Tonight, amid the homework and pizza and playing with friends and tucking in, I spent my time on the couch, staring at my computer screen. I was transfixed. I was mesmerized. And I invited my daughter to stare into the screen as well…
We were watching as Jessica (known to many as “The Leaky Boob“) labored and labored and labored with her baby. Labored beautifully. Labored strong. As a way to normalized birth and take away fear, she was livestreaming her birth online.
I’ll admit that the thought of inviting my daughter to join me came much later in the evening than I would have wished. We talk a lot in our home about how birth and breastfeeding are normal. Maybe so normal that I forgot that she’s never seen a woman bringing a baby into the world before.
I called her over and she was so enthralled. While we’ve discussed many times the “how to” of birth, without a visual, there was very little understanding for her (isn’t it that way for so many of us?). She asked why Jessica was moaning. Why she was kneeling the way she was. Why they were pushing on her hips. How long is a contraction? How much does it hurt? Why does it look like she is falling asleep? Why were they at home and not at the hospital?
These were precious moments. She learned things that I didn’t even know when I birthed her 10 years ago.
I finally sent her to bed at 10:00pm, with much hesitation on both our parts. I promised to wake her when it was time for the baby to come.
Why did I invite her to join me? Because I believe birth is normal. That women are capable. That we were designed for this unique work. I want my daughter to believe that her birth will be normal. That she is capable and that she was designed to do this as well.
* The sweet little one entered the world just before midnight. I was just getting ready to go awake her when it happened so fast! I went to share the good news but she is off in dream world. We’ll celebrate in the morning.
I am thankful for those who are strong and brave and risk public comments in one of the most significant and intimate moments of life. There is beauty in this world and my daughter and I were witness to it tonight. I feel wildly strong and capable to have shared this moment with others, including the growing woman, who may someday birth her own little one, sleeping amid pink pillows and fluffy stuffed animals upstairs.