The Birth Story of Jasper Finley Spruill

This is the birth story of Jasper Finley Spruill. While I was nursing my daughter London, my regular monthly cycle had not returned and as the months passed by, our dream of giving her a sibling around her 2nd birthday seemed unlikely. Around Christmas, we prayed for a baby but I resolved to stop stressing about becoming pregnant and to focus on my growing Beautycounter business for 2015. And just like that, on January 2nd, we found out we were expecting—it was a Happy New Year indeed! I had a really easy pregnancy once again just like I did with my daughter and it was not until the intense heat and humidity of late August in Texas that I started to feel uncomfortable. That is to be expected with 105+ feels like temperatures daily! Weekly chiropractic adjustments helped too.
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It was definitely different this time around being pregnant while caring for a 2 year old, but it was also very sweet. London Sophia was absolutely elated about becoming a big sister soon and while I couldn’t determine if she understood that an actual baby would be coming to live with us soon, she loved hugging and kissing “Baby Jasper” ie my pregnant belly—she insisted on hugging and kissing and holding my bare belly so that was a perfect mixture of adorable and irritating as my belly got bigger and bigger. I carried Jasper very low but was also all belly once again and that generated a lot of comments from strangers. My due date was determined to be August 26th. With my first pregnancy, I went 6 days late so I was prepared that Jasper would arrive sometime in late August, but at the same time, once I hit 38 weeks, I knew that he could arrive any day. I would wake up and think, “Am I in labor? Will I be having a baby today?!” I was in no hurry this time around; with London, I was anxious and eager to have her, but with Jasper, I knew that there would be an adjustment and some exhaustion and while I was excited, I was also not wanting to rush it and I wanted to savor all of that special time with London Sophia as my only baby. I grew very emotional that last week of pregnancy and twice had near panic attacks thinking that I could potentially leave London motherless. I felt desperate to get as much done as possible with business and our home, but finally exhaustion set in and I allowed myself to rest and nap and just enjoy the last few days of pregnancy.

Sunday morning I was running a bit late but I decided that London and I would make it to church anyways. I knew it would be our last chance for a while since I was 39.5 weeks pregnant. On the way out the door, Pastor Jeff prayed over London and me, specifically for a complication-free birth and another healthy baby. I felt a great sense of peace and we enjoyed a nice dinner as a family. Devin grilled a feast and I prepared blondies and brownies for dessert. He built the storage shelves/cabinet for the office that I had been waiting on and I worked hard at unpacking and organizing that room until 3 am. That’s when I decided I had better get some rest since I could go into labor any day.

SO… about an hour later, around 4 am, I woke up needing to go to the bathroom. I noticed some mucous which is a sign that labor is starting and within 15 min or so I was woken up by contractions, which felt like intense menstrual cramps. Devin rubbed my back in his sleep but I’m not sure that he realized it was actually happening at first. At 5:09 am, I texted our midwife, Kellie and gave her the heads up—she has nearly a 2 hour drive and if rush hour started, on the very first day of school nonetheless, she probably wouldn’t have made it in time. Within 5 min, she determined she would head our way. I hated to think that she may be arriving way too early, but better safe than sorry. While she was on the way, I had no interest in timing any contractions, but they were every few minutes or so. She told me that sitting on the toilet could intensify contractions so I decided that laying on my left side in bed would be the way to go. That was the one position I swore I would NOT be employing, but Kellie told me that it could slow things down so I decided that was it. Since my sweet, dear, volunteer doula friend Debs was busy getting her 4 school kids back to school and she could not make it, and Devin was preparing the bed and the warm blankets and tending to the supplies, I had to be my own doula. In truth, I was a bit fearful to be having another home birth—my main fears were that I would hurt in ways that I just did not remember from the first birth, or that some complication would send me to the hospital, which would be a worst case scenario. So as the contractions started, I would tell myself, silently, “I was made to do this. I’m not afraid. God is with me. He did not give me a spirit of fear. I was made to do this. I’m not afraid. God is with me. He did not give me a spirit of fear.” I did not take a birthing class, and I did not intend to do affirmations, but in my head, I was chanting that to myself, and it got me through each contraction. Devin did apply pressure to my lower back and that helped, and I held his hand through several contractions. I really felt proud of myself even as it happened for just taking them as they came and getting inside of myself to get through each wave.

