Outside of our labouring woman is a wild storm that she can at best blank out and go within. Her birth partner can hold her space for her - it is the strongest gift they can give. For the storm of cultural taboos, male female conundrum, obstetric reason intervening, midwifery in varying stages of remembering, a persistent unfamiliarity for the pain and mess of a delicious birthing creation, is not relevant for our labouring woman.
I have total trust that the environment amongst birthing professionals is working itself out to provide a truly safe space for labouring woman. But still, just now, lets acknowledge it with its perfections and imperfections and return to our labouring woman.
Deep inside, the dance is beginning. She can invite who she chooses to be present. The cushion of flesh and muscle rippling and tightening as she moves instinctively, subtly, outwardly, inwardly, feeling, sinking into the glorious now of her unique rhythm.
A bubble of love and comfort surrounds her, allowing her to surrender her whole to this awesome act. Well done Beautiful, you're doing it, the dance is blossoming and unfurling within you, you are perfectly ready for these moments.
Power surges are grounded as she moans and rocks. Deep roots into mother earth who hears and holds every woman and man through the ages. Well done Fine Creature, you are Life itself, in your safety is creation, is a baby's first moment, is smooth unhindered transition and release. Well done,we are with you, we trust your body, we are watchful and heartened with every breath of progress. Even in the seemingly dormant moments is a natural and perfect unfolding.
