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Ode to a Home Birth

 

(This poem reflects the homebirth my second child)

 

Ode to a Home Birth

 

By Patricia Blomme

 

 

The labor had three false starts,

My midwife assured me that it did not matter.

My body was just gearing up for the final chapter.

I was getting very tired of this belly in front of me,

And was anxious for the birth to start so baby I could see.

Remembering the words of my physician, who walked in 15 minutes after I pushed out my first,

"That's the way to do it you should have had a home birth!"

So now for this birth I am all prepared,

And shake my head from side to side when asked if I am scared.

"Scared of what?" I say, my eyebrows risen high.

These people who know not nature's truth can't look me in the eye.

I have all that I need, my midwife and my mate,

Even my doula who at 5 o'clock I wake.

Things are really moving now,

The time between contractions is getting shorter.

Calling the midwife now is in proper order.

I am getting all excited now the baby's time has come.

I'm reminded that moaning low will help the cervix come undone.

There is no need for monitors, or electronics of the like.

My midwife uses her eyes and ears, and stays by my side all night.

The bed in which my child is born, is the same one of his conception.

If I were in the hospital, my bed would come apart in sections.

I don't need all the things that hospitals would require,

Especially all the medical things like policies and procedures that I do not desire.

Society would question me and quote great concern for my babe.

I turn to them and say this is exactly why the decision I have made.

In my own surroundings, I feel so secure,

Birthing my babe at home is the best for him I'm sure.

I don't have to race anywhere, for that I am grateful.

But because of my home birth beliefs, I've met with people very hateful!

My child is born quite perfectly, exiting my body like a missile.

He is welcomed with gentle sounds, no bells, no whistles.

Everyone assists to help tidy up the birthing clutter,

Making the room just as it was before all became a flutter.

We snuggle down that November morn, a feeling that was quite grand.

Not having to go anywhere, at policy command.

My husband states that he had home birth reservations,

But, now that we have birthed at home, he has joyful palpitations.

So now our little family has had the best of birthing care,

We hope to share our point of view with families everywhere.

 

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