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Birth of the Peace-Bearing Fair Protector / Geoffrey Finn William<br><br>
In the spring of 2005 I was walking down my street at sunset, smiling at the even dozen of neighborhood children running and squealing between the yards, two of whom were my own. The air was warm and sweet, and our black dog, “Betty”, was yanking me along by her leash, wanting to play, too. It was at that serene moment that I was struck by a vision like a lightening bolt: A little baby boy, peach fuzz hair, in red overalls, smiled at me in the vision, wanting to come to our family.<br><br>
I told my husband of the vision. He smiled but didn’t say much. Our lives went on. We talked back and forth about having a third child, but had decided, on one particularly kid-stressful day, to put our decision on hold.<br><br>
A few weeks later we had a cookout for my eldest son’s birthday and the whole block attended. That evening I put my daughter in the tub and felt queasy. Then I realized my period was late. I pulled out an old pregnancy test from the closet, and while my daughter was singing in the tub, saw that it was positive. A total surprise except for the vision I’d had the month before, which came flying back to me at that moment. Again, in that moment in the bathroom, I saw a baby boy‘s face so clearly, his serene smile and calm demeanor calling to me…<br><br>
Once I had seen N for my first visit in this pregnancy, I knew I wanted this baby to be born at home. My other two children were born naturally at XXXX Hospital, with the help of J for ds’s birth (10 lbs, 6 oz, 11 hours), and N for dd’s birth (9lbs, 10 oz, 10 hours). But with this baby, I felt like I needed to experience birth as a perfectly natural, everyday experience, although a holy one. With my first two children I didn’t want to have a homebirth just because my friends were doing it, I knew I wanted to be called to do it that way by something higher. And so, with this baby, it happened.<br><br>
Toward the end of this pregnancy I began to feel the homebirth was hinged on timing. I related this to my midwife, and she said she trusted nature, the baby, and also mama's intuition. At her her stove she brewed me herbs to mix at home with a few other liquids and thus at forty one weeks I drank the “Labor Cocktail”.<br><br>
Nothing happened. I cried. However, it did keep me going steadily: I was dilating steadily with no pain over the last few weeks and was at about four centimeters on the outer Os, and two on the inner Os.<br><br>
Two days later I drank it again, and began having more painless “hard stomach” contractions a few hours later. The only difference was that these came every two minutes like clockwork. It was seven o’clock p.m. N said to check in with her at 9:30 p.m. I called her and told her they were sticking around and said I’d call her again at 11:00 p.m. I still thought they’d wear off like they’d been doing for the last two weeks.<br><br>
At 11:00 I called her and told her they were getting stronger, but not really painful and only lasted under a minute in length. N said I was thinking about it too much and was coming right over. I called my friend H and told her I would understand if she didn’t want to come yet, dragging her five month old daughter out into the cold. She said she was coming right away. I felt a little guilty that they might both have to go back home because the contractions might wear off - they were seeming too easy on me.<br><br>
Boy was I wrong!<br><br>
N arrived at my house at 11:30 p.m. and set up her supplies in front of the fireplace in the den. All the lights were off except for a strand of white Christmas lights and many candles. The room was full of the scent of Nag Champa incense.<br><br>
The contractions got stronger and N showed me how to bend my knees and sway back and forth. I found it comfortable to lean on the arm of my big stuffed chair. A while later she suggested I get into the horse trough, and dh filled it up with hot water from the new hose hooked up to the washing machine’s spigot. I was thrilled with how this took the edge off of the pain, and H gave me head rubs between contractions.<br><br>
N perched on the edge of the tub, and aimed the hot water from the hose at my belly. I began to really feel the contractions strongly, and intuitively chanted through them, saying words like: strong…strong…strong…or powerful…powerful…powerful. Sometimes I meant myself as the one who was strong or powerful, sometimes I meant the contractions were powerful. Things started to get over the top pain-wise and time stood still. The candles flickered softly and the incense smelled relaxing: somehow it was always lit, never burning out, but I never noticed anyone changing it. N and H never left my side and were so calm and gentle, always rubbing me, and soothing me with their words.<br><br>
After about an hour, N said it was time to get out of the tub, because the space between contractions had expanded to every two minutes or so. We went to my bedroom, with the white Christmas lights and candles burning, everything aglow and gentle. The contractions were very strong and at the end of each one it began to hurt a lot. I got on my hands and knees and N put her thumbs on my “sit bones” and told me to lean my weight into them. This immediately took the peak point of each contraction pain away! So amazing!<br><br>
As things continued to peak and my adrenaline got pumping, I remember pleading with N desperately (and a bit loudly!) not to move her thumbs even one centimeter! The magic spot on my sit bones seemed to be so small and precise that if she moved her pressure even a little bit, the nerve block magic didn’t work. She never seemed to mind that I was not too quiet about my requests!<br><br>
I recall her reading the positive affirmations I had posted on my bedroom wall and saying them back to me, telling me I was good, I was loved, and was wonderful….that I could do it. I was doing it. H did the same and it all made such a difference! I really couldn’t have had the success and happy experience I did without their presence exactly as it was.<br><br>
After one particularly strong contraction, I spontaneously pushed. N said it was time to get into the den, with the shower curtains on the floor covered by pretty green sheets with rosebuds printed all over them, with the futon couch ready for baby and I, and the cozy fireplace beside the horse trough. I lay on the couch for a few contractions while N checked my dilation and she said I was fully dilated, but had a lip of cervix in front of the baby’s head, like I had with the birth of my daughter.<br><br>
We got onto the floor, me on my hands and knees, and as I was pushing and she tried to move the lip of cervix back with her hand. That hurt so bad that I yelled really loud, “N don’t!” and somehow jumped my big, pregnant frame over a couple of feet to the side.<br><br>
I remember wiping my sweaty forehead on the seat of the couch, which was in front of me, and looking up I began to talk out loud to myself in a weary, sad voice. I said, “I’m scared. I’m scared I can’t do this.” Then I said, “Okay, this hurts, but I can do it. I have to finish this. There is no finding my comfort zone anymore. But I can do this. I can do this…”<br><br>
Another contraction hit, and my “owwww” turned into an “OOOOOOWWWWWWWWW”. I had reached deep down and found my birth howl.<br><br>
N remained calm and told me I had to really listen to her now. I had to stay on my hands and knees but with my head down on the floor, lower than my butt. This would let the baby slide off the cervix long enough to get the lip remaining off of his head so he could come through--if I would just listen and do it. I did as she instructed and she told me to pant through a couple of contractions. I pushed anyway on the next contraction and I yelled, “I can’t! I’m scared!” She told me to stop breathing so hard or I was going to make myself pass out.<br><br>
She said I had to pant through a few contractions with my head down for this to work.<br><br>
H got right up beside my face and instead of using words, just modeled what I was supposed to do. This was the best way to communicate with me in my “monkey state” at this point. I copied her shallow, quick breaths. I heard N say cheerfully, “Okay, the lip is gone.”<br><br>
I pushed on the next contraction and felt my water break onto the floor while the baby’s head simultaneously entered the birth canal. I pushed again, even though N told me to go slow, and I yelled “Oh N! Get it out!”. She told me to go slow but I pushed again stubbornly and the head came out. “Is the head out?” I asked. “Yes” they said, it was out. H ran to get my husband who was napping in the bedroom and he came in just as I pushed again and-woosh!- out came baby. It was 3:57 a.m., four and a half hours after N had arrived.<br><br>
“Is it a boy?” I asked, still on my hands and knees but needing to integrate all that had just happened, so I didn’t turn around and look. “We can’t tell yet” dh said, since the baby was half covered by a flannel blanket and Nancy was wiping him and suctioning him a little.<br><br>
“Is he all together?” I asked Heather, who was at my head. “He’s beautiful!” she said emotionally. And it was a boy! Z, her five month old daughter, was in the sling right on her hip, sitting quietly. I have the most lovely picture of that moment.<br><br>
“I want my baby” I said softly. N handed Finn to me and I beheld his serene beauty… how he looked exactly like the vision I received of him last Spring. I had been "feeling" his name the whole pregnancy, and even found a tiny dish with a map of Finland at the thriftstore.<br><br>
He was still connected to me by the cord. I sat on the birthing stool and delivered the placenta. It was large and almost two inches thick! I really enjoyed watching and talking with N while she checked it out, showing me the amniotic sac still connected to it. We rose up onto the futon couch, and she lifted the placenta with us, still attached. She called it the “house”. N and H tucked me in under a crocheted blanket and Finn nursed voraciously right away. We weighed him later and he was 10 lbs, 6 oz, and was 21 inches long.<br><br>
Later Finn and I took the warm herb bath together, floating in sweetness and quiet, then crawled into our cozy bed, with flannel sheets and a feather comforter.<br><br>
The sun rose.<br><br>
Even though it was January 28th, the Daffodils in our front yard bloomed that very morning. All for Finn. The promise of spring, a full circle from the day of my vision… visions of my fair Finn.
 

