Here is an inspiring birth story of a recent new dad.
"We didn’t have to wait too long. Thursday June 16th we had our check-up with our midwife and at that time she stated she thought you would more than likely come a week past your due date, which would’ve been another two weeks!
That night we watched TV and I rubbed Momma’s belly and caressed your little back. You responded by rolling around a bit, but ultimately you seemed very soothed and comforted. That night we went to bed and I assumed that it would be uneventful.
I assumed incorrectly.
Around 2am Friday morning, Momma woke me up and informed she had started having surges. I still didn’t think much of it and dozed off again. Around 4am, she woke me up again letting me know they were consistent. We decided to get things ready. We called (midwife), (doula), (Parents), (photographer).
At this point the excitement and anticipation started to build…I was going to meet my baby girl soon!
The rest of the morning was a blur, with brief moments when the world seemed to stop just long enough to catch our breath before we were swept away in the rush of surges again. I remember this birth as a continuum; everything flowed together, effortlessly. Maybe it was because I had complete faith in my connection with you and your mother, and the both of you communicating with me, and of course, because I had complete faith in your Mother and her ability to bring you here peacefully and safely.
The time it took to bring you into the world was an amazing, mostly because of being the most loving and intimate time with your Momma I will never forget. It was just the two of us, in our own little world, working together putting our minds together and our hearts intentions in the direction to accomplish the one goal of birthing our baby girl. We rarely spoke, except for some small talk in the beginning, but we were so connected that I knew what she needed without asking. It was a blessing to be in the birthing tub; its warm water was soothing and it felt very natural, like this is how babies are supposed to be born.
Once in while I suggested to her a relaxation. or a visualization and together we breathed deeply for the most part of the evening. I kept saying positive phrases, and they came out of me as a continuation of my thoughts and intention.
She drank some water, and did not want to eat. Time was contracted for us. I played some music, and we danced the most loving dance. I felt her breath and told her how much I loved her. I felt everything in a slow motion. Time was stretched yet when I looked at the clock two hours had passed.
The real turning point is very vivid to me. Momma told me she had felt a pop (her waters had released) and that she needed to go to the bathroom. I knew you were very close once we got to the bathroom, I knew what to expect. Momma started to show a bit of discomfort in her face, nothing she couldn’t handle, but I thought maybe I could help by kissing her. I reached and caressed her face and begin to kiss her with the passion that only an incredibly proud husband can have for his amazing, birthing wife. I was very aware of my own calm and relaxed way. I wanted her to feel how I feel, relaxed and calm. And soon she did. Her face was in peace and I felt her body transitioned from rather tense to very relaxed and calm. It was an amazing thought that I had helped her in some small but powerful way. She was then ready to get back into the tub.
On the way back to the tub, (doula) commented that Momma’s belly looked different; we knew without a doubt you were very close. I helped Momma back into the birthing tub and caressed her back while she continued to breathe you down.
She massages your momma's back, as I kissed her face, and talked to her softly about her readiness to let you out.
The midwife was quite surprised when your Momma reached down, and having touched your head exclaimed that you were crowing. I was exhilarated and got into the birthing tub with her. I reached down and carefully felt your little head. (Doula) shone a flashlight into the tub and now I saw your precious little face for the first time. Your little hands were up by your face. Momma smiled as if something inside tickled her. She looked so calm, like a madonna. Then as if by some internal orchestration she looked at me as if beyond me, took a deep breath in blew out very slowly. In a fraction of a second you came out into the water and into my hands. I then guided you onto Momma's belly. I am such a lucky man to be the first person to hold my baby girl, to welcome you into the world, and then to pass you into the loving arms of their Mother.
As I held the both of you, my girls, I thought: What a perfect moment.
I could never imagine how enamored I could be with my wife - you Momma. What an amazing woman she is! It still takes my breath away to think back and reflect at what an incredible thing she did. There are no words to describe my deepest respect and admiration I have for her. She is truly a gift and inspiration. She is the perfect role model for my daughter; and for me, a model of strength, courage, confidence and beauty. It is because of her I am a better man. She made birth look effortless and graceful. May the Lord bless you with these gifts of character from your Mother.
I really wish that everyone who assumes that the birth of a baby is an event necessary of medical care could have witnessed your birth. Your birth was like a perfect sunrise, captivating to behold in silence and impossible to deny how miraculous it really is. That’s the best way I can describe your birth; it was a brilliant sunrise, an everyday gift from God, and I wish that you may have the same experience with your husband many, many, many years from now ;-)
I love you!
