Holy Hormones Journal: How far we have come from that simple, yet profound statement.
Babies are wise and conscious beings. Babies born to conscious parents are capable of incorporating a greater amount of their soul energy in their body than many birthing practices allow. Babies conceived in love need birthing practices that reflect that love, practices that protect the integrity of a newborn.
~Sacred Birthing: Birthing A New Humanity by Sunni Karll
April Boden has written a an heart-wrenching expose about her birth experience. What was once a sacred time of birthing and passage of life has now become a medical intervention that robs women of their dignity – and, as April poignantly states sets the infant up for trauma, and neurological damage. Setting the stage for autism! Yes, of course. The now trauma of birth – wait let’s step back – the now trauma of pregnancy and the procedures and traumatic testing a mother endures in combination with the inhumane birth of a baby in a hospital setting sets the stage for neurological damage. How can it not?
I am way beyond my birthing years – I have three healthy – unvaccinated grown sons – with no health problems. One of those births was at home. But even back in the day, the hospital births honored my wishes – and my babies and I were treated with compassion. Not to say that is not being done now… but the rates of C-sections and inductions are increasing. Our birthing is no longer a natural process – and women are prodded and drugged to get that baby out on a fabricated schedule. And then we exacerbate the damage with vaccines – within hours of birth.
Researchers have discovered that infants who are delivered by caesarean section have a lower range of good gut bacteria in their first 2 years of life, compared with infants delivered through the mother’s birth canal.
If you induce the birth of your baby you will be at risk of delivering a premature baby. New studies are showing that babies who are even slightly premature have more problems at birth and beyond. There is no proven health benefit to forcing your baby from the womb before your baby has had enough time to properly develop. Even in the last few days before the birth of your baby, last minute finishing touches are ongoing. The final layers of fat are placed, the lungs are receiving the finishing touches even as you are going through labor. All of this will help your baby to be comfortable in a change of environment.
A young friend of mine just delivered in the hospital and I was shown the video of the baby entering the world. I was mortified. Perhaps it was this one nurse…but the first-time mother who was still laying on her back – her feet in stirrups waiting for the placenta to deliver – had no choice but to watch her newborn being handled and spoken to like it was an object and not a sacred being. The nurse was wiping off the baby, prodding and rolling it around while it cried without respect or compassion… is this how we want our children to be birthed?
Birthing in America, Part 1: Setting the Stage for Autism!
By April Boden
Road to Recovery
November 29, 2014
As a mother of 3, you could say I have some experience giving birth. Each one was their own unique experience and I mean that sincerely, not in a new agey ‘you’re a unique snowflake’ sort of way.
The first two were done the birthing in America fashion by which I mean the OB/GYN, pee on stick, step on the scale and cry.. My oldest son, now 11 was pretty much a standard pregnancy. Being my first I didn’t know what to expect, so I read ‘the book’.. yes that one, ‘What to Expect, When You’re Expecting.’ You might say it was my bible at the time. I read it cover to cover, several times.. I can’t remember if the book talks about midwives, I’m sure it did but that wasn’t an option available to me, as when you birth in America, you realize quickly that you’re not in charge of how you give birth; the insurance companies determine that and whether it be private or government instituted, THEY are in control.. not YOU! So I went to the insurance covered in network provider. I cried each time they put me on the scale, they told me I was too fat and gave me the following nutrition advice, ‘don’t drink juice anymore..’ that’s it. They sent me to do the ultrasound where I got the first picture of the baby and learned the sex, even though I didn’t want to know. They injected me with needles that drew my blood and tested for things, most of which I never learned what or why, they had me strip down naked, where a paper dress and lie on a bed with my feet in stirrups, so that my vagina was as wide open and exposed as possible to make it easier for them to insert a hard cold metal object inside me. This allowed them to poke their fingers around the inside of my uterus.. shockingly.. even before I was pregnant I never enjoyed this practice, the doctors would always tell me I was ‘too sensitive’. Yeah.. it’s ME
After I was about 3 days past my due date, they told me to plan an induction of labor. When I told them about how ‘the book’… my bible said that induction wasn’t necessary at this point they complied but unwillingly and sent me to receive more ultrasounds.. I was stressed.. I cried more… they had set up an induction on Friday that I declined and ultrasound on Monday which I accepted and later that evening, I went into labor.. NATURALLY.. my water broke in my bed the following morning. I know it’s hard to believe but babies were born prior to the invention of pitocin (the serum used to induce labor in case you didn’t know) and my son, Avery was one of those babies. I went to the hospital, had an epidural, delivered without complication, he was placed into a plastic bassinet with bright lights and strangers cleaning, examining, poking, prodding and eventually cutting of the tip of his winky. This is considered a ‘normal’.. ‘successful’ even, birth in America.. How can that be, you ask? And how do I know? Because it gets worse.. much much worse, as I would find out the second time around.