Kellie arrived just after 7 am. She spent a few minutes bringing in and setting up her supplies. Once that was done, she got the Doppler and monitored Jasper’s heartbeat throughout back to back contractions. They were close together. I remember telling them that I drifted off into a dream between them—it couldn’t have been 30-60 seconds, but she said it was good, that my body was taking care of me and letting me rest between contractions. I had been waiting to go to the bathroom until she arrived, so now I finally could. In the meantime, Devin started running the bathwater, which still surprised me that I was so close, so fast. I was afraid to tear, but I knew the water would help that. After using the bathroom, I had what Kellie called “a spontaneous urge to push.” With home births, my midwife does not do a vaginal exam, so there is no “you’re __ centimeters” –did you know that this is subjective by the way and that there is no ruler involved? Instead, it’s more about listening to the body, the primal sounds, and the urge to push. At this point, it was likely about 7:45 am and I was helped into the bathtub. Contractions seemed to slow down, which is natural because the water is relaxing. As a contraction came on, I could not avoid pushing even though I was a bit afraid of the crowning, ie the ring of fire. I felt that familiar burn, and I knew I had to welcome the very brief intensity to achieve the blissful result, so I spoke to Jasper and I pushed. Devin got ready to catch his son, and I heard them mention his hair. Seconds later, his head was visible, and for a few brief moments, there was no contraction forcing me to push out his body. I had to actually tell myself, “Push!” and out he came, into his Daddy and Kellie’s hands. He did have his cord wrapped around his neck, so Kellie quickly fixed that and he was laid on my chest. It was 7:58 am, just less than 4 hours after I went into labor.

And then silence. For about a minute, that to be honest felt like a lifetime, Jasper did not cry. Kellie quickly suctioned him with a DeLee suction, which is just a teeny tube that removes fluid from his lungs. Finally, he cried, and we could all breathe, and then there were happy tears. There was a brief second where it was almost out of body, where time stood still, but I did trust that God was in control and that Kellie was competent and Jasper was safe. Moments after he cried, he was rooting for the breast and latching on, which also helps to regulate his temperature and respirations. Before too long I was helped to our bed, with Jasper still attached to the placenta. The cord was cut after he had gotten a good long nursing session in, and after that he was weighed and measured—7 lbs 7 oz and 20.25” long. Amazingly enough, even after our momentary scare, he had perfect Apgar scores even immediately after. We did have one more scary moment where I was producing a lot of clots for some reason, and my lips apparently got a bit white. Kellie used various techniques to resolve this, and we were able to manage without a shot of Pitocin that would have helped my uterus to contract more quickly. I pleaded for no shot and both Kellie and my body obliged. As a precaution, I drank a lot of replenishment fluids and my vitals were good again shortly thereafter. He was born at 7:58 am, just over 3 hours after labor started, and just minutes before his sister woke to find that she was a Big Sister! “Oh, he’s here!” she squealed!
Mommy & Jasper
First herbal bath
Proud Daddy
cutting cord

Devin and London and I are all just in love with sweet Jasper, as will his older brother Hunter be when he gets to meet him soon. He is a sweet, gentle baby thus far who is already a champion nurser and sweet sleeper. London is absolutely elated to be a big sister and she can barely keep her hands off of “Baby Jasper” as she calls him! We are blissfully enjoying life as a family of 5 and we both agree that we have never felt happier in our lives. I never dreamed of being a mom when I was young and single, but it is truly what I was designed to do and it’s the greatest joy I’ve ever known. There is a superhuman experience that goes along with natural birth, especially at home, that I wish every woman could experience. The only thing that comes close to the feeling for me is that when I jumped out of an airplane—when you face a fear that you don’t know if you can survive, the natural high is indescribable. That is what home birth is like for me—I’ve never felt so accomplished and whole and proud of myself, but also grateful for my God, my husband and our team of supporters.
Mommy London Jasper

Beyond Healthy Blondies ie Vegan Protein-Packed Cookie Bars!

I owe this recipe and blogpost to my girlfriend Korrin who shared the recipe with me a few months back. I’ve tweaked it just slightly but we literally make it once or twice a week! My husband and stepson request this more than anything else! And I must admit–they are absolutely mind-blowing! Nobody would ever guess that the secret ingredient in these Cookie Bars is Chick Peas…that’s right, legumes!

This recipe is dairy-free, gluten-free, vegan and refined sugar-free. It is sweetened with liquid stevia and maple syrup. I do use natural peanut butter or almond butter, but in the case of allergies, I suspect you could replace with sunbutter. I have not tried that yet.

