It wasn’t until the fourth month of my first pregnancy that I learned home birth was an option.
No one I knew had given birth at home.
I’d never heard of it. But when I did, when I heard those words uttered, I knew home birth was the right choice for me. I can say now that the moment itself – just discovering home birth, was a spiritual experience.
I was attending a talk by Suzanne Arms by recommendation of a local doula and childbirth instructor whom I had been emailing with. All I knew about Suzanne was she was a ‘natural childbirth advocate.’
Those simple words could never have prepared me for what I was about to learn that night or who I would meet.
Sure, I was a hormonal first time pregnant woman. But Suzanne’s speech blew me out of the water. My eyes were literally tearing every five minutes (or less). I feel strongly that her words helped inspire and shape my devotion and desire to make the world a better place for birthing mothers.
My fiance Eric was sitting next to me on the right. A long haired natural-looking woman was sitting to my left. There came a time to partner with someone we didn’t know for a discussion and I turned to my left, but the woman had turned to her left as well. So I turned around and talked to someone else.
When the event ended and we walked to our car in the crisp Fall air, I told Eric I wanted to birth at home.
Even I was surprised at the seriousness in my voice.
I was more surprised at the feeling of certainty in my being. I knew home birth would be the perfect way to welcome our baby girl into the world. While the conversation continued, he (thankfully) trusted in intuition.
I continued emailing with the Jessica English, the doula who suggested I attend the Suzanne Arms talk. Eric and I enrolled in her natural childbirth education class at Birth Kalamazoo. At the end of our first class we discussed home birth and she gave me the name a home birth midwife.
My heart raised into my throat. I got all hot. This was exactly how I felt when I learned about home birth that night. Like my body was sending out electricity. My gut told me she would be our midwife. And she was.
I love my midwife.
What else can I say? I could tell you all about how fantastic she was during prenatal visits – how blessed I felt to be cared for by someone who actually cared.
I could tell you about her super-powers during my labor – how she quietly sat on the couch observing me but rarely speaking a word. She disappeared and let me birth until those crucial moments when I needed her.
Or what about the birth of my daughter itself? That serious but calm look on her face as she told me NOT to push, but to “mmmm” in a low voice? Ella crowned slowly and I didn’t tear.
When we discovered I was pregnant again, I was overjoyed to call our midwife with the news, eager to welcome her into our lives again.
This journey has been incredible with her as my midwife for the second time. And I’m so glad to have her the whole time rather than just the last few months. The care she provides is night and day from the hospital – a happy welcome.
I celebrate The International Day of the Midwife reminiscing and feeling grateful for my midwife.
Tell me your story! How did you meet your midwife?