What I remember most about the birth of my little Tree Fae, was the day’s first light. She entered the world quickly and peacefully just as the summer sun was peeking up over the valley and shone brightly through our breathing rooms window and bounced off my rainbow moonstone.
Born on the morning of the Summer Solstice. I awoke in need of a brisk walk in the bush, I really needed to be with the trees this morning. Whilst my 2 other birds were just starting to stir from there fluffy slumbers, my womb was alerting me gently yet eagerly that today was a new day, a day in which my life would change forever.
I awoke my right arm (Simon) explaining to him that I’m off down the road to leave Braxton my uncomfortable friend who has been bothering me on and off for weeks now, amongst the trees in the bush. These Braxton hicks were keeping me from my precious sleep.Right arm suggested a warm bath Instead would ease Braxton off my back as it was blowing a gale outside. I agreed. Oh, the warmth of the water, the weightlessness was blissful.In my own dream state world I found myself enjoying my well-practiced yogic breath. Breathing in light and rainbows, exhaling, relax, open and smile. Its magical and colourful, let go, FLOW.
As I lay on my side covered in smooth warm water, I had a moment of reality, a conversation with myself. Breathe through the surges, rainbow is coming today, now.
Simon came into see how Braxton was. His timing was amazing as he noticed my waters break. With no response from me, he decided it was time to call Clare, our midwife and best friend. Braxton was nowhere to be seen by this stage but labour was well and truly visiting. Only half an hour had passed since awaking. 2 little birds were flying around now, excited that they may be seeing our little seedpod sprouting any time today.
So fast, no thinking anymore just intense back pain, no moments of peace in between breaths. Out of the water the breathing room is where I need to be. As I try to find some kind of comfort on hands and knees on the futon, I look up and find Clare’s face. Looking at me with calm and happiness I knew I was safe now as she held my hand and said quietly “were having a baby today”.
Yes this is it, I am and I am ready. As Simon frantically ran around with buckets of warm water trying to fill the birth pool, I relax into my next surge, stand up to bare down onto the door frame like holding onto an ancient tree to use its strength and wisdom. I feel strong and safe and with a mindful breath I push the head of my little fae out into the light.
I know exactly what I’m doing, I’m so confident and as Clare calls for our 2 little birds and Simon, I come down onto the earth and with celebrations of laughter and cheer, I bring our baby rainbow earthside.
Right arms laughter, little birds squeals of joy and Clare’s smiles feel the room and me with absolute surprise and colour. My breaths were quick, my heart was racing and a little wet bundle of love was in my arms, skin on skin.
I announce that baby rainbow is a girl, even though in my heart I already knew this, and we enjoyed the energy of our home. As my moonstone gently tapped her on the head I sat down to take in this magical moment.
I press her to my heart, we looked at each other, I took a breath, we took a breath together. The chord had stopped pulsating now and soon it would be time to deliver my baby’s life force, the placenta.
Sometime after my intense after birth pains, 2 little birds, 6 and 8, shared and embraced the moment of cutting the chord. Something they will always remember. They were just as much a part of their sister’s birth as I was.
With candles lit, Deva Premel playing softly in the background, the moment that I was so looking forward to, a moment in which I will always hold sacred, was here. Me and my 3 little birds tucked up in bed together with gentle dadda kisses on our foreheads and high on a cocktail of love running through my veins. I’m empowered! I am pure bliss, I am love.
I did it. A peaceful yogic home birth just like I had envisioned. Everything is as it should be. A melody pure and true.