Best advise two days before you give birth.

A woman due in two days watched the documentary: The Business of Being Born by Ricky Lake….. and stated she felt “Nauseated… sick to my stomach.  The images that were disturbing are still flashing in my mind. ugh.”
The Facebook discussion went on to have 68 comments. Here is some of that…. FB chat person…….to the mom…..and back….and forth.
Comments like:
” I reached down and pulled him out”……”I had no idea i could request to pull the baby out myself. Im so glad u said something!!!!!!!!!!!!”
             “They wanted to cut me but my husband said I didnt need it, so they didn’t”…….”Can i say no don’t cut me?”
             “My due date is 14th but my doctor has me scheduled for an induction one day later, on the 15th”…. “I had to be induced when I was only 38 weeks along”…..”I had to be induced at 34 weeks because of a placental abruption”…….”Due dates are an estimate. Women go to 41, and 42 weeks all the time. Babies know when to be born.”
………another women wrote, “I’ve assisted with 65 births and some of the most beautiful births I’ve witnessed were in the hospital and with many necessary interventions”…..”Birth is a natural and normal life event. A gestation longer than 40 weeks is not, in itself, a medical emergency.”
I felt the last two days are not the time to panic and doubt yourself. Do what you can to get the birth you want, change what is possible, shift what needs to be shifted and then let it go. So many people put their fears onto her. One went as far as to say, “not to scare you, but I had a friend who let her baby cook too long and eneded up having a still born”.
She replied, “thats the last thing i wanna hear! eeekk! My back n forth of this whole decision stems from being afraid of making the “wrong” decision and possibly putting my baby at risk.”
This is how so much of the intervention gets sold to mothers. FEAR!!!!
“You don’t want to hurt your child do you?” “You want the best for your child don’t you?”
The answer should be, “Yes I want the best for my child which is why I am informing myself of my choices, looking at how the human body preforms naturally and seeking out more than one opinion.”
The best advise I can give to someone two days before their due date is very simple.
Breath in and feel the breath rejuvenate every cell in your body. Now breath out and feel anything that is not serving your well being leave your body with the breath. Release all negative thoughts, fears, sorrows, disappointments with each breath. Now breath in everything you do want, joy, peace, trust, health. This is what you and the baby need.
You are empowered and strong. You will do your very best with what you have at this moment and that is enough.
Yes it is important to educate yourself from those you trust but trust that you know enough. When meeting with your birth team let everyone know what you want in a loving, firm, empowered way. Your body has the DNA of women’s instincts since the beginning of time. We know what to do, our baby’s know what to do. Once you are ready to give birth, trust this and let others around you know that your body knows what to do. When you look someone in the eye and say, “I know what I need and this is not it, or I know what I need and this is it”, they will listen. When you get to a point when you don’t know, use your support teams help and trust them if it feels right. 
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‘Birth’-in a non-perfect world.

•♫ ♪♫•”Earth my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit.” •♫ ♪♫•

Squatting with fingers touching the earth, the baby-belly mama rises while cradling her arms in a rocking motion, moving hands in swirling motions near her throat chakra, clapping the right hand reaching to the sky, all the while chanting, “Earth my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit.”

A birthing woman is sitting under the stars, breathing air that connects her to the earth and sky, intuitively knowing the bodies blood-water connects her to the fetus that is laboring along with her, and trusting both baby and mother spirit to fuel the fire needed to endure the path to delivery. The mother rocks her body, moving through light contractions. The wave of intensity is building, building–till the pushing urge is so strong that all her focus moves her body to bears down, moving her baby gently into the world to share the earth’s breath. The never ending spiral of life~creating more spirals.

In a perfect world.

Which does exist.

The world of birth compares to the world of snowflakes.

“Wow really?” you may ask, “in what way?”

Simply in that no two are alike. This variable state creates the unexpected. The unexpected at times creates unwanted results, these results can cultivate future fear. This often leads to controlling Birth to get a more satisfactory result. This control contradicts the natural birthing process. Control interrupts the innate rhythmic flow of a birthing body.

This forced flow will still produce the birth of a baby. This forced flow can, at times, save the life of a baby.

Sometimes.

But there has been great loss in this process of forced birth.

If you look at numbers, the lives saved by intervention is not equal to the lives lost. The United States has one of the worst infant mortality rates for an industrialized country. The cesarean rate is out of control. Just look at the world health organization for your statistics. The facts are easily found once you question the process.

If the facts are so easily found then why are so many robotically moving toward controlled birth?

Simple…Fear rules over facts. The majority will not even question the safety of what they are being told is normal and safe. They will simply do what everyone else is doing. If they do question their doctor, they are told that all these interventions make it safer for the baby and them.

The fact is, it does not make it safer.

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‘Birth’-a play for a non-perfect world.

•♫ ♪♫•”Earth my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit.” •♫ ♪♫•

Squatting with fingers touching the earth, the baby-belly mama rises while cradling her arms in a rocking motion, moving hands in swirling motions near her throat chakra, clapping the right hand reaching to the sky, all the while chanting, “Earth my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit.”

