A few weeks ago some one was at my cabin having a look around with my son. He mentioned as he was taking them on tour that I , his mother, am a midwife. The young couple was surprised as they had been told that midwives no longer exist. Like the dinosaurs we are extinct. A few weeks later a family member mentioned that it would be better if I were called something else as the word midwife made her think of things mid-evil. I can only imagine what thoughts those are.
We still exist and and midwifery is growing. Too many women have been put through the hospital assembly line and found themselves and their babies lacking in ... something.
There must be some other way. Birth must have another face to it. Surely for thousands of years women gave birth without all of these gadgets and interference. Women birthed their babies lived and thrived.
The earth is flat is what they were told and they believed it and even harmed those that said differently. Change comes slow. Truth will prevail. "Birth is safe, interference is risky" - Carla Hartley. Reminds me of a song we used to sing to my children when they were young. God Bless the grass that grows through the cracks. They roll the concrete over it and try to keep it back. The concrete gets tired of what it has to do. It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows through. God Bless the grass.
How we start anything in life affects how it plays out. How we birth our children lays a foundation of how we parent. A builders know that it is important to build a good foundation as it is one the hardest things of a house to repair if it cracks.
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