Craeghar Timothy ♥

Our little Craeghar Timothy is finally here and I get to keep him! :D

The birth was pretty amazing! As most of you know, I was 42 weeks and 6 days pregnant with this little guy before he joined us armside this morning. It was a difficult and challenging wait, but wow, the rewards were so very worth it! Last night I had a mini freak out, I’ll admit, and told Chris that maybe we should head to the ER and get an ultrasound just to be safe that baby can in fact be born. He had not engaged in my pelvis, I wasn’t dilating nor effacing, and he kept floating in my uterus. He was still moving, so we knew all was well, and the Lord constantly spoke to me through these last few weeks, reminding me that He is near and that all was well. It was a walk of trust and faith that pushed me to my ultimate limit. Chris reminded me of all these things about the Lord and he encouraged me to rest and prayed over me and the baby, for our protection and for the Lord to lead our steps in wisdom and prompting.

As I slept through the night, I dreamt of a rural community that was united and loving and each person came to me and encouraged me and helped me to push the baby. I woke up with contractions that were more intense than they had been but still not engaging the babe. I practiced bearing down and moving my hips around and I heard the Lord tell me that the people in the dream were all the people who were praying for us. I asked the Lord how long I should practice pushing and I felt led to rest. I prayed hard that He would continue to lead me… leading me to practice pushing felt odd to me, but I still did not feel led to seek medical assistance.

I awoke at 7:45am quite suddenly and startled Chris awake as well. The next few contractions were 3-5mins apart and really strong ones. We began to prepare that this was it. From 8-9am, I sat on the ball and rotated my hips and felt lots of pressure with each contraction. I got very hopeful that baby was finally able to engage and was coming down. At 9am I got into the tub and the contractions got even stronger but I got a bit of relief from floating… but then it got to be too much. I got back in bed around 9:30 or 10 and continued working through the contractions that were now 1-3mins apart and lasting over a minute long. Chris was amazing. He was tracking each one and telling me how much longer I had to go… I listened to his voice as he said, “20 more seconds babe, you’re doing great. These are doing great work. 10 more seconds… and 5 and then it’s going to start coming down. You’re doing great. Great job babe. 2 more seconds…”

11:15 came and I felt the need to pee so I went to the bathroom. I couldn’t go at first and was overwhelmed at the intensity of the contraction that came next. Chris could tell the time was coming because I began bearing down with the contraction and he encouraged me to come to bed, but I couldn’t… I was staying in the bathroom again. haha I checked my dilation and while my cervix was low, I was completely closed and not effaced. I became concerned about the fact that my body was pushing. I told Chris that I can’t push because I could tear through. He reassured me to listen to my body and relax, that God was in this and I can do this. I couldn’t stop the sensation to bear down. I pushed hard but tried to go slowly and I felt my cervix opening as the baby’s head pushed through it. I said the head is coming…

I never fully dilated nor did I fully efface. The baby came out in the anterior position and flew out with just one swift push, so fast I nearly dropped him on the floor. At the same moment, the cord snapped and blood went LOL On the walls, all over the toilet and floor, all over the baby and I. We were in shock as all the kids swarmed the doorway. I looked and saw he was a boy… we were all so elated and crying. He was HERE!

11:30am, December 25th, 2015, approximately 7lbs, black hair, and the most content and peaceful baby I’ve ever seen. We are so in love… and as I said to him, many times now, it really was worth it… all that waiting and difficulty surprisingly was all worth it… to be holding him and knowing him… I can now say I have BOYS, SONS along with our daughters. <3 We are so blessed…. 6 children! Unbelievable. I would never have known that this would be our life, 12 years ago when we made our vows to share our lives together in the will of the Lord…. but it’s full and blessed and enriching. I’ll take all the difficult and challenging for this beauty I get to live with these beautiful little people to share it with. <3

Into Week 29 With Baby #6!