A birthing woman is sitting under the stars, breathing air that connects her to the earth and sky, intuitively knowing the bodies blood-water connects her to the fetus that is laboring along with her, and trusting both baby and mother spirit to fuel the fire needed to endure the path to delivery. The mother rocks her body, moving through light contractions. The wave of intensity is building, building–till the pushing urge is so strong that all her focus moves her body to bears down, moving her baby gently into the world to share the earth’s breath. The never ending spiral of life~creating more spirals.

In a perfect world.

Which does exist.

The world of birth compares to the world of snowflakes.

“Wow really?” you may ask, “in what way?”

Simply in that no two are alike. This variable state creates the unexpected. The unexpected at times creates unwanted results, these results can cultivate future fear. This often leads to controlling Birth to get a more satisfactory result. This control contradicts the natural birthing process. Control interrupts the innate rhythmic flow of a birthing body.

This forced flow will still produce the birth of a baby. This forced flow can, at times, save the life of a baby.

Sometimes.

But there has been great loss in this process of forced birth.

If you look at numbers, the lives saved by intervention is not equal to the lives lost. The United States has one of the worst infant mortality rates for an industrialized country. The cesarean rate is out of control. Just look at the world health organization for your statistics. The facts are easily found once you question the process.

If the facts are so easily found then why are so many robotically moving toward controlled birth?

Simple…Fear rules over facts. The majority will not even question the safety of what they are being told is normal and safe. They will simply do what everyone else is doing. If they do question their doctor, they are told that all these interventions make it safer for the baby and them.

The fact is, it does not make it safer.

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Birth, A Play by Karen Brody

Things like this don’t come along that often. A play about Birth from eight completely different women’s perspectives. I’ve been attending the rehearsals because I will be doing background sounds along with two other women, Christar and Sakura. We are drumming with our djembe’s along with some flute and shakers.

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“Into These Hands”

Available at http://www.spiritualityhealth.com/shop/print-books/ and bookstores now.

Power, politics, and profit aside, how a nation cares for its mothers and newborns is a key indicator of the health of that society. “Into These Hands: Wisdom from Midwives,” an anthology of essays from 25 extraordinary midwives, speaks directly to what really matters to women: the right to have safe and satisfying births.

“Into These Hands” is edited by Geradine Simkins, a midwife, author, and president of the Midwives Alliance of North America.

Special thanks to Steve and Michelle Lawson for bestowing the footage of the birth of their son, filmed beautifully by Julia Arielle (http://juliaariellephotography.com).

Featured song: “Already Gone” by Josie Overmyer (http://josieovermyer.com)

Facebook Angel

Facebook is as amazing as it can be harmful. A red square with a number pops up on my message box. I open it to reveal a picture taking me back to 1994. I look intently into the eyes of a newborn I am holding; the senders precious bundle I was honored to assist into the world.

I’ve had such a blessed life. Sometimes it all gets away from me. Time has a way of insulating past events with particles of everyday busyness. This insulation is nothing more than a thick layer of dust left hidden someplace I thought no longer existed.  Out of the blue someone wipes away the layers of dust particles revealing something so raw and beautiful that it jerks my body into an outburst of sobbing. Tears flow like a tsunami. Raw emotions release me to a place of humbled existence. My life has been full of some incredible gifts bestowed to me by the lives I have been honored to brush past.

I sob out of enormous gratitude to those who have allowed me to enter into their most intimate heartfelt moments of their lives: the births I have witnessed, my children that choose me, the smile from a stranger that dared to share eye contact, opening the window to their heart for even the briefest of moments, nature’s caress, nature’s challenge, the musical twisting around my soul. I sob for every moment life allows me to bear witness to so many others, youth and adult, who cry out for acceptance and connection and I become reassured as I watch a community reach out unconditionally and take hold of that hand that is grasping.

I sob in sorrow when love gets taken over by fear. I sob in sorrow when fear gets held captive by hate. I sob once more when hate gets mistaken for strength and power, when the only true way to have strength and power is through love.

One true moving force helping me start everyday with my heart open is to bath myself in the gratitude I have for every humbling moment in life that was graced by love, warmth, touch, song.

My heart may seep with burning open wounds made by paper cuts of hate filled words, scornful eyes, seething lies. I lather these open pustules with wild aloe thoughts and the sun and healing oxygen allowed to bath a heart that has been left open to the elements, trusting that healing energy has power over the spore laden environment caused by a darkened coffin.

I sob tears of joy for my acceptance of my dark moments and for the strength to walk, sometimes crawl through the darkness understanding the light is waiting for me, waiting to warm me with its healing rays of strength and joy so that when darkness falls again, which is understood as part of life’s balance, I will once again bath in the darkness, opening my soul to life’s lessons, putting one foot in front of the other trusting it will once again move me to the light. This is the Yin/Yang roller coaster I am humbled to ride.

As for this Facebook moment that drew me to my knees, I give a heartfelt thank-you for the mother whose love for her son and her midwife gave me a roller coaster ride I will gladly stand in line for over and over.