As of right now I have had two children in the comfort of my own home. All births are extremely life changing and special and unique! All births are blessed and holy because the miracle of life and the testimony of God’s favor and beauty is so breathtakingly evident that it brings everyone present to their spiritual knees while manifesting through them as tears and eyes full of wonder.
I’d just like to say that outright! There can be so much shame around birth and birth stories, so as to not miss the entire point— life was brought into the world, and that is what it’s all about. A soul that started in a womb. The womb of a woman. That women, a vessel between Heaven and Earth. What. an. Honor.
This is merely my experience, and as I tell it, I pray that you take into account that we are all in different places on our walks with the Lord! I desired desperately to accomplish birthing at home because of an insecurity I had with taking on Motherhood. I needed to know that I had what it took to control my thoughts and therefore my “pain” (I don’t love using that word) for just a few hours so that I would know I could handle whatever the next 18 years had in store for me. I had never wanted to be a mother.. until I met the Lord at the age of 18 and then met my husband that very same year! 3 short years later I found myself in a birthing tub in our small downtown apartment praying that the Lord would give me His strength. Now I am 24 and I would love nothing more than to be a mother of “many”… meaning maybe 6, or 8… or however many the Lord has in store for us!!
Looking back at both of my births I recognize them to be 2 of the best days of my life. There are many many memories I’m even more fond of because watching my babies grow is the most enchanting experience— but their births were so special to me. They were sacred days.
The second one was my favorite because not only had I learned more from the first, but the Lord had truly come beside me and prepared my spirit and mind for it. The main lesson was:
Get into the positions that are the most uncomfortable or intense (you could use the word ‘painful’ here, but I feel as though that word has connotations that imply panic and chaos) and then relax in those positions.
In every contraction, while my body pulsed heavily and strongly I just relaxed and breathed deeply and slowly. It was so extremely intense but so extremely gratifying. I felt so close to the Lord, I felt like I was doing the most important job and the Lord was so freaking proud of me. I would look to my husband between those contractions and He was so calm and in awe of me, He looked like He had the utmost confidence and respect for me and the work that my body and mind were working together to do. My contractions sped up rapidly after just an 2 or so hours of laboring and then they were lasting 3 and 4 minutes long with only 20 and 30 second breaks! I really think that my baby girl was coming down so quickly because my body was so relaxed and opened! During this last hour and a half or so of labor it was a bit more challenging to stay relaxed. I was deep in “labor land” now and was intently focused on making sure my body wasn’t tensing up. Then it was time to push, I felt something deep in my core say (without words), “get up. She’s almost here.” So I got up and started pushing! I was hands and knees on my bed breathing up and pushing her down and out before I felt like her head was ready to debut… I gave one deep push and her head popped out! I reached between my legs and felt her head with my hand before pushing hard one more time before she fully arrived, sliding from me; My hands swooped under her arms and I pulled her right into my embrace.
That was so empowering. I was so in tune with the Lord on every level. Mind, body, spirit.
Sometimes since then, when I feel the weight of growth— He reminds me to relax like I did that day. I take a deep breath and I calm my thoughts, then I calm my body, and I talk to Him.
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