The invariable Saturday night popular aromas of the perfect blend of alcohol, blood and urine.....
....I realised something important on that call......
She was labelled “unco-operative” - in her labour, just afterwards and the label remained the following morning on the ward round....I was at her labour. I know what happened.
She was not un-co-operative. She is not a piece of property to manage. She was primal in her labour as every woman should be.
I am a homebirth doctor. I have attended many hospital and homebirths.
I had my baby at home before I worked and studied in hospitals. My homebirth experience was very different from what I was trained to do and practiced at the hospitals.
When I was working as a homebirth doctor with other independent midwives I noticed again – so many innate and important differences that happen at homebirths that are not done at hospitals births and others that are done routinely in hospital births but do not happen routinely in homebirths.
Here are a few (based on my personal experience):
I was at work to see the postnatal patients. My hours were 8am-12pm and there were a total of 32 postnatal beds. That means 8 minutes per patient (if they were full). Which is possibly do-able....if everyone's vitals, symptoms and state is perfect and does not require any further questioning or tests.
It is a strange thing. The tendency to put someone in a box based on a label or a job description, even a nationality...
The tendency to judge and make decisions about their character, their integrity, their incentives, their work ethic.....
It hurts. I have been hurt. I have been judged. I have been excluded. I have had to “prove myself”, my motives.
Birth and motherhood hold a profound opportunity for self-empowerment and growth. The opportunity to touch and imbibe a divine aspect of Mother Nature that is pure, sacred and richly connected with Mother Earth's depths of wisdom, nurturing and healing. Once you hold this in your being it is immovable, secure and tangible.
This is my journey to realizing and knowing this truth.
Is being sensitive a blessing or a curse?
I am Sensitive...
It makes you weep with such feeling you feel you have shed a skin.
It makes you connect with such truth that your clarity and truth are a shining sword lighting up the way forward.
It is hard. It may be easier to pretend. Hide. Mask. Smile and cover it up. But people like me will soon go mad like that.
My work with wombs during pregnancy and birth seemed to follow a natural flow to wombcare and the meaning and deeper understanding of WOM(b)AN and Mother for the female.
The continuum of the womb space and womb care and womb health being acknowledged as a Sacred Centre of Heart wisdom and connection become more and more clear. .....
Why being Small is my “Big”. Be BIG! You CAN do it! Follow your dream and achieve ALL you want!
What are you waiting for? Be a spiritual leader today! We need people like you!
But this feeling of discomfort has started growing and the whispering has turned into louder and louder shouts! Until it has become so obvious in my being that there is something being triggered. There is something I need to pay attention to – I need to stop and look within.
This photo kept being removed by facebook but it has an important message about Normalising Birth...