Birthing Truth: A Collection Of Freebirth Stories

As I waited for my body to tell me I was pregnant, my senses became extremely heightened.  The smells and sights of Spring would bring me to my knees, and I would just sit and feel the warm wind on my skin and smile, in complete awe and contentment. I felt as though my body was a bridge for my new, not yet embodied, spark of life to experience life for the first time, and as a result, I, too, felt like I was experiencing everything for the first time. 

Once we were settled in bed, we had a cord burning ceremony, where I sang, “We all come from the Goddess, and to her we shall return, like a drop of rain, flowing to the ocean.”  Baby girl remained calm and observant throughout, and I felt magic and power in the air.

I feel the first twinges of labour in the early morning of Sunday the 15th of March. I know it could be a long time so I go about my day as normal; a trip to the markets in the morning and a walk on the beach with my two and a half year old son, Mowgli, in the afternoon.    In the evening, as I breastfeed Mowgli to sleep, the contractions get stronger and continue through the night.    Morning comes, I am home alone with Mowgli and very irritable (sorry Mo!). He must feel an energy shift as...

I told my husband to go to rest and sleep since he had barely slept a few minutes in the two days of my labour progressing. I told him how I wanted to be alone and needed all the lights turned off, the music off as well.  I didn’t want to be touched or talked to. I was entering into another dimension, transcendent and psychedelic. The most intense, primal, and wild moments of my whole labor occurred there. In complete alignment with my self. Deep surrender and trust not just in myself, but also my baby who I kept asking...