I’ll be honest, the pictures I take of myself as I get closer to this baby’s birth day is blowing me away! My belly is so big! lol It’s incredible to think that a little human is inside of my body… cozy, safe, and warm. I love that we’re waiting to learn the gender of the baby again this time around, but man, it’s hard! Especially when I see others talking about their little girls and boys while taking their belly shots… but at the same time I’m reminded that while I don’t know the gender, God does… and it’s like we’re waiting for that birthday or Christmas surprise that we know is coming, but can’t open until it’s just the right time. The anticipation and excitement is all part of the experience and I love that. I can’t wait to see their little face, their little fingers and toes, and to call them by name according to their gender… the name that the Lord already knows is theirs. <3

My baby is about the size of a large butternut squash now, with wrinkly skin since s/he is still accumulating the fat that will fill them out. I was thinking of how funny it would be to have a teeny baby. I hadn’t really pictured a teeny baby because all my babies have been 7lbs or more, but I have family who’ve had beautifully healthy babies that were smaller. I have family that are smaller too, so it’s not impossible for that to happen. lol So now I’m imagining this jet black haired baby at 5lbs. hahahaha Totally something different and unexpected from our normal light/brownish/reddish hair and chunky babes of 7, 8, 9lbs.

It just goes to show how amazing our bodies are designed – to form a baby with a sperm and an egg and have it grow into a person. It makes me contemplate a tomato, a cucumber, an apple tree! All formed from one tiny little seed… allowed to grow and be nurtured. And it all happens right here in the womb of a woman. What a gift… what an amazing creation He’s formed! That I can carry a little person inside my body for nearly 10 months while they are growing and developing… alive and precious and known and loved by the Father. <3

I’m so thankful to have such a privilege once again. I pray I’d honor that privilege better and better with each day. With each year that goes by in their precious little lives. That I’d never forget that they are a precious miracle – every single one of them… and I get to witness their lives unfold into the beautiful purpose God has for them. Beautiful!

Red Raspberry Leaf Tea (28ish weeks)

So with my last 3 pregnancies, I drank Red Raspberry Leaf (RRL) Tea from about 16wks on, but with this one, I felt led to hold off for a bit longer and I just started drinking it here and there at about 26wks? I think. Well, I just drank some and now I have some contractions that are kicking my butt! haha And I think the baby is transverse so every time I have a contraction, the baby is like a football in my abdomen! Ohhh boy… I’m recalling some of the work that goes into getting this baby out… thankful for the help from the RRL Tea so my body can prep and be ready for the big day that we get to meet this sweet little babe!! 12ish weeks left! I can’t believe it! Woohoo!

Here’s the baby kicking from a day or two ago. It’s quick at the 15th second so don’t miss it! haha

I’ve Entered the Third Trimester!

It’s hard to believe I’m already 27+ weeks along now with baby number 6! It really does just feel like a couple weeks ago that I saw that faint line on the pregnancy test I took for fun. haha I wasn’t even late on my cycle yet, I just took it (at night no less) to satisfy this weird addiction of mine of peeing on strips of paper. hahhaha

It was really funny because I was in shock for a minute and told a friend I was talking to online at the time and trying to think of a creative way to tell my husband who was sitting near to me. She suggested dropping subtle hints about things we’ll need to get for “the new baby” and I said quite a few but apparently it just sounded like I was asking him about future preparations. haha “We’re going to need to upgrade our vehicle for the new baby, hun” wasn’t enough to reveal the news, so I decided to show him the test. “What am I looking at?” I laughed and told him that one line is not pregnant and two lines is pregnant. “It’s what we do best,” he joked.

I had just started a 2 month facebook break so I had to think of a way to tell everyone! haha I texted a few people and for the others, I was able to email them a video of me telling the kids the news. If you’ve not seen it, you can watch it here:

It was a lot of fun to see the kids’ reactions and fun to share it with others too. I think my mom’s reaction was the sweetest of all as the kids and I listened in on the phone with it on speaker. She didn’t realize it wasn’t a live video and was trying to talk to the kids and ask them if they were excited. So so sweet. We all laughed and enjoyed the excitement on the other line of her and my dad.