This would be a fantastic way to sneak protein into your picky kiddo’s diet–they will be pleading for more!

Ingredients:
~1 can of organic garbanzo beans aka chick peas, strained and rinsed
~1/2 cup of natural peanut butter or almond butter (we like the grind-your-own one ingredient style from HEB or Whole Foods)
~1/8 cup of 100% Maple Syrup
~15 drops of Liquid Stevia–I prefer the Sweet Leaf Stevia Clear brand.
~2 tsp Vanilla
~1/2 teaspoon Sea Salt
~1/4 teaspoon Baking Soda
~1/4 teaspoon Baking Powder
~1/4 cup of Enjoy Life Allergy-free, Dairy-free Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips– they are $4.91 a bag at HEB but I keep them in the freezer and they last us a good while! Perfect for these bars or chocolate chip pancakes or over some Nada Moo Dairy Free Ice Cream!

Instructions:

~Preheat Oven to 350 degrees F.
~Combine all ingredients except chocolate chips in a food processor–I prefer my Kitchen Ninja!
~Blend well.
~Add half of the chocolate chips and pulse to combine.
~Spread the “batter” into a brownie pan spritzed with olive oil or coconut oil–I like to use my pre-divided brownie pan. This recipe makes 9 bars, or half of the pan, while doubling this recipe would fill up the pan with 18 brownie-sized bars!
~Bake for 30 minutes. Let cool for at least 15 minutes and serve with a cold glass of Almond Milk! Don’t forget to let them cool for 15 minutes or more so they retain their bar form as they get dunked into that almond milk!

Thank you so much Korrin for turning me on to this amazing treat! Enjoy!

Best Bang For Your Buck Burrito Bowls!

Pics do no justice!

Pics do no justice!

So it seems inevitable that when we are just due slightly overdue to head to the grocery store, my husband will ask, “What are you planning for dinner, babe?” At this point, I must admit that I will always suggest Rice & Beans although I’m secretly hoping my husband will politely decline! Despite the fact that brown rice and beans are extremely nutritious, healthy, inexpensive and are always in my pantry, to be honest, I do not enjoy them much at all–until today!

And full disclosure, as soon as I was able to start writing this entry, my 5 month old woke up to nurse, so I am truly multi-tasking as I type! This one will be short and sweet!

Ingredients:
2 cups dry pinto beans, which makes 4 cups cooked
1 cup dry brown rice, which makes about 2 cups cooked
1 can rotel diced tomatoes with cilantro and lime (or one large diced tomato + cilantro and lime juice!)
1 diced onion
3 cloves minced garlic (I used the jarred stuff!)
2 tbsp grapeseed oil
1/2 tbsp chili powder
1 tsp ground coriander
1 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp cinnamon
3 tsp sea salt
1 veggie boullion cube + 2 cups bowling water (or 2 cups veggie stock)
Tofutti Sour Cream (optional but delicious)
Shredded iceberg lettuce
Sliced Avocado

First, cover the dry pinto beans with 2 inches of water and simmer for about 75 minutes. Next, prepare the brown rice as instructed.

In a large and deep skillet, heat the grapeseed oil and the spices for about a minute. Add the diced onion and saute until softened, about 2 minutes. Add the garlic and continue to saute. After 5 minutes, add the pinto beans and rice, plus the 2 cups of veggie stock and the mostly strained can of tomatoes. Simmer on low-medium heat for about 10 minutes, stirring frequently to prevent sticking. I like to keep the consistency just slightly soupy, like a thick stew, as opposed to more dry.

Looks almost like vegetarian jambalaya!

Looks almost like vegetarian jambalaya!

This recipe should make 4 generous sized burrito bowls. Top with shredded lettuce, sour cream or Tofutti sour cream and sliced avocado.

My carnivore 11 year old stepson told me that this has instantly surpassed my baked “fried” chicken tenders–the only meat that I ever prepare–as his favorite and he requested it for his birthday! That is about the best compliment his sweet little heart can give!

This dish probably cost me no more than $5 for the entire meal and was packed full of protein and fiber! This meal is vegan and gluten-free, of course and has all of the flavor of your favorite Mexican food restaurant without the grease, fat or absolutely addictive and bottomless basket of tortilla chips!

Vegan Split Pea Soup ~ Hearty,Thrifty, Delish!

