Do women really "birth how they live"?

Do women really "birth how they live"?

I have had several women bring this phrase to me that has been bandied about in freebirth circles and I wanted to explain what I understand about this phrase versus how it is used.

On a general level it is true that often we can make educated guesses about a woman's life story by the birth choices that she makes, if her previous feminine initiations have been in power or powerlessness, how she feels about authority, how comfortable she is in her own body, how much she trusts her own judgment.

This can reflect in how willing she is to accede to unnecessary intervention and an experience in which somebody else is wielding all the power.

Unfortunately, this phrase is usually used to denigrate women who have medicalised births, the implication being that they are somehow oppressed, weaker, or less than. By contrast, it holds the home and freebirthing mother up as a paragon of anti-establishment, natural health, pro-woman, whatever other positive groupthink attribute you wish to give her.

This dichotomy is simply not true. Anybody who reads the news knows there are women who are scared of birth and who would hand over the control to somebody else if they could who have babies in their cars and bathroom floors with no medical professional every day.

Most of the time, the body does what it's designed to do whether or not we believe it can or we feel good about it. Grantly Dick-Read's whole book Birth Without Fear was inspired by one such woman who knew so little about birth she didn't even know it was supposed to hurt.

This phrase also doesn't take into account that birth is an *opportunity* for transformation. For the woman who has been made to feel powerless, now she says no more and is reborn from the fire that cleanses and renews. For the woman who is so amazed by what her body has done it sends her down a rabbit hole into other ways she can liberate herself and others.

For some women, birth trauma gives her a warped and ugly key that eventually unlocks the many doors of her past and future and like the goddess Inanna she is able through a huge effort to rise from the underworld into her power.

Work as a doula long enough and you will learn never, ever to make assumptions about how a woman will birth. For some women, the surrender of natural birth is the gateway to healing. More rarely, the surrender comes from accepting a change of pathways and a medicalised entry into motherhood.

Birth is the journey of the soul, the mother's and the baby's. The woman surrenders to the new life moving through her as she is decimated and rebuilt as a mother and the baby chooses it's entrance into the world. The baby's soul is coming from a place of such love and deep time that if we were able to truly perceived the vastness of that soul's journey we would release any limits our conscious mind places on it.

As freebirth and home birth community members, as much as unnecessary medicalisation is infuriating, as much as perhaps we have had to fight for and educate ourselves for our births, we need to be humble enough to admit that *we don't know* what makes some births go well and others not, by our limited perception.

It's trendy these days to put out polarising statements about natural birth that people can flock to and band together to give them a sense of solidarity and the illusion of control over the medical system and even birth itself.

Let's not turn what should be thoughtful, curious and expansive conversations with women about their initiations past and present into social media quips.

At this point the birth world is a minefield with everybody claiming to have the answer. Just accept birth is science, just stay out of hospital, just do what the doctor tells you, just remember it isn't supposed to be painful. Illusions of control. As the midwife in The Birth House says "ain't no exact way to have a baby... Like catchin' snowflakes, she's gone before I got it figured out"

I hope that if I ever stop being curious about birth I have the decency and self-awareness to stop participating.

It is ignorant and cruel to turn birth outcomes into some kind of moral and personal failing. To be frank, it's being used to sell you something. Membership to a club that, if you don't meet the criteria, wants you to see it as something being intrinsically wrong with you.

That's quite convenient, and those who espouse this phrase expect women to fade into the shadows if they don't fit the narrative. As a doula, I often end up being sought out by the women in the shadows.

If somebody chooses to abuse us while we are heavily pregnant or in the birth room, we are not weak for our body's freeze or fawn response. If we truly need help, if in another time we and/or our baby would have died, it is not because we just aren't radical enough. It is not your fault.

And it's just not true. I had the most ecstatic freebirth while tolerating the most awful abuse in my personal life. I was NOT birthing how I lived, in misery and despair, but the birth was a taste of bliss that plunged me even deeper into hell, and gradually, painfully, out again.

Brigid's Eve

They say on Brigid's eve

The reeds must be gathered from the water's edge

By a woman with a covered head.

They used to say about the great mother goddess

That the one who saw her unveiled

Would go mad with the power of it.

Ireland gave me-

Wild hair, pale skin, the rosary

And stomach issues.

My great grandmother

Walks the streets of Canton with a brown paper bag of raspberry leaves, a headscarf tied under her chin

And a baby in her womb, veiled from the world.