When I did return to facebook, I was surprised to see that there were still several people who didn’t know we were pregnant so it was fun telling even more people. :) The video of the kids is by far my favorite. I am so glad I captured their reactions. They were priceless.

I didn’t throw up once though I did experience nausea off and on, especially when I ate certain foods or wasn’t eating certain foods. I’m experiencing some heartburn here and there but papaya enzymes have helped to decrease the frequency a lot. I just started feeling baby flutters a few weeks ago and it’s been awesome to see the kids faces as they feel the kicks on their hands this last week or so.

I’ve gained more weight with this pregnancy than my others and it’s been quite comical. Being that this is my first pregnancy out of Maine and in KS, I’ve been warmer and so have spent most of inside time in boxers and a tank top to stay cool. I’m excited to have a November/December birth since four out of five of my births have been in the summer. I’m glad I won’t be laboring in the Kansas summer though. Sheesh it’s hot here! haha

I’ve seen a chiro and my health is great and I feel great. I’ve been dealing with a bit of anemia here and there and had to attack some candida overgrowth in my gut but otherwise I’ve felt good and anything that’s come up, I’ve been able to address quickly and easily or with the help of some fellow experienced birthers who also practice alternative health care.

Well, there’s an update on the pregnancy. We’re just going about life and looking forward to when this little one decides to join us. It’s hard to believe we have 3ish months left to go. It’s exciting! I’m also really excited to have my sister able to come (if time permits) to take pictures. Woohoo!

Our Third UC – 10/05/13

I just noticed that I don’t have my third UP/UC posted here! So, without further ado, here is the birth story of our fourth daughter (fifth child) born on 10/05/13!

On the morning of October 4th, before heading out for the day, I went to the bathroom. I was bleeding and had to force myself not to jump immediately to “baby time!” Afterall, I still had a week left until my EDD, so I dropped DH off at work and went about my day.

Nothing exciting really happened as I was able to do regular things so I got DH that night and went to visit a friend after the kids were in bed. We chatted it up until about 1am and then home I came. I got a few things situated “just in case” although I still had 8 days before I was “expecting” the arrival of our babe. I said goodnight to DH and propped myself in bed like my usual set up was (pillow under belly, between legs, and behind my back – laying on my left side and slightly elevated). I had to sleep exactly this way each night to avoid an aching back and hips in the morning from the SPD and to avoid the torture of heartburn. hahaI got woken up to a few contractions so I finally looked at my phone. It was 2:50am. So I started using my contraction app to time them. I would feel it, push the button, get through it, and go back to sleep. What felt like hours later, I looked at the app to see how far apart they were and realized it was only an hour later and they were 10 mins apart! I messaged a couple close friends online, had DH get the bed ready, and talked to another friend who was awake online until about 4:30am. I decided then that it was time to get some more sleep. I messaged another friend to let her know this might be it so she could pray me through it and to sleep I went.I was able to get broken sleep in between contractions for the next couple hours. At about 6:30, the bed was more and more uncomfortable. I tried to sit on my birthing ball but the pressure on my bum during contractions made it undesirable so I went to sit on the toilet. Contractions were still 10 minutes apart but were quite intense, yet I was completely lucid in between. I tried the birthing ball and bed again but I just couldn’t find relief. I put down the plastic in the bathroom as this was the only place I could get into a comfortable position during contractions. I sat back on the toilet and waited. The ten minute break in between left me twiddling my thumbs! haha Then a good and painful contraction came and I began to panic a little because I didn’t know if DH would hear me if I called for him (he was asleep so that he would be ready when I needed him). I calmed myself down and told myself it could still be a while. It was only a brief moment of panic but as soon as I was relaxed, my water broke.I called for DH and I asked for him to come. He came to my side, ready to be my hero.  With each contraction, he provided counter pressure. I began to feel like something wasn’t right and I had to process what to do while husband was near my side, waiting for my lead to take action. I felt intense pressure with each contraction on my bottom as if I had to have a bowel movement but when I reached down, I could feel the baby’s head pushing against the rectum wall. I was really concerned and knew that I needed to be doing something different.

