There are few things as amazing as watching a baby be born. Seriously amazing.
Monday I had the privilege of being able to attend a sweet friend’s home birth. It was beyond amazing.
I always dreamed of having a water birth at home, but that was not God’s best for me. While I still wish I could have given birth instead of having surgery to remove my babies, I’m extremely grateful for each and every one of them and the honor of carrying them. Life trumps picturesque dreams in my case.
I understand that home births are not for everyone, but I think more people should consider them. I have been a doula twice and witnessed two other births, all in the hospital and all awesome. There is something about home births though. The woman doesn’t have to leave her nest. She doesn’t have to surround herself with strangers. She doesn’t have to submit to the “standard operating procedure” of a hospital. Instead…
She is wherever she wants to be. She is with those who love her. She is laboring in the way she wants in every way. She gets to rest and recover in her own home.
Charlsie was a picture of peace and strength. I didn’t think that her home birth last year could be bettered. I was wrong.
She stepped into the birthing tub at about 3:45 (after resting during naptime) and immediately found relief from her contractions (not that you could really tell she was even uncomfortable). As she entered transition just minutes later, she walked through the pain as if she was walking through field of flowers, with a place in mind on the other side of that field. She took deep breaths every two minutes with her eyes closed.
At just after 5:00, she knew the baby was ready to be born. Her children were expectantly excited and eyeing just inches away. Her husband was calm and quiet. Her mother was standing behind her literally and figuratively. Her midwives were monitoring and gentle. Her friend, me, was just grateful to be there (and hoped to capture some photos of the delivery).
Instead of pushing, she let the baby come. As the head came out, we were all just in awe. A minute or two later, she brought her fourth son into the world.
Her husband caught him and handed him over. Her family celebrated with sweet joy. Minutes later, the four year old cut her brother’s cord.
It was quick, calm, and beautiful.
He was precious and pink.
She was beautiful and happy.
They were sweet and excited.
I was touched and amazed.
How have you felt about the births you’ve attended?