The art of concealment is old magic

As priestesses in the temple and old women well know.

My great grandfather was, as they say, a swine

But knew the names of every plant and tree in the forest

He sailed over the world and still said the most beautiful women were in Wales

Where their skin glowed with rainfall and misty mountains.

The women could not sail away to find out for themselves so they did what women do;

Became keepers of the hearth fires

Like their mothers before them

Like the ancient priestesses of Bride.

They say she was midwife at the birth of Christ

And that she wove the reed cross to make her father swap the old faith for the new

But what if she was saying-

This is how women keep the world turning, turning, turning, renewing, protecting, ever new.

For after all, the first cross

Is cloaked in the womb.

Birth as the journey of the soul - a doula’s perspective

I am not a midwife, cannot bring a woman back from the brink, cannot breathe life into a baby’s lungs, do not risk my own safety over a birth should things take a sorrowful turn. Although, once upon a time, I have been. And will be again. These days it seems an important distinction to make as even doulas don’t know what it is that we are. To me, a doula is a bridge, a shamanic role, the weaving of awareness of the medical with the spiritual. The freedom to speak where others are compelled to silence.

Doulas will not be around forever but in this time and space they are a vital part of the remembrance of women’s wisdom. Today we have doula and midwife, where once these roles were in sacred union. I pray to my midwife ancestors to inform my doulaing and perhaps my great grand-daughters will pray to me as they midwife again, asking for their doula grandmother to bring those unique qualities of trust, holding back and clear boundaries. I am excited to doula as a spirit.

The birth world is an interesting place to be, where you have everything from toxic positive hypnobirthing that bans talk of trauma to the freebirth gurus who refer to women as “birthing in captivity” if they do not stay home. I saw with interest one recent freebirth influencer’s birth and how it had been filmed with the awareness that hundreds of thousands of people would be watching at some point in the future. I wondered who would feel more in captivity, the woman birthing alone with the weight of her reputation on her, or the woman in a quiet hospital room with people she loved and trusted.

More than once I have spoken to a pregnant woman whose biggest anxiety is the pressure she puts on herself to have the perfect birth, for these invisible watching eyes.

One of the advantages of supporting home birthing families is I believe I have a special glimpse into when intervention is indeed medically necessary. When the preparation has been done, when the birth space could not be more relaxed, when the induction is declined. There are indeed abuses happening every minute to women giving birth in this country, births are sabotaged, and the unnecessary inductions and caesarean rates are a scandal. But I would be remiss in focusing only on this in my work, when I know that birth is really the journey of the soul.

All the education and activism in the world cannot change that.

Birth is the initiation of the baby into life on earth, and the initiation of the woman into motherhood. Initiations are powerful and personal, are moments when time becomes an illusion, where pain and pleasure meet, where we emerge courageous and reborn. A common motivation for a second pregnancy after a first disappointing birth is the desire to “reinitiate”, the sense that the process was somehow not completed.

This is a world of duality, and there are many high vibrational children choosing to incarnate for the experience of opposites. I have seen this with my own eyes. For these souls, it is my belief that a medicalised birth is a strong possibility because they are entering into this world with the desire to heal and to bridge. They came here to know and to understand, and to experience is to truly understand. Extreme ends of the spectrum have always been and will always be the highest forms of initiation.

“We’re all wounded healers, because we’re meant to be” as herbalist Stephen Buhner says. For babies, the way they choose to enter our dualistic world in the highest vibration of love can shatter our limited and often ideological perspective about how things “should be”. Who knows what gifts their birth will awaken in them?

When we cling to our beliefs we miss the magic. At my birth over thirty years ago a midwife attached a fetal scalp electrode to my head against the express consent of my mother, an utter violation as she screamed out for her to stop. The brutality caused me to pass meconium and swallow it and I had a tube shoved down my throat at birth. I was born choking. When a psychic medium told me I had left my previous life being choked as a witch the two stories seamlessly joined together. Choking was my last and first memory. How much of this life are we choosing? How much is a memory? How much are we truly responsible for?

Everything is a desire for healing. It is my wish that those working in the birth space know this, cast off their ideologies in favour of radical love and humility in the face of the mystery. The ancestors cannot be kept out of a hospital room. There are cages we create for ourselves even while planning an unassisted birth.

A Course in Miracles says; “the holiest place on earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love.'

And so it is.