I
am standing on my feet (or squatting in front of a birth stool... who
knew I could be so flexible), and I am using my voice! Look out
world....
And from one of my very good friends... this little bit of encouragement showed up on FB: after the post about the mama giving up her baby....
Im
not sure what to say, so lemme say this. I believe in God. I believe in
The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit. I believe in Fate, I believe
in Destiny and I Do believe in Love.
I believe that you meet people for a reason and that all those reasons have to do with destiny, fate, love and God. I do not ponder the How, but rather the Why.
With that being said let me introduce to you Margie Kline. She is an amazing woman and I'm proud to call her a friend. She has been in the Philippines for 25 days now catching babies so she can fulfill her dream of becoming a mid-wife. (How Eff'n cool is that?) It hasn't come without pain and sacrifice tho. But I dont think making your dream come true is supposed to be easy.
There are few people who I have crossed paths with in my lifetime whome I truly admire. Margie Kline is one of them. I could list all the reasons why. But rather then that, I am going to share with you her post for the day. You read it and you will know why she's an amazing woman. Feel free to add her as a friend too...I'm sure she wont mind!! Lmao.
And too Margie; YOU GO GIRL. Making that dream a reality....All I got is ♥ and admiration for You Baby.
I believe that you meet people for a reason and that all those reasons have to do with destiny, fate, love and God. I do not ponder the How, but rather the Why.
With that being said let me introduce to you Margie Kline. She is an amazing woman and I'm proud to call her a friend. She has been in the Philippines for 25 days now catching babies so she can fulfill her dream of becoming a mid-wife. (How Eff'n cool is that?) It hasn't come without pain and sacrifice tho. But I dont think making your dream come true is supposed to be easy.
There are few people who I have crossed paths with in my lifetime whome I truly admire. Margie Kline is one of them. I could list all the reasons why. But rather then that, I am going to share with you her post for the day. You read it and you will know why she's an amazing woman. Feel free to add her as a friend too...I'm sure she wont mind!! Lmao.
And too Margie; YOU GO GIRL. Making that dream a reality....All I got is ♥ and admiration for You Baby.
Fingerprints All Over My Heart
Day 25 part II
Snapshots:
A labor that keeps stalling... I think this mama is trying to hold on to her little one as long as possible.
Me having moments where I randomly need to cry... telling myself things in the moment that are so ironic like "Because of who your mother was, you can do this!" and in the next moment 'Despite who your mother was you can do this!" And then I have the identical conversation with myself about my grandmother, and my great grandmother. I am surprised at the depth of bewilderment and anger that I feel and finally it comes "Because of who YOU are you can do this!" And the inevitable "Despite who you ARE, you CAN do this!" Ah...all my past selves have met my present ever changing self and after the initial confrontation... there is peace... and a different kind of knowing confidence!
Lots of heart wrenching crying, and the saddest eyes I have ever seen. Mama looking into my eyes with the deepest kind of pain... the kind that has nothing to do with labor~ I look back at her as deep into her soul as she will let me and say "It's ok my love, we are here, you can do this..."
Right before birth... baby's heart tones dropping, we are all gripped by dire possibilities, someone slips out to grab an ambu bag, someone glances at the oxygen to ensure all is in readiness, the midwife clears away some of the meconium from the top of the baby's crowning head. I murmur softly to mother and baby that we are here, we are ready and that it is finally time.
Birth..... somersault baby through the cord wrapped around her neck, quick untangle as I lift baby onto mama's tummy, hands come from somewhere/everywhere to wipe away the meconium, the blood, the amniotic fluid... OH! two of the hands are my own I realize with a mild spark of surprise.. I feel my feet on the ground... I feel my sits bones on my stool, I feel myself come back into my body and I allow my body, my mind, my spirit, my heart and my intuition to begin working together again as a whole....
Later....the baby looks into my eyes and there was so much sweet innocence and trust there my heart melted... one little hand curls tightly around my finger!
Later again, the mother is eating and the baby is handed to me, and she snuggles down against me so cuddly and warm and after gazing into my eyes for a while as if in recognition and begins rooting around (good luck there sweetheart... this milk factory is shut down). I speak softly to her, I sing to her, I move the blanket aside to let her hear my heart and feel my warmth through my shirt. I tell her how very glad that I got to be here in the Philippines at the right time so I could meet her and that I love her and always will! She finally gives a little sigh and falls asleep against me. Such pure sweetness!!! What amazing gifts the universe brings in the hardest of times...
Now mama and baby are tucked together in bed for what may be their only night together and I am standing sentinel. I can give them this... a little time of safety and love that is just for the two of them. I have the love of a mother for them both and the heart of a lioness as I stand my postpartum watch! What a day..... license or no license... I AM a midwife this day.
Day 25 part II
Snapshots:
A labor that keeps stalling... I think this mama is trying to hold on to her little one as long as possible.
Me having moments where I randomly need to cry... telling myself things in the moment that are so ironic like "Because of who your mother was, you can do this!" and in the next moment 'Despite who your mother was you can do this!" And then I have the identical conversation with myself about my grandmother, and my great grandmother. I am surprised at the depth of bewilderment and anger that I feel and finally it comes "Because of who YOU are you can do this!" And the inevitable "Despite who you ARE, you CAN do this!" Ah...all my past selves have met my present ever changing self and after the initial confrontation... there is peace... and a different kind of knowing confidence!
Lots of heart wrenching crying, and the saddest eyes I have ever seen. Mama looking into my eyes with the deepest kind of pain... the kind that has nothing to do with labor~ I look back at her as deep into her soul as she will let me and say "It's ok my love, we are here, you can do this..."
Right before birth... baby's heart tones dropping, we are all gripped by dire possibilities, someone slips out to grab an ambu bag, someone glances at the oxygen to ensure all is in readiness, the midwife clears away some of the meconium from the top of the baby's crowning head. I murmur softly to mother and baby that we are here, we are ready and that it is finally time.
Birth..... somersault baby through the cord wrapped around her neck, quick untangle as I lift baby onto mama's tummy, hands come from somewhere/everywhere to wipe away the meconium, the blood, the amniotic fluid... OH! two of the hands are my own I realize with a mild spark of surprise.. I feel my feet on the ground... I feel my sits bones on my stool, I feel myself come back into my body and I allow my body, my mind, my spirit, my heart and my intuition to begin working together again as a whole....
Later....the baby looks into my eyes and there was so much sweet innocence and trust there my heart melted... one little hand curls tightly around my finger!
Later again, the mother is eating and the baby is handed to me, and she snuggles down against me so cuddly and warm and after gazing into my eyes for a while as if in recognition and begins rooting around (good luck there sweetheart... this milk factory is shut down). I speak softly to her, I sing to her, I move the blanket aside to let her hear my heart and feel my warmth through my shirt. I tell her how very glad that I got to be here in the Philippines at the right time so I could meet her and that I love her and always will! She finally gives a little sigh and falls asleep against me. Such pure sweetness!!! What amazing gifts the universe brings in the hardest of times...
Now mama and baby are tucked together in bed for what may be their only night together and I am standing sentinel. I can give them this... a little time of safety and love that is just for the two of them. I have the love of a mother for them both and the heart of a lioness as I stand my postpartum watch! What a day..... license or no license... I AM a midwife this day.
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