Just take your pick– ha ha 🙂
I love our unattended births. (Andre and Una were unattended births.) But as I age, the things I want to say about them changes.
First, I want to say that I’m starting to not like the term “unattended birth,” though I totally understand that term. I used to be ok with it.
But now … maybe it irks me, in that it puts the emphasis on who was NOT there, and can we puhleeze stop focusing on the caregiver? (I say this as a caregiver.)
My former midwifery director coined the term “family birth.” I like that. I’m toying with “just-us birth.”
Also, I used to explain, explain, explain all my logical, physical reasons why we choose “just-us birth.” But I’m getting old and so I tire of all that now, and I just want to roll around in enjoying the fun and wonderful, amazing, over-the-top experiences we had together during our Just-Us Births. It makes me cry to remember it.
In our village house out in no-where, lying in the water in the bathtub, Vitaliy sitting next to me, listening to 4Him’s “Where there is Faith” over and over again while my uterus and baby did all the work.
Andre coming out, and me immediately, uninhibitedly talking to him and gently rubbing him with all his vernix! Oh, I could go on and on! I should!
Vitaliy coming to me over and over for days after Andre’s birth saying, “Wow, honey, you did it. You’re amazing.”
Him bringing me flowers and lavash, and buying 7 million chux pads for all the after-birth fluids.
Our kids running in after each birth to meet the new one.
My placenta that came out 7 hours after one birth– calling a “friend” in the States to ask how to push that out. And it was all fine.
Well, anytime you want to hear all about, just ask me to unload the stories on you.
I know you’re just dying to hear about it ….