Breathe

It is written in the Christian Bible that all of creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth... to put it simply, life is hard. I'm in the peak of a long contraction in my own life. Tyring to trust God for my sustenance, but not knowing what form it's coming in. Sometimes God asks for such big things from us. Feels a little like transition actually. I'm trying not freak out, tyring to trust God. Sometimes all I can focus on is the pain and fear it's causing me... instead of excitement in the new road ahead.


I teach women that in order to have a baby with less pain (and no medication) that they need to realize and release their tension and fears. Fear builds tension, which increases pain, which makes you more afraid. It's all a big cycle that keeps building... it closes the body up instead of opening it. The things that break the fear/tension/pain cycle are relaxation, calm and focused breathing, trust in the one you're with, focusing on the prize ahead, keeping a grateful, positive attitude, laughter. Laughter during labor actually has the ability to further open a dilating cervix!! So does puking (I'd rather laugh). I say that genuine laughter and joy opens up and releases things in the spirit as well (so too, the expression of crying). What mirrors the physical and spiritual are. A friend was praying for me recently and asked that God make me able to laugh at the days ahead just like that proverbial woman does. So, God, give me joy. Give me laughter. Open me up to the depth and beauty of this transition you have me in right now. Cover over my deepest of fears.





All of those positive responses to labor and life build up the supply of endorphins and blessedly aid the heart and body in staying calm and feeling less pain.





So, here's to relaxing in this moment.... enjoying the ride. Throwing my hands up in the air and letting the waves of life hit me. Where will they take me? Closer to the shore? Out into the deep? Hmmm. Closer to the hands that created me, for sure.

Breathe.

Waiting

Waiting... watching what happens and waiting for God to see where he will bring me. I'm starting life as a doula. I have my first 4 clients now under the title of "doula" and am excited and nervous to see where this takes me. A doula is a woman who supports other women in childbearing. I am a birth doula (in training). So, under my care, women who choose to hire me shall recieve informational, physical, christian based spiritual (if desired), and emotional support from me as they journey through their pregnancies. All of my support skills are especially meant to be drawn upon continuously throughout labor, birth, and the early post-partum period.


I have been compelled towards all things birth since childhood. Pregnant bellies have always been a beautiful and intriguing thing. Such a secret time is pregnancy. A tiny person taking shape from within. The intrigue doesn't end there. The female body was created so lavishly to nourish. To support life within and without. On the day of birth, a (sometimes) pulsating cord is cut, making into separate and interdependant beings a mother and her child forever... and yet the nourishing continues. So very much strength and provision has been given to women. Indeed, we possess much as we are able to cut loose the cord which fed, but then draw our babies to our chests and continue the nourishing on yet another level. Pulling close... so close, the being who is now tied to you for life. Perhaps that cord cutting is not a symbol of independance so much as a physical reminder of the spiritual idea that our lives... no matter what the circumstances, are tied forevermore. Even if mother and child shall part ways after that severing of cord from placenta, from uterine home, from abdomen, underneath the very heart of her... there must remain some secret internal connection to the one who contained and continuously fed you for so long. Perhaps the severing of the cord and the (almost) instant need for nourishment directly from another person, serves to remind us that as we graduate from level to level of dependancy and interdependancy all through life, we will always surely recieve another; different, form of sustenance.

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