So I've realised, as a lot of people already know, that my greatest creations are my babies. My 5th child was born on the 28th of November, and had a bit of a surprise entrance! He decided he'd help my growth by encouraging me to face every fear I ever had about birthing - to birth out of water, be transferred mid labour, go into a hospital for birthing, have a spinal and caesarean, and have a hospital stay of two days........ All of which was nowhere near as scary as I thought it would be, and in fact was conducted with the utmost grace and respect. We had a bit of an impact on the staff as well - we did a lotus birth and were incredibly greatfull for two stereotypical 'hippies'. We've called him Balthazar Pheonix Post, to go along with Spiral-Moon Post, Lilith Magenta De-Ath Post, Griffyn Flux Post, and Jessica Kaira Post......
The photo's of all the other kids were taken a while ago, and I only found them again just before Balthazar's birth, and it blew me away how stunning they all are. Like a friend said, it seems that Currawong and I have stumbled on a good genetic combination!! Must be something to do with our Friesian heritage. Speaking of which, I was a bit thrilled to find out that Balthazar was the name of the last rebel Friesian freedom fighter!!! I've been obsessed with the name for a long long time, and it's good to have a quirky Friesian story to explain it with...
So we ended up with our perfect birth afterall, just not the way I'd thought it was going to be. After 1 hospital birth, a 2nd hospital water birth that was as close as you can get to a homebirth in hospital, a 3rd homebirth and water birth, and a 4th homebirth, waterbirth and lotus birth, to have my 5th as a ceasarean in hospital has nicely rounded out my experiences and learning. We found out after trying to do the homebirth thing, and it not working, and getting to Flinders, that his cord was wrapped around his neck, and he was 'leashed' high in my womb by a high up placenta, and there was absolutely no way he would have survived (or me either more than likely), or could have been born, unless we had access to western medicine and a caesarean in particular.
And I have to admit now that I had been judgemental about caesareans, and western medicine in general, and I'm glad to have had this experience to become less one eyed about the whole shebang. Considering I'm attempting to write a book about birth, sex, and death, I think it's highly fortunate and timely for this event to have unfolded as it has! Also taught me to never say never, as no-one would have thought that I'd need a caesarean on my 5th birth with my birthing history!
This appears to be the lesson of the year for me - to never say never. To avoid trying to predict and plot the future. And to surrender to the flow and wherever it chooses to take me. Which is one of the very greatest lessons about birth in general as far as I'm concerned - to surrender. Birth will be what it will be, no matter what plans you may make in the meantime!
So.
Back to crochet and spinning and the like in my next posting - just had to take a birthing interlude.....
The photo's of all the other kids were taken a while ago, and I only found them again just before Balthazar's birth, and it blew me away how stunning they all are. Like a friend said, it seems that Currawong and I have stumbled on a good genetic combination!! Must be something to do with our Friesian heritage. Speaking of which, I was a bit thrilled to find out that Balthazar was the name of the last rebel Friesian freedom fighter!!! I've been obsessed with the name for a long long time, and it's good to have a quirky Friesian story to explain it with...
So we ended up with our perfect birth afterall, just not the way I'd thought it was going to be. After 1 hospital birth, a 2nd hospital water birth that was as close as you can get to a homebirth in hospital, a 3rd homebirth and water birth, and a 4th homebirth, waterbirth and lotus birth, to have my 5th as a ceasarean in hospital has nicely rounded out my experiences and learning. We found out after trying to do the homebirth thing, and it not working, and getting to Flinders, that his cord was wrapped around his neck, and he was 'leashed' high in my womb by a high up placenta, and there was absolutely no way he would have survived (or me either more than likely), or could have been born, unless we had access to western medicine and a caesarean in particular.
And I have to admit now that I had been judgemental about caesareans, and western medicine in general, and I'm glad to have had this experience to become less one eyed about the whole shebang. Considering I'm attempting to write a book about birth, sex, and death, I think it's highly fortunate and timely for this event to have unfolded as it has! Also taught me to never say never, as no-one would have thought that I'd need a caesarean on my 5th birth with my birthing history!
This appears to be the lesson of the year for me - to never say never. To avoid trying to predict and plot the future. And to surrender to the flow and wherever it chooses to take me. Which is one of the very greatest lessons about birth in general as far as I'm concerned - to surrender. Birth will be what it will be, no matter what plans you may make in the meantime!
So.
Back to crochet and spinning and the like in my next posting - just had to take a birthing interlude.....