So I’m the type of person who can eat soup year round. It may be hotter than the surface of the sun in Houston during the summer, but thanks to the magic of air conditioning, we can always enjoy a nice bowl of soup! Best thing about this particular recipe is that it’s new mommy friendly–hearty, delicious, inexpensive and EASY to prepare in a crockpot! This soup is Dairy-Free/Vegan which is key for me as I am nursing my sweet bundle of joy and dairy is terribly upsetting for her little belly. It is also Gluten-Free, if you choose to eliminate the Barley.

As for instructions, the beautiful part is, all you must do is throw each of these things into the crockpot, with the Split Peas on the bottom! Cook for 4 hours on high or 8 hours on low and resist the urge to open the crockpot at all before the time is up! Doing so releases some of the heat and slows the cooking process.

This hearty soup is great year-round!

This hearty soup is great year-round!

~2 Cups of Organic Split Peas (I get these in the bulk section at HEB/Central Market)
~1/2 Cup of Dry Barley (eliminate for Gluten-Free Soup)
~1 Bag Organic Baby Carrots, diced (I love to pulse in my trusty Kitchen Ninja)
~1 Yellow Onion, diced (again just pulse in Kitchen Ninja or food processor or slice)
~2-3 Stalks Organic Celery, diced (you guessed it, in the Ninja!)
~5 Small or 3 Medium Potatoes, cut into cubes (I love Russet, but Sweet Potatoes would lower the Glycemic Index)
~Handful of Mini Portabella Mushrooms, sliced
~2 tsp of Minced Garlic (or 4 cloves, minced)
~2 TBSP of Better than Boullion Vegetarian Paste + 8 Cups of Water
(Alternatively, you can use 4 Cups Low Sodium Veggie Broth + 4 Cups of Water)
~2 tsp Salt
~1 tsp Cracked Black Pepper
~2 tsp Dried Basil
~2 Bay Leaves (place on top and remove before serving)
~1/4 Tsp Ground Cumin
~1/4 Tsp Ground Thyme
~Splash of Bragg’s Amino Acids

This soup makes excellent leftovers so it’s great for a busy week!

The Birth Story of London Sophia Spruill

The Birth Story of London Sophia Spruill
June 14, 2013 at 3:09 PM
8 pounds, 2 ounces ~ 20.25 inches
Those present: Mommy, Daddy, Certified Nurse Midwife, Kellie Moeller, Debs Walker, and Randi Laws

London's little feet!

London’s little feet!

Based on the date of my last menstrual period, I was due with my first baby on Saturday, June 8th, 2013. When my husband Devin and I originally discussed having a baby, I had assumed that I would simply be added to his company health insurance plan and have a traditional hospital birth. However, when we learned how very expensive it was to add a spouse to his high-deductible plan, we started to explore our options such as skipping the expensive medical insurance and opting for cash payment. I started calling hospitals and OB/GYN’s, trying often unsuccessfully to get a cost estimate, and because it was so tough to get answers over the phone, I finally started visiting hospitals and requesting the info in person. The problem is that there are so many variables and the bill would likely be much higher than anyone could estimate in advance. It was around this time that a friend suggested I look into seeing a midwife, and somehow Devin and I discovered a documentary called The Business of Being Born. Once we saw this film, we were convinced—the traditional hospital birth was not for us. I was in a Bible Study with several beautiful young mothers, a few who had shared their own personal birth stories, and I knew that if a physician advised me to have an “emergency C-section” to ensure the health of my baby, I could not go against this advice despite any plan for a natural birth. Based on what I had learned from that film, I knew that I wanted a birth that was in the best interest of me and our baby, and not what was most convenient for the doctor.

Changed our perspective completely

Changed our perspective completely

There were two specific concepts that stuck out to me from The Business of Being Born documentary: first, women giving birth in primal or rural settings do not give birth lying down in a bed, but rather they often do so squatting or on all fours and second, the cycle of medical interventions including induction and pain medications often lead to unplanned C-sections. Devin and I toured a birthing center and originally agreed to welcome our baby there, but after talking to a friend who had a successful home birth, we were introduced to Kellie Moeller, with Home Birth Experience and we decided to give birth in the privacy and comfort of our own home! We officially started seeing Kellie for our prenatal care, and we were blessed with a healthy and rather pleasant pregnancy. I give God all of the glory for this—we prayed for our baby and for a healthy, smooth and successful home birth in God’s perfect timing and that is exactly what we experienced! In fact, I felt our baby move for the first time at church on Christmas Eve—it felt like popcorn popping in my belly!

