As I step into your birthing space, I slip out of my shoes and quietly and humbly approach you. Your midwife sits on the couch to the left, her feet folded beneath her. Your photographer kneels on the floor at the foot of the couch, and your sister is cross legged on the hearth. Every knee is bowed and bent in reverence to the sacred work before us.
At first you dance to the rhythms of of your body - swaying and undulating your hips - while we silently hold
vigil. Soon, though, you move to all fours upon the ground as even you, the conduit of this powerful work, are brought to your knees in awe and deference of your bodies power and work.
This is what we do. Every birth worker, whether she be hand maid, photographer, doula, midwife, or mother herself, should approach the sanctity of the power of birth on your knees; in humble reverence of the miracle of birth.
Go to her blog to read a beautiful recounting of her VBAC birth story