By 2015, I’ve gotten fully fluent in the language of female anatomy.
I’m also done with institutions trying to write my story for me.
So when I became pregnant again this time, I built my own birth universe:
hypnobabies tracks, midwifery care, a sacred quiet space, and the deep immersive calm only a woman who knows her physiology can summon.
My third son was born only 22 minutes ago —
at home, in warm water, in my own bedroom, surrounded by serenity.
No fluorescent lights.
No ticking clocks.
No coercion disguised as “protocol.”
He was full-term, overdue by two weeks, peaceful and perfect —
and weighed nearly 6 lbs, twice the weight of my earlier babies, proving what I always knew:
A womens’ body works best when left alone.
(Hint: Women work best this way in general)
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