Titus' Birth

I am in a place in my life that I need power. I need reminders that I am power. I happened to stumble on this while going through my mail basket. Not sure why it was in there, other than for me to find it today. Shortly after Titus was born, my midwife asked my to write the story of his birth. I couldn't do it. It was too much to write down the details of his birth. I had a very painful difficult labor with him, he was a shoulder dystocia,and  he was born not breathing with a black head and a white limp body. All is well with him now of course, but those moments were too intense for me to be able to write it down moment by moment. I found out later that after we let Titus cry for awhile, my midwife left the birth room to wretch. It was that intense. Anyway, I was able to write down some thoughts, which I am going to share today. This memoir was originally titled " If the Camper's a Rockin' Don't Come a Knockin' and Other Thoughts About My Labor and Birth." I am since divorced from the fella I was rocking the camper with, so I have renamed this piece.

The Many Hands House: Bed, Breakfast, and Birthin' Suites

I don't need things, and I don't need them to be perfect, and I don't need them to be in perfect condition...because I am resourceful.

Another case FOR homebirth.

When the worst is at hand, people hand out their best.

Don't wait until contractions are 3-4 minutes apart to start the belly cast.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich...my new favorite dish.

An orgasm during labor sure sounds nice.

Every once in awhile you get a rose with a red stem.

How awesome to watch the breath of life go into my child through my midwife's mouth.

Brutus the Barber Beefcake!

I have never been offended by anything my midwife has said.

The Many Hands House: Bed, Breakfast, and Birthin' Suite.

I know some women that I can trust and I can trust myself to be vulnerable with.

Everyone was thanking God(s)

My body, after all, did know what was going on.

Where are the gloves?

I have the best midwife in the world.

The asshole things that assholes say does not make me the asshole.

I know my reality.

A lady could start a war over that smell.

His name is Titus, it means power.

I have an owl baby.

I someday would like to learn to bellydance.

I have witnessed a miracle.

A crown of flesh and a crown of stars.

Born on election day (which is a holiday at the Many Hands House!)

I know another who can mother me. Thank you Lyric.

T.V. is like magik when it's not on everyday.

There is power in me, and all around me, and on my tongue.

What reminds you of your power?