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Full Moon Birthing

Mama and Papa were residents of another state until they came here, to Hawaii, to birth, contacting me by phone five months into their pregnancy. Their desire was an ocean birth. Baby had communicated with her parents that this was the birth she needed. Read more…. Full Moon Birthing

My Journey into Planned Homebirth in Venezuela

A Venezuelan doctor dedicates himself to attending homebirths in his country despite the obstacles thrown at him by government officials, other doctors and others who refuse to see past the accepted, technocratic model of birth. Read more…. My Journey into Planned Homebirth in Venezuela

The Life and Work of a Rope Midwife in Darfur

This is a fictional composite account of the life and work of an imaginary traditional midwife in a Darfur village. It is based on multiple sources of information, including direct experience, observation, personal interviews and the research of others. Read more…. The Life and Work of a Rope Midwife in Darfur

Protocols vs. Guidelines

The term “protocols” is confusing sometimes because it is used differently from location to location, state to state. In general, protocols have to be very carefully written, or midwives damage themselves legally. Read more…. Protocols vs. Guidelines

Fetal Demise: Helping a Mother Cope with Her Pain

When I arrived, I immediately scanned the quiet tummy. Lydia watched the screen with a worried expression. I could find no cardiac movement. Finally I put away the probe and moaned, “Lydia, I am so sorry, the baby is gone.” Read more…. Fetal Demise: Helping a Mother Cope with Her Pain

Demeurer humble: Une naissance par les pieds

Le téléphone sonne à 4h du matin. C’est Scott, le partenaire de Teresa. «Les eaux se sont rompues, les contractions ont débuté et nos doulas sont en route.» Je le félicite, lui pose quelques questions et lui affirme que bien que l’accouchement soit en avance de trois semaines, tout est sous contrôle. Je lui demande de me rappeler lorsqu’ils sentiront qu’ils ont besoin de moi. Je me retourne et tâtonne pour enlacer mon mari, mais je réalise soudainement qu’il est absent. Il est parti dans les contrées sauvages de la Caroline du Nord pour préparer notre nouvelle maison. Je dois demeurer ici pour accueillir encore quelques bébés qui doivent naître, pour ensuite aller le retrouver. Read more…. Demeurer humble: Une naissance par les pieds