First published February 2010.
I was finally able to attend my first home birth! After all these years, it seems I have only gone to hospital births. I feel very honored to have been invited as a shiatsu support person and to offer sibling care. I had crowd control duties, as there were quite a few excited family members who wanted to get in on the action. The birth was very uplifting for me!
The birth unfolded just the way it was meant to. The entire process lasted about sixteen hours. The day had a holiday flavor. Expectations were high and everyone was enjoying themselves. Dad made homemade soup and bread. There were five on the birth team including dad’s brother who was the ambiance coordinator. I especially liked the African drumming music, candle light and fire in the fireplace, which included a huge goddess sculpture on the mantle. In spite of all the work Dad did to fill the tub, the baby determined it was not going to be born in the water.
I remember the birth being easy and short. I’m not sure the parents would agree with that. We haven’t had a chance to compare notes yet. I wrote a birth story for the baby. Tradition says it should be read at each birthday. It was a beautiful experience and one I won’t ever forget. I feel like I have come full circle in the cycle of life. Both death and life are very intense experiences each with their own lessons.