Sisterhood Support.
Here's a story of a sacred circle of sisterhood supporting this mother.
I remember this day so clearly. It was 2014 and while I had attended a couple of births, I'd never attended a homebirth - or been considered a primary partner!
She called in the early morning. I immediately grabbed the bag I had prepared and packed for two weeks in anticipation of this moment.
I didn't even change!
So, in my pajamas and without my bra, I jump in the car. She's close - only a couple of miles away but I can barely breathe. I hyperconsciously drive the speed limit but my energy is racing to be next to this dear mama I also call friend.
Once we're in the car together, I realize just how far we have to travel to get to the birth center. She's breathing hard and is vocalizing in ways that tell me she's probably really close to transition.
Breathe.
I have to breathe.
Breathe with her. Breathe for her. Breathe for myself.
It's hard to channel this birth energy. I'm shaking but I'm breathing.
I calmly tell her that the midwife is behind us on the interstate so if we have to pull over to birth this baby, all will be well.
You're safe, dear mama. We are here for you.
Once we cross the state line, I begin to feel relief. We're so close to the birth center.
Breathe.
The energy changes once we step over the threshold. I'm still channeling the same intense birth energy but her contraction patterns relax to a more manageable pace.
She's at peace in the safety of the birth center - for the moment.
She slips into the water and as she labors, she loses herself in a wave of grief.
The baby's father - the partner she dreamed of and fully deserved - isn't here. He isn't who she thought he was and she's doing this without him. Not because she wants to but because she has to...
She feels....
Alone. All alone.
Her birth story doesn't remember that baby's shoulder was stuck in this moment of grief.
I unintentionally held my breath as the midwife expertly manuvered mother and baby to free the little one.
And, this - this - is the contraction she remembers as her beautiful baby is born.
Five of us surrounded her as she began her new life as a mother of three. Five sisters, lifting her up, holding her in light and love.
She later tells me, "The best parts of this birth: Feeling loved, protected, and cared for".
How do you feel supported during birth? Is it what you think it is? What you think it should be? Do your expectations and needs change?
Have you crafted the support you truly need or have you simply checked boxes on some form?