After working in hospital labor/delivery units for many years, I had the opportunity to join a home birth practice. I attended healthy women in labor at home. During the active phase of labor the doctor or midwife arrived. Approximately ten percent of the women were transferred to the hospital for interventions–less than ten percent required a cesarean section. I am grateful that I was able to observe the natural progression of labor in the home setting. The following poem reflects combined experiences. The poem and is an edited version of one previously published on my blog..
Labor pains came gently through the night.
Morning light streamed on her rocking chair.
Her labor intensified. She walked slowly,
hand on my arm and listened for encouraging words.
Her movements were intuitive. She labored,
finding comfort in firm back massage.
She knelt down and asked me to pray.
No pain medication. She asked me to pray.
I prayed as she moaned and released her body to
Waves of pain and pressure. Her cries filled the air.
Her body pushed. The midwife supported
the baby and lifted her to welcoming arms.
I recorded the time of birth.
Morning light was now an afternoon glow.
I marveled at God’s design.
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How beautifully you captured the precious time of labor and birth – God’s gift and creation. Thank you for sharing.
Joyce, Thank-you for visiting and your kind words.
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