| These women do research, make decisions and take responsibility. Sometimes it takes awhile for their partners to see the wisdom in doing this and sometimes they see it right away. Sometimes it takes women a few trips down the path to motherhood to see what birth really means. I did the trip down that traditional hospital path four times before I sought something different. Granted, each trip down that path was a little closer to that organic pregnancy that was waiting in the wings, but with my fifth, I made the biggest leap. I planned a homebirth with a midwife. We had a healthy baby in the living room in the middle of the night. It was so peaceful and wonderful. Each homebirth was different. By my last pregnancy, I finally reached that goal of a true organic pregnancy. I had a midwife, but she trusted me as much as I trusted her. I took care of a good portion of my prenatal care. I finally learned to train my ear to hear my baby's heartbeat through the fetoscope I'd had for years. And I finally had my organic pregnancy. My pregnancy was natural and peaceful. I was healthy. My baby was healthy. I had no invasive testing to cause worry and fear. My baby picked her own birthday, and I labored unhindered by tests, IVs, interruptions and fear. I was able to listen to what my body told me to do, and my daughter entered this world quietly into my arms with her sisters, her father and our midwife surrounding her. I hope to be able to help other women find their way down this path. My pregnancy and birth were sacred. They were organic. They were natural. My homebirth gave my daughter the best start she could have gotten in life. I truly believe that if more women found this connection deep within themselves, with their unborn babies, that we could make this world a better place for babies, children, parents and families. |