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  Written by Dianna Vagianos Armentrout. I have two friends who say that they each know two babies who died at home because of a midwife. I’m not sure who these babies are and what the reality is. Babies sometimes die, though we like to pretend that this never happens. They die in hospitals and they die at home, though thankfully most of our babies live and thrive. I chose to birth my babies at home and it still surprises me to watch people’s responses. Home birth makes many people...

The birth story of our sixth child begins with my Blessingway ceremony. Three weeks before my EDD, six friends and my sister came to my home to bless me on my journey to motherhood once again. I had never had a Blessingway before any of my previous births, but I knew this event would be an invaluable part of my birth preparation. It was a beautiful afternoon of singing songs, having my hair braided with flowers, a Tree of Life henna belly tattoo painted on my belly. I became the center of a...

  Travis and Harris were born on May 11, 2010, at home, at fourty-one weeks and three days. It had been a wonderful pregnancy, but it was seriously time for birth. I had been having mild contractions on and off during the last week, feeling my body right on the edge of birth and constantly wondering what was going on with my baby boys inside–surely they were feeling ready to be born! Any minute now.

  This is a beautiful, inspiring birth story from a friend of mine from Canada. Enjoy!  I had been off work since Thursday, April 16th just before my 37th week due to risk of reoccurrence of HELLP. Once we passed the week when the condition developed with Corbin, I felt like I could breathe a small sigh of relief, but we were still always a bit nervous that it could hit again.

    In October 2005, I met the first love of my life- my wonderful husband Jake. On August 19th 2010, my second love was born (plans for a natural, relaxed birth center birth were derailed by a pitocin induction at the hospital...I still birthed as naturally as I could while tethered to an IV lying in a bed but it was everything I didn’t want). Even though Jack’s entrance into the world didn’t unfold as I had hoped and planned, I learned a lot from the experience and it was a major...

  It hurts so much, so much more I thought anything could hurt. I am alone in my cabin, holding on to a bookshelf, telling myself not to scream, but just to experience it, to let myself fall into the waves of the pain. And then, as I stand there shaking, I see visions of women who all over the world are also giving birth at this moment. As I look at them, I realize what I am going through here is not a novelty. It is life, it’s a life moment as pure as I will ever be lucky enough to...

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