Thankful to be so clear headed, I called a UC friend of mine who I felt would have some wisdom to offer. We worked together in between contractions that were still 10ish mins apart and came to the conclusion that the baby was posterior so it was going to hurt like heck but that I had to keep pushing. So, concerned I would tear, I put a glove on and proceeded to provide a barrier with my hand against the baby’s head from my bottom to encourage it to come through the birth canal while pushing with my body and also massaging my perineum. I’m not really sure how I did it… so don’t ask. haha But because of the angle and my inability to explain what was happening to my DH, I awkwardly did this myself while he provided me the support so I didn’t fall over.

I pushed hard with each contraction and my friend was right… it really did hurt like heck. haha

It didn’t feel like the head was able to move in the right direction so I regained my footing and then finally, during a contraction and pushing, DH and I heard a funny noise and I felt the baby’s head shift forward and I could feel the babe coming through the birth canal. I pushed with the contraction and the head came out. As soon as it did, we heard crying! Baby was face up with body still inside and CRYING! haha! I exclaimed, “What?! The baby is crying!?” In that same moment, I processed that I needed to get babe’s body out quickly and pushed only slightly and the body slid through. We did it! DH looked to see and that’s when we saw she was a GIRL!

DH called back our friend who had helped us in between contractions to let her know the news. It really happened quite quickly considering she was posterior. It was about 30-45 minutes from my water breaking! I also didn’t tear!!

Once a couple people were informed, DH went to get the kids who were just waking up and a couple were at first disappointed to learn that it was a girl but as soon as they saw her, DS was ooey gooey over her and DD1 cried happy tears. DD3’s face was priceless when she realized I had a baby in my arms – she immediately wanted to lay on her and DD2 said “YOU HAVE FOUR DAUGHTERS!!!

We all got ourselves into my bedroom where DH helped me to the bed while I waited to deliver the placenta and the kids all watched a show on my computer. I nursed my new baby and rested while my body continued to work. About 30 minutes later, I delivered the placenta and we cut the cord about 40 minutes after that. DH cleaned up the mess, which was easy because of the plastic shower curtains we had laid down. He just rolled it up and threw it away. I climbed back into bed with new baby and slept off and on all day.

It was perfect timing as DH had just begun his two weeks of vacation and since I was quite sore from all the pressure on my bum, he was able to pamper me for a week while I rested and took things slow and caring for the kids. We were also extremely blessed by the abundance of love from our church community and friends who cleaned our home, brought us meals, clothes, and groceries, and spent time visiting with us and loving on us. It was absolutely overwhelming to receive such blessings!!

Our favorite part was getting to enjoy sweet baby girl for and extra 8 days more than we expected!!

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Six Weeks!

My bebe is the size of a pomegranate! How FUN! I’m craving spaghetti with red sauce and turns out lycopene from tomatoes is perfect for bone health… and this little sweetie’s muscle and bone tissues are already building up! I bought some almonds to help with my dairy cravings. Still no sign of morning sickness so that’s pretty exciting! I still can’t believe I’m pregnant… craziness!! Yay!

Our Freebirthing Journey

What led my family to the decision to pursue self-prenatal care and planned homebirths without a midwife? Well, it’s not something we can really explain in the depth of where it started and emerged to the surface, but here is a general idea of one family’s journey.

The journey to freebirth began for my husband and I well before the story begins, but I’ll start from the morning we discovered we were pregnant with out first child. We were so very excited and embraced the idea of not rushing to the hospital for “what if’s” and “just in case’s”. We knew the Lord as the great Physician and trusted Him.