Daddy
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"We didn’t have to wait too long. Thursday June 16th we had our check-up with our midwife and at that time she stated she thought you would more than likely come a week past your due date, which would’ve been another two weeks!
That night we watched TV and I rubbed Momma’s belly and caressed your little back. You responded by rolling around a bit, but ultimately you seemed very soothed and comforted. That night we went to bed and I assumed that it would be uneventful.
I assumed incorrectly.
Around 2am Friday morning, Momma woke me up and informed she had started having surges. I still didn’t think much of it and dozed off again. Around 4am, she woke me up again letting me know they were consistent. We decided to get things ready. We called (midwife), (doula), (Parents), (photographer).
At this point the excitement and anticipation started to build…I was going to meet my baby girl soon!
The rest of the morning was a blur, with brief moments when the world seemed to stop just long enough to catch our breath before we were swept away in the rush of surges again. I remember this birth as a continuum; everything flowed together, effortlessly. Maybe it was because I had complete faith in my connection with you and your mother, and the both of you communicating with me, and of course, because I had complete faith in your Mother and her ability to bring you here peacefully and safely.
The time it took to bring you into the world was an amazing, mostly because of being the most loving and intimate time with your Momma I will never forget. It was just the two of us, in our own little world, working together putting our minds together and our hearts intentions in the direction to accomplish the one goal of birthing our baby girl. We rarely spoke, except for some small talk in the beginning, but we were so connected that I knew what she needed without asking. It was a blessing to be in the birthing tub; its warm water was soothing and it felt very natural, like this is how babies are supposed to be born.
Once in while I suggested to her a relaxation. or a visualization and together we breathed deeply for the most part of the evening. I kept saying positive phrases, and they came out of me as a continuation of my thoughts and intention.
She drank some water, and did not want to eat. Time was contracted for us. I played some music, and we danced the most loving dance. I felt her breath and told her how much I loved her. I felt everything in a slow motion. Time was stretched yet when I looked at the clock two hours had passed.
The real turning point is very vivid to me. Momma told me she had felt a pop (her waters had released) and that she needed to go to the bathroom. I knew you were very close once we got to the bathroom, I knew what to expect. Momma started to show a bit of discomfort in her face, nothing she couldn’t handle, but I thought maybe I could help by kissing her. I reached and caressed her face and begin to kiss her with the passion that only an incredibly proud husband can have for his amazing, birthing wife. I was very aware of my own calm and relaxed way. I wanted her to feel how I feel, relaxed and calm. And soon she did. Her face was in peace and I felt her body transitioned from rather tense to very relaxed and calm. It was an amazing thought that I had helped her in some small but powerful way. She was then ready to get back into the tub.
On the way back to the tub, (doula) commented that Momma’s belly looked different; we knew without a doubt you were very close. I helped Momma back into the birthing tub and caressed her back while she continued to breathe you down.
She massages your momma's back, as I kissed her face, and talked to her softly about her readiness to let you out.
The midwife was quite surprised when your Momma reached down, and having touched your head exclaimed that you were crowing. I was exhilarated and got into the birthing tub with her. I reached down and carefully felt your little head. (Doula) shone a flashlight into the tub and now I saw your precious little face for the first time. Your little hands were up by your face. Momma smiled as if something inside tickled her. She looked so calm, like a madonna. Then as if by some internal orchestration she looked at me as if beyond me, took a deep breath in blew out very slowly. In a fraction of a second you came out into the water and into my hands. I then guided you onto Momma's belly. I am such a lucky man to be the first person to hold my baby girl, to welcome you into the world, and then to pass you into the loving arms of their Mother.
As I held the both of you, my girls, I thought: What a perfect moment.
I could never imagine how enamored I could be with my wife - you Momma. What an amazing woman she is! It still takes my breath away to think back and reflect at what an incredible thing she did. There are no words to describe my deepest respect and admiration I have for her. She is truly a gift and inspiration. She is the perfect role model for my daughter; and for me, a model of strength, courage, confidence and beauty. It is because of her I am a better man. She made birth look effortless and graceful. May the Lord bless you with these gifts of character from your Mother.
I really wish that everyone who assumes that the birth of a baby is an event necessary of medical care could have witnessed your birth. Your birth was like a perfect sunrise, captivating to behold in silence and impossible to deny how miraculous it really is. That’s the best way I can describe your birth; it was a brilliant sunrise, an everyday gift from God, and I wish that you may have the same experience with your husband many, many, many years from now ;-)
I love you!
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