London's little feet!

London’s little feet!


London's sweet pretty profile!

In February, we finally got to have our second and final sonogram where we would hopefully learn the gender of our baby—I would have been excited either way, but since Devin already has a wonderful 10 year old son, I knew that he had his heart set on a baby girl. The sonographer took her time but we finally learned after about an hour that we were in fact expecting a girl! Devin’s reaction was to cancel our gym plans and immediately head to the store to pick out her first couple of outfits—we were so excited and we knew that she was London Sophia Spruill and we would be meeting her soon! I had a couple of dreams of a baby girl prior to learning the sex, so it turns out a mother’s instinct is as strong as they say!

It's a GIRL!!!!

Speaking of the gym, I continued to work out throughout the entire pregnancy. I wanted to be physically prepared for a natural homebirth. Working out minimized my aches and pains. I believe that God designed women to give birth and we do tend to live a rather natural lifestyle, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t have some fears about giving birth—would I tear?; would my labor progress?; would I be ugly to my husband as a result of the pain? I was more afraid of having something go wrong that would lead me to the hospital than I was of the actual labor pains, but they were on my mind as well. I focused on staying healthy—from healthy meals to working out and also on my own businesses—GRACE and Beautycounter and freelance writing, which helped to remain as patient as possible as we waited for London Sophia to arrive.

Working out til the end!

Celebrating our "Due Date" and 2 year anniversary together!

After a couple of weeks of Braxton Hicks contractions, on Thursday, June 13th, 2013, and 5 days after my official due date, I had an especially productive day. I cleaned out the refrigerator, prepared a bunch of meals, hung a dozen or so pictures in the office, ran a few errands and worked on the nursery—in retrospect, I was nesting. Prior to this week, I had tried all of the natural induction methods, from making love to spicy foods to tropical fruits to daily treadmill walks, evening primrose oil and red raspberry tea. My midwife kept telling us that if London wasn’t ready, this would prepare my cervix for labor but it wouldn’t make it start. I trusted that London would arrive when she was ready developmentally, but I secretly feared giving birth to a large baby! I just so happened to have our favorite dish that evening—Eggplant Parmesan and we went to bed soon thereafter. Around 3:45 am, I woke up to use the bathroom and I discovered that I was spotting—I knew at this point that we’d be meeting London soon! Within 15 minutes, I started feeling period-like cramps that made me squirm in bed, but I was able to sleep around them.

Thursday, June 12th

Thursday, June 12th

Around 7 am on Friday June 14th, I woke up to make Devin his Green Smoothie and see him off to work. A few times that morning I had to drop to the floor until a contraction passed. I added a contraction timing app on my phone and discovered that they were lasting 30-60 seconds and were about 5 minutes apart. By the time Devin made it from The Woodlands to Houston, I decided to ask him to turn around and head back as the contractions were seeming to be closer together and more intense. I couldn’t focus on TV or on talking to my mom on the phone or on anything else. Around 10:30 am, both Devin and our Doula friend from church, Debs, arrived just as my contractions were getting quite close and uncomfortable. Devin’s cologne was distracting me so he was kind enough to take off his work clothes and Debs kept me focused on breathing deeply in through my nose and out through my mouth from my diaphragm until Kellie the midwife arrived. When Kellie did arrive, it was probably around noon and she monitored the baby’s heart rate through several contractions. After deciding that London was doing well, Kellie left to visit a newborn baby nearby. I was so thankful that Debs was there because the labor was progressing quickly to me. Devin prepared our bed with plastic and an old sheet set—it looked perfect. Debs helped me to explore several positions, from laboring on my sides (which I did not like at all), to on a ball leaned up against her to laboring on the toilet to all fours on the bed using the ball to move London into the birthing canal.

I actually found the most relief laboring on the toilet and at some point, in the early afternoon, I felt and heard my water break. I still had no idea how much I was dilated, and just after this my friend Randi, who is in nursing school, arrived. She helped by offering me water as it’s important to stay hydrated. Sweet Devin made me some toast but I couldn’t get myself to eat it—I was hungry but just could not focus on food. I tried a Lara Bar but it smelled horrible to me while in labor. I sipped on Red Raspberry Tea as well which is supposed to speed up labor. At some point, probably around 2:00, Debs suggested that I move to our bathtub, where I planned to give birth. I had been in the tub earlier but it seemed to slow down my contractions so I had returned to the toilet. Someone had called Kellie, the midwife, who decided to return after hearing my primal laboring sounds. While in the tub for the second time, I did feel a great deal of pressure and felt the urge to push, but I was afraid of tearing if I pushed too early. I remember at one point getting irritated that our midwife hadn’t made it back yet, because I suspected that she may miss the birth. I think I held back until she made it.