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I loved reading your baby boy's beautiful birth story. Thank you for sharing! I have a few questions that I sure hope you can answer. First what on earth was in that cocktail - sure sounds like it worked like a charm! and 2nd and I'm a little embarrassed to ask this but which bones are your sit bones? I want to know where that magic nerve spot is! lol
 

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<div style="font-style:italic;">I loved reading your baby boy's beautiful birth story. Thank you for sharing! I have a few questions that I sure hope you can answer. First what on earth was in that cocktail - sure sounds like it worked like a charm! and 2nd and I'm a little embarrassed to ask this but which bones are your sit bones? I want to know where that magic nerve spot is! lol</div>
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The cocktail was a blend of two herbs,and liquid. My midwife said she learned the herbs from 2 German midwives and I think it's a mouth to mouth midwife handed down blend. I would have to ask if its okay to put it out there on MDC.<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/winky.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Wink"> But I seriously think any midwife you ask could guess.<br><br>
Second, the sit bones are your tail bones. I was on my hands and knees, and she made fists with her hands but with her thumbs out to the side and would press them against my butt bones.... and tell me to lean my weight into them. It is a very precise point and moving one tin bit makes it not work. But man when you get the spot right.... total relief! I can't believe I never knew of it before the birth. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile">
 

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<div style="font-style:italic;">So beautiful! I absolutely love how you described every detail. Thank you for sharing!</div>
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Aww. Thanks for taking the time to read it. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"> Nice to meet you.
 

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Absolutely beautiful! <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile">
 

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<div style="font-style:italic;">Absolutely beautiful! <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"></div>
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<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"> Thank you, Shanana.
 
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