought about it and decided best not as we didn’t want to wake the peacefully sleeping toddlers (Miss 2 and Miss 3) in the next room so we decided to go for our third land birth. I went about finishing off getting dinner out and reminding him where everything was that we had prepared for the birth (herbs and tinctures, waterproof mats and sheets, old clean towels, cord scissors and braided cord ties, placenta tub, placenta smoothie ingredients cut and bagged in the freezer etc etc)

6PM: (or thereabouts?) I’ve been nibbling at my dinner at the kitchen bench *hubby nibbling his while playing a computer game* I’ve been stopping to sway through waves, humming a little and cleaning up dinner prep dishes in between. I wanted to go sit on my big pink fitball and rock and roll our way through waves but I still wanted to eat, so Liam came and sat on the end of the chaise lounge next to me while I sat on my ball and tried to chew, not drop my dinner plate, sway through waves and stop now and again to tell Liam how excited I was she was really coming tonight!! I distinctly remember giggling at myself a few times when hubby went off to do some computer game stuff or get me a bottle of water or fetch some birthing supplies and I tried to get a mouthful of dinner only to have to drop the plate in a hurry and concentrate hard on the wave of labour that washed over me… Haha, I realised we might not have long and I really needed to eat for energy so I wolfed down what I could between waves but stopped with half a fish fillet and a bunch of chips left over. I either couldn’t be bothered, or couldn’t manage to eat between waves. I just wanted to close my eyes a lot and not be holding anything in my hands so a fork full of dinner wasn’t really going to work hehehe.

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