Motherhood

The combination of intrusions and the distracting children playing downstairs prevented me from finding my groove, so to speak. Contractions became contracted. They were felt less intense and got further apart.

By lunchtime, I had begun to feel like the baby wouldn’t come. Not only that the baby wouldn’t come that day, but that the baby would NEVER exit my body. I know it sounds silly, but I literally felt that way. And yet, here I was at the end of my pregnancy journey. So glad we can live by faith and not feeling.

The midwife during our first home birth was so wonderful and we had such an awesome experience, back labor notwithstanding, that we were sure we’d try for another home birth when we learnt we were pregnant again. Unfortunately we’d moved from Michigan to Maryland and couldn’t use the same midwife. Additionally, by the time we’d …

I’ve been blessed to have three home births. A good college friend of mine convinced me to give it a shot with my first born. She’d had 2 hospital births which ended up being c-sections and was convinced that the operation would not have been necessary were it not for all the other interventions. So …