Monthing it

It has been a month since our sweet boy was born. It has been a rollercoaster ride.

The birth was long and gruellling, and yet so full of hope and blessings. My dream had always been to have a home birth in a birth pool. Initially it had seemed so out of reach this time and I began going through the local hospital. That experience was stressful and I was made to feel awful and frustrated and angry at the end of almost every appointment.

I had already engaged a Christian Doula, turning to her with my anger and fears. I felt disillusioned. Out of the blue, we were gifted the money for a private midwife. I had already contacted basically every Private Midwife in Perth and they were all booked out. The quandary.

Then I came across a midwife fairly new to private practice, but highly experienced and still a midwife at various hospitals. She was free during April (just!!) and was willing to take me on last minute. She was vivacious and calm and I felt heard! Bingo! She never made me feel that any question was stupid, and would always calmly explain every scenario.

My Doula runs a birth course and as part of my birth preparation I worked my way through the course, so I felt thoroughly prepared for the Big Day.

My Doula encouraged, spoke scripture, prayed, laughed and talked sense into me during the labour. She helped me focus during contractions and encouraged when labour stalled and I was disheartened. My Midwife also encouraged, challenged and spoke life into me and it is by the Grace of God and the women He provided to journey with me through this, that I could sit in that pool, in my living room, with my newborn in my arms.

God is good and our baby boy is a true gift from him.