However, after 20 weeks we fell to the pressures of the few of those around us who were concerned (they felt we needed a plan B in case our plan to trust God was more like testing Him). Looking back, that sounds silly… but we went to see the OB. After numerous doctors’ visits, several unnecessary tests, 5 pointless ultrasounds, and needless worry about the size of our baby, we finally got to hold our 7½lb sweet little girl in our arms.

My labor with her was amazing. I didn’t even know that it was “it” when the contractions were coming. I walked around, enjoyed conversation with family, and then as they started to become what seemed to be “unbearable” we left for the hospital. They were 1 minute apart but slowed down when we got to the hospital. They told me that I was already 6 cm dilated, even still, at 7-8cm dilated my doctor felt things weren’t progressing fast enough so she wanted to break my waters. It was what I had seen to be normal in the birth stories and videos I researched beforehand and I was very excited to meet our little girl so I agreed. As time progressed, I found myself in transition, saying the famous “I can’t” like they said I would and in my head I knew she was coming soon. We had a healthy baby girl just moments later. From the moment I got to the hospital until she was born, the amount of time was a little over 3 hours.

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Once the time came where we believed we were pregnant with our second, and confirmed our suspicions, we were so excited. Upon request of our OB, we started the doctors visits at 12 weeks. My pregnancy was longer than I could’ve imagined and quite impersonal. Again, numerous doctors’ visits, several unnecessary tests, doctors not believing me when I said something was wrong (and then being prescribed a dangerous treatment for the infection I had that causes miscarriages), 5 more completely pointless ultrasounds, requests for more in order to put her on antibiotics fore the next 5 years of her life (and an angry doctor when I refused both), and needless worry about her size… let’s just say, I found myself quite impatient near the end. A week before my due date I ate raw licorice, something claimed to be a “natural inducer” and tried to get things going. I believe I did just that, but before my litte girl was ready. For the next week I had strong contractions getting her engaged into my pelvis.

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The morning before she came (right on her original due date), I awoke to painful and unbearable contractions. I timed them and when I could no longer take them any longer, we headed to the hospital. The contractions were the worst, most painful thing I had ever experienced. We arrived at the hospital for them to inform me that I was 7 cm dilated. “Praise God!” I thought. This was it! The contractions were right on top of each other, I was 7cm dilated, it wouldn’t be much longer! However, I was in soo much pain… I cried and I screamed in pain and begged for something to ease it… and taking that medication will be another one of the many things I regret doing during her pregnancy/delivery/postpartum care.


I threw up all over myself, fell asleep between contractions and had no control over my body. I was a slug and felt completely out of it. After several hours of long hard pushing, my 7½lb daughter (who was in posterior position) finally entered the world and was placed in my arms. Due to the stress of labor, she was born with a hole in her lung but recovered quickly, (praise God!) but unfortunately that first hour after she was born she was hooked up to machines and we had no bonding time. She was also given several x-rays while my husband was not allowed to hold her hand. I struggled with my emotional attachment to her but it wouldn’t be for several months that I’d realize I was suffering from postpartum depression from the traumatic experience of birth.

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We began educating ourselves on limiting doctors’ visits and the possibility of a home birth. We concluded that we desire to have the intimacy of new beginnings to be shared with each other – without the distractions, concerns, fears, demands, probing, and constant reminder of “how LONG” pregnancy is. We wanted to enjoy every moment and embrace each as God’s perfect timing. We wanted to surround ourselves with people who would inspire us to be healthy, happy, and trusting in Jesus. We wanted to experience faith, freedom, and serenity. And we have!

When my second daughter was around 15mos old, we were blessed with another little love and were so excited! This time however, we decided to look for a midwife but couldn’t find one who didn’t have legal restrictions that limited their ability to avoid interventions. As time progressed, we learned more and became more comfortable with the idea of freebirth and decided that was what we’d pursue.

I experienced several weeks of prodromal labor and I began to dilate 2-3cm by August 2nd and to 5cm and back to 3cm by August 5th. Tired, I joked that I’d never have this baby and the Lord put Isaiah 66:9 on my heart and I laughed and continued to rest in His timing.

