A Poem By Laura Willshaw
“Be careful, take care, pay heed. Your baby’s in danger. Your body may bleed.”
They told me…,”Sadness in your past could happen again, Use our machines, your body’s no friend. Sit straight, lay back, don’t comfortably bend.”
They told me…,”We’ll scan you and touch you, just to make sure, your body can’t do it, it didn’t before.”
“The baby’s too big… the baby’s too small..there’s too much fluid or there’s none at all.”
“36 weeks is too early 42 is too late. This is policy – there is no debate”
“The baby’s at risk. You’re putting it there. Having a home birth is not really fair.”
They guilt me and challenged me and made me so mad. Is wanting the best for my baby so bad?
I told them: No. I will take no more. The attitudes towards me have been very poor.
So I challenged and questioned, and asked them right back.
Their answers were meager…their speeches were mild. They talked to me as though I was a child.
So I found faith in my body to do it alone. To be comfortable and calm and be at my home.
I found groups and ladies in an on-line land. Where we share and chat and virtually hold-hands.
I learned that my body of course can be strong. I learned what my body knew all along. To follow my instincts, a womanly intuition. I hope that others manage to listen. Sometimes birth doesn’t happen at home, but the choice is a mother’s and it’s hers alone.
My births were wonderful. Not scary or bad – that’s why I love these groups to say, “We’re not mad”. I hate that we fight to get something normal and natural.
Spread the word –
Choosing our birth isn’t fantasy it’s something that’s actual!