We as Women have an innate wisdom that lives deep inside of us. It sometimes lays dormant, or is hidden in shame by what we learn is “appropriate” in our culture. Sometimes it hovers on the cusp of awakening, instinct, curiosity. And when we cross THAT bridge to enlightenment, the wisdom breaks free. This is where we find our passion.
I don’t know that there was a particular moment when I embraced my calling as a birth worker, a “with woman”. I look upon the birth of my first child with sadness, but also gratitude, for it brought to light what birth was not to be. I vaguely remember the moments after I received my epidural. Drugged and told to “rest”, sleeping through one of the most important moments of my life. I recall nurses coming in and out to poke at me with no regard to my birth space or this pivotal point in my HERstory. Did I know better? No, sadly I did not. Did they? Perhaps not. I hold no resentment to these nurses who lovingly support laboring women to the best of their ability and knowledge. They make sacrifices, working long hours away from their families to be with ours. I appreciate their work and only hope that awareness is brought into hospitals with the growing number of doulas that attend births today. I already see changes being made that make my heart happy.
It was with my second pregnancy that I was in control over the space I create to bring my daughter earthside. I learned about how the energy brought into a woman’s birth space can effect not only the birth, but the trajectory of the mother-baby lifetime bond. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; rather, it transforms from one form to another. With this wisdom I know that it is my responsibility as a birth worker to be aware of the energy I bring to a birth space.
It is an honor to be invited to a birth, be it as a birth photographer, friend, or family member. This woman is trusting me with the most significant journey of her life. It is in this moment that the skies will open and the universe will work in her favor to deliver her a spirit from the heavens. She will court the Devine, coming as close to God in her human form as she will ever be. This is my belief. It is a beautiful, sacred, momentous occasion! And every.single.time. I am blessed to witness this life changing journey happen before my eyes I weep with gratitude as I bask in this incredible energy I have been gifted. Something deep inside calls out to me, bringing forth ancient wisdom from my maternal lineage to serve. Be WITH her. Witness. Observe. Provide whatever it is she needs in this moment. And then revel in this joyous affair that I am now apart of, in my own way.
I will never grow tired of the majesty that is birth. My passion grows to be the voice for those who are unable to speak up in hopes that the unaware, unwelcome birth bystander will be a thing of the past. After all, when did birth become a spectator sport?
Who will you invite into your birth space?
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