I have been reading a lot of old threads on BB of late, especially here in the birth section, and I can't help but feel extremely grateful for the way the birth of my DD went. I keep reading threads where women were cut, bullied, told what to do, given shots without their permission, intrusive examinations, time limits, complications etc. The more I think about it, the more thankful I feel that I was simply allowed to do my thing. Our midwife just stood right back and most of all, she trusted *me*. I wasn't asked to be examined, I wasn't poked, prodded or cut. My birth wasn't just something that happened to me, it wasn't traumatising or stressful. I didn't once doubt my body, and nobody around me ever questioned what I was doing. I wasn't told what stage I was or 'should' be at, I was able to move from labouring to transitioning to birthing in one fluid, unspoken motion. I was never spoken down to, condescended, patronised or intimidated. I never had to ask permission to do this that or the other. I think after such a wonderful experience I may have taken for granted just how peaceful and beautiful my birth really was, it wasn't until I started reading about all these other things happening that it even occurred to me how special DD's entrance to the world was. To me, it just feels normal and perfect, but I have to keep reminding myself that that isn't always the way.
Just wanted to share the joy. I think if I could, I'd birth over and over and over. I loved it, I loved pregnancy (even though I was over it near the end) and I love women. We are incredible creatures, and here we all are, all bound by the love of our beautiful children, the longing to be mothers and our journeys to get there![]()




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Both times I've walked away thinking "I want to so that again, but do it RIGHT!" 
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