Two years after my oldest son was born, I would have another son. I went to the same in network provider, had pretty much the same experience except one of the doctors at the practice was no longer there, so the wait at the office went from about an hour to upwards of 2 hours per visit. I gained a little more weight the second time around, even though I was considered fat the first time, the second time was even worse. I wasn’t offered any nutrition advice, though they tested me for diabetes twice, both times were negative. I never had an abnormal pap smear, I never had high blood pressure, aside from a little low iron, I had a normal, healthy pregnancy.. other than my unexplained fatness which would cause a panic throughout the office by about month 8 or 9.. In all honesty, I didn’t gain that much weight but the size of my uterus was apparently an inch or so larger than it was supposed to be.. according to them. The solution to this problem was to induce labor, once again, even before my expected due date. I reminded the doctor of the ‘book’s’ word and that it was not medically necessary at this time to do so, his response and I quote ‘There’s nothing worse than giving birth to a DEAD baby..’ Honest to God that’s what he said. I left the office that day a nervous wreck, crying uncontrollably while driving myself home. The doctor’s solution was the same as before.. more ultrasounds.. of which I would end up having about 5-6, as opposed to the 2-3 the first time around. Each visit would require about a 2 hour wait in the office, often with my then 2 year old son in tow.. yeah.. fun!
About 3 days after my due date, the doctor asked me to reconsider the induction.. I did and went to the hospital for a planned birth. The nurse examined me with the fun cold metal object and stuck her hand way up my uterus where she would declare that the baby had ‘not dropped..’ meaning that the baby hadn’t dropped to my cervix yet. ‘Why would the doctor plan an induction, when the baby hadn’t dropped?’ She would ask me.. I had no answer. Later she would ask the same of my doctor, declaring ‘She’s sky high!’ Without looking at me or anyone in the room, he would quickly glance at my chart, hand it back to the nurse and state ‘high blood pressure’, as he walked out the room and down the hall. The nurse chasing the doctor down the hall with my chart in hand, I could hear screaming, ‘there’s no high blood pressure.. her blood pressure is fine..’ Mind you at this point the nurse had already followed doctor’s orders and hooked me up to an IV that delivered the pitocin causing me to go into full blown labor with contracting and all.
A few minutes later in the middle of a contraction, the nurse would walk into the room and say the doctor ordered to stop the induction. She unhooked the IV, propped me up and sent me home. I would continue to have active contractions for the next several hours. It didn’t feel good.
By this time my mom was visiting, as I was supposed to have an induced labor and she would be around to help but there was no baby delivered yet. She watched my 2 year old while my husband and I went to do the next ordered ultra-sound. The ultra-sound tech or doctor or whatever he was, brought us into his office. He said, ‘you’re baby is around 10 pounds, you’re too small to deliver it, you should have a C-section..’ I was horribly terrified as I had read in “the book” about the unnecessary numbers of C-sections done in this country, of the complications and that any future children would all have to be delivered via C-section. I was certainly thinking I wanted more children and did not wish to have this surgery every time. My husband would calmly nod his head and turn to the ultra-sound dude (I believe that was his official title) and ask the following question, ‘If she were your wife..’ ‘I don’t have a wife’, he interjected.. ‘Okay, if she were your sister.. what would you advise her to do?’ my husband continued.. ‘If this were my sister, I would advise her to have the baby vaginally’, WHAT? Then what the fuck, ultra-sound dude? Why? Why did you just tell me to have a C-section??