Well, here I am. 37 weeks pregnant.
I have just decided officially today that this precious fourth child is destined to be born at home.
In water. Perhaps even outside.
In water. Perhaps even outside.
I have been trusting in the medical system - of which I have a lot of scepticism and question at all times. We had an easy 36 weeks, but after booking into the hospital the fear flags have been raised and the system that we know in medicine has taken over. They have no experience or qualification to have a birth in water.
No way I can give birth in the water there. The end.
For the weeks leading up to where I am now we have been taking the approach of we'll do what we can. Yes, birthing pool is fine, and I was confident with it. But the fear and "risk factors" have taken over. Spiritual journey and trust are no where to be seen on that road.
But this is where the journey was meant to go.
Home. Where we all belong.
Independent midwife booked.
Pool picking up tomorrow.
Calm.
Quiet.
Comfortable.
Safe in the arms of my family.
In the care of 2 midwives.
In the support of friends.
That is now where I am.
Ripening and anticipating. Bringing this baby into the world with honour.
That makes me very happy, confident and calm.