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I labored all day on the 6th, contractions varying between 4 and 20 minutes apart, I talked with my sister all throughout it to keep myself distracted and around 5pm the contractions were getting quite uncomfortable. I went to be alone in my room and I shared with my sister that once my contractions became more regular and closer together, I’d run the bath. I then had a couple of “great” contractions that left me wondering if I should try to go to the bathroom but still 7 minutes apart. I went to sit on the toilet.

My water broke! And 30 minutes later, before I had time to move to the daybed, surely before I’d have had time to get things together to get to the hospital and certainly before a midwife would have made it, our first son was born into my husbands hands – right there, on the bathroom floor. We laughed, we cried, we ooh’d and we ahhh’d, and we had the girls come and meet their brother. It was a BEAUTIFUL experience; raw, real, personal, and fun. No poking, no suggestions, no tests, no monitors… We were immediately made comfortable and got plenty of rest that night.

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After our first two experiences with pregnancy and birth we saw impatience and dread encompassing much of it, and with our third, it was very very different. We were so thankful for our joyful, healthy, safe, and exciting home birth in patience and love.

When I was pregnant with my 4th child (pursuing my second freebirth/UC), I was SO excited!!

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In preparation, I began seeking out informative sites and blogs to educate myself even more about medical problems that can arise during childbirth and what needs to be done, what alternative options there were and what risks we weren’t willing to take. I was quickly reminded of how radically opposed some people are to those who choose homebirth – especially without a midwife.

Views and statements that seemed to be popular were:
“Planning a home birth? Sorry, but you’re just selfish and reckless.”
“It’s irresponsible to not have a midwife.”
“Unassisted childbirth is just plain careless.”
Selfish, reckless, irresponsible, and just plain careless….
Many of the views suggested that people who home birth are hippies, mystic, religious freaks, or what have you. It is believed that home birthing families (shall I say, “we”) are selfish and irresponsible people who only care about our comfort and are careless with the life of our children. That we refuse to see the dangers that come with pregnancy and birthing, and that doctors are our enemy! How dare we not just obey the doctors!

I want to clarify that my decision to home birth started initially with little having to do with my faith, little to do with my trust or lack thereof in doctors, and little to do with the comfort of birth. These things have their parts but I am not anti-doctor nor am I afraid of them or their demands. I am not anti-hospital and I wouldn’t avoid them in the event of an emergency. I am not selfish and thinking only of myself when I choose a homebirth. Ultimately, I sought out if it was Biblically supported, but my decision was based on it’s safety AND comfort.

Christian women freebirth; not just radicals, not just those who are one with mother earth, and not just those who believe in evolution and view people as animals… but people just like you. My husband and I have taken careful steps in making this decision and we’ve only ever encouraged others to educate themselves and discover what they are most comfortable with based on the truth and not just what they’ve been told. That is not to say that I know better than a doctor… however, the doctors that I and others I’ve spoken with over the last 7 years, have come into contact with are arrogant and narrow minded to any other possible routes and get offended when we question their tactics, knowledge, methods, and especially when we refuse the recommendations they give.

I seek to make an informed decision, and while the majority of our culture has become dependent on the views and care provided by doctors in several areas of our lives (medication for instance, both preventative and as treatment), I refuse to join in the belief of the lie that childbirth is innately dangerous and harmful to ones health. I’ve not based my research on biased information. I’ve searched far and wide and compiled my views based on my own rational and logical thought along with evidences I’ve found.

While in labor with my fourth child I was quite tired because I had stayed up too late and ended up starting my labor just a few hours later. So come time for preparations to be made, my instincts took over. I wasn’t due for another week and yet I got the place ready and had my husband stay home from work. Again, my contractions intensified and following a handful of contractions 7-10 minutes apart, my husband helped me on my bed and I gave birth to our third daughter.