We were about to receive the best gift imaginable!

We were about to receive the best gift imaginable!

When Kellie arrived, she put on gloves to examine how far along I was and to see if the baby was crowning—she was within minutes and I discovered why they call this the “ring of fire”—the sensation did burn and I remember saying, “Come on London—help your Mommy!” Overall, the burning part was brief. I remember asking the midwife, “How long can this pushing part last?” and she responded with an amused look as if she didn’t have a crystal ball, but she said “Up to an hour”… I was crushed! It felt like she was so close—sure enough, soon thereafter, someone held a mirror revealing our daughter’s hair, and that is when I felt very confident in pushing. I looked at Devin and told him I love him—I was so afraid that I would be mean in labor but I was overcome with love for him at that point. Kellie invited Devin into the bathroom to “catch” London, and she guided him on how to do so. Once her head was in his hands, I remember telling London to “swim out!” It seemed like seconds later at 3:09 pm, Devin was lifting our baby out of the water and placing her on my chest. We both had tears in our eyes and were overcome with love—we did it!
The pain was instantly gone. I was in a state of shock—I was now a mommy and I was holding our baby. She was perfect…blue at first, then instantly crying and I just remember thanking God that she was seemingly healthy and perfect. God had answered all of our prayers for a home water birth of a healthy baby girl. How could we be so blessed? Devin and I both teared up and Debs kept telling me how I had done so well. I felt like Superwoman, full of adrenaline, but honestly, at no point did I feel like I couldn’t handle the pain or that I would prefer to be in the hospital with medication. Instinctively, just as the books suggest, London was searching for my breast, and was breastfeeding while we were still in the tub. Shortly thereafter, we were helped to our bed, wrapped in warm towels and blankets and still with the umbilical cord intact. London stayed on my chest, skin to skin, for at least a couple of hours, as she and I both ate. I felt like I had never eaten or drank in my life—I inhaled whatever they put in front of me! Finally, after a few hours, Devin and Kellie took London to the scale to discover that she was 8 pounds and 2 ounces—she looked SO tiny! I could not believe that I had delivered an 8 pound baby in our bathtub—and it really was tolerable! London and I took an herbal bath to promote healing, and it was amazing to see her become still and alert in the water—like she was back at home after 10 months of floating in my belly. Soon we were back in bed and she was eating once again.

Welcome, sweet baby girl!

Mommy Daughter Herbal Healing Bath

Devin and I could not be any more grateful and elated about our decision to have a home birth. One of my first thoughts after London was born was that I could do this again! I’ve heard that God allows us to forget the pain of childbirth, but it really was such a brief moment that the pain was most intense—it just would not have been worth it for me to have had an epidural for that brief moment, especially when an epidural could have led to further interventions or adverse effects. I am extremely thankful for my husband and I think that we have a renewed sense of intimacy and respect for each other after this amazing experience. It made me happy to hear him call me his hero—I really have never felt so accomplished or worthy of respect. We plan on making the most of every single day with our growing family.

8 pounds 2 ounces--she looked so tiny to us!

We did it!

First Family Photo!

First Family Photo!

***I must add this, if you have been thinking about a home birth, or not, Devin and I really encourage you to explore the option! It was amazing–every single part of the process: from never waiting in a doctor’s office for a prenatal visit, to welcoming our baby in the comfort and privacy of our own home, to the freedom to eat and drink as I wished throughout labor, to the 24/7 support that I always had from our midwife, to the clinical ability of our midwife in the event that anything had not gone as planned, to the never having to drive to a hospital or sit in a waiting room or have a medical intervention pushed that I had been wanting to avoid. London and I, at the urging of our midwife, spent the first week or more in bed, only getting up to use the restroom, and thanks to my husband, this was made possible. That allowed me to heal beautifully and bond with our daughter as we both learned breastfeeding–we are still learning! I encourage you to trust your body, trust the One who created you as He designed you to bring babies into this world long before the invention of the epidural or Pitocin. Prior to our insurance issues, we hadn’t been educated on home birth but throughout the world, this is the standard method of birthing babies. It is gentle and dignified and I’ve never felt stronger and more capable in my life.