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You see, pregnancy is not a disease that needs continual monitoring and probing nor is it to be frightening and stressful. Childbirth is not an inevitable death sentence without the hand of a doctor. What pregnancy is, is a natural part of life – as waste elimination, breathing, blinking, and swallowing… It’s occurred as long as humans have existed! Yet we don’t contact the doctor upon the need to have a bowel movement, even though the rare chance of it malfunctioning can take place. No we take action when there IS a problem. Childbirth is not without the potential of dangers, no matter where you are. Babies and mothers die in and outside of the hospital. While some feel tha they would rather have a doctor present for the “just in case” events that may arise, many feel just as strongly that they would rather be home to be free from the interventions that cause many of the events that people want a doctor present for. A dangerous situation arising during birth is not the norm for most. This is not idealistic or hopeful. This is the truth.

59234_10200228681932990_609849680_nWhen I became pregnant with our 5th child, we were overwhelmed with the responsibility and the excitement! We excitedly prepared for another UC. When 4am came on October 5th and contractions began waking me up from my sleep, I wondered if this could be it. I became increasingly uncomfortable and headed to the bathroom. Something wasn’t right… and I knew it. My contractions were 10min apart and they were incredibly intense. I paused and knew I needed to get into the lunge position. I put lots of pressure on my bum and my perineum and I pushed hard but breathed when I felt too much pressure against my hand. My baby was posterior, so her head was pushing toward my bottom. I felt and heard a pop as my hips opened up more to enable her to come through the birth canal. As her head came through, I heard crying! But the doctors and every online source I’d ever read said (and says) that this is impossible since her chest can’t yet expand until she emerges from my body! And yet, here she was, CRYING with her body still inside of me. I knew she needed to come out, so I focused, and I pushed the rest of her out. She was beautiful, healthy, and just wonderful. Our FOURTH daughter and FIFTH child! How blessed we were!!


I am not afraid of the doctors. In fact I appreciate them when there is a need. However they have no super human powers. They are educated in their field and under certain circumstances. I too am educated. I know my limitations and I know when I need help – and I am not afraid to ask for it. I would never allow my pride to interfere with the life of my child. If a need arose and we needed a doctor to save me or my baby, we would see a doctor – without a moments hesitation!! However, in the situation of my fifth child, would I have torn if I wasn’t allowed to move around? What if I was so focused on fighting for my rights to be in a lunge position or unable to determine that is what I needed to do because of everyone else taking charge of MY birth? What if I felt too embarrassed in front of everyone to put pressure on my bum? See how there are what if’s with hospital birth too? It’s very likely that if I was in the hospital, laboring on my back, that I would have torn from my bum to my birth canal opening because of the intense pressure with the counted pushing that OB’s often practice. Or, that I would have gotten a c-section because my baby was stuck on my pelvis.

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We are not careless. The decision we made to home birth, as with most home birthers, is not without its preparation, which includes preparation for what needs to be done in the event of an emergency or an area of concern. And my only desire in sharing what I have experienced and learned along the way is to keep a log of it for myself and for my kids, and to share with those who are interested in expanding their own knowledge by one woman’s experiences. It is never to judge… even despite my very contrary views.

I’ve not made the decision to freebirth at the risk of my babies lives. I’m doing it to add to the quality of their life and to the quality of our relationship, to ensure the best possible outcome for them and not just that they survive. I want the best for them… from day one.


And just for the record, if it came down to it and there was a real medical emergency, I would get the c-section. I’d just rather be educated and avoid it at all costs if it is possible without endangering my life or the life of my child… because in most cases, it is avoidable and preventable. C-sections have risks too! We all need to weigh the risks and ask ourselves what we personally want to live with. No one else can make that decision for us.

I’m excited to say, we’re expecting our sixth child!! We couldn’t be more thrilled!! And of course, we’re planning our fourth UC!! Praying and trusting for the Lord’s continual provision to do what’s best for our family. ♥ Thanks for reading!

Read my freebirth stories in full at the links below!
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