This is the story of mama Robin’s birth journey from home to hospital.
When I first spoke with Mama Robin over the phone, I was immediately drawn to her warmth and the deep love she had for the family she was building. As a Doula and bodyworker, I often form strong connections with the families I support, but Robin was special from the start.
Early on, I helped her find an incredible midwife, Amy, who lived just a few miles away—an amazing stroke of serendipity. Together, we embarked on a journey through prenatal visits, navigating questions, and diving deep into holistic health education. It was a time of growth and learning for all of us during her pregnancy, preparing for the arrival of her baby.
When Robin’s estimated due date arrived, she remained calm and confident, trusting that her baby was healthy and would come when ready—even if a few days past the due date. This inner peace carried her through the early stages of labor.
The night her labor began, I joined her and her family, eager to support them through this powerful experience. As is common in labor, the process started slowly. Our main goal during these initial hours was to keep Robin relaxed, energized, and feeling safe. Over the months, we had worked together not just physically but mentally and emotionally, unraveling fears, answering her questions, and preparing her for birth.
Robin had taken such great care of herself. Through craniosacral therapy and integrative bodywork, I had the honor of supporting her physically and emotionally throughout her pregnancy.
On the first night of her labor, as we prepared for midwife Amy’s arrival, she texted asking if she could bring along a dear friend and fellow bodyworker. Initially, I felt a bit protective—I had been providing bodywork for Robin for months and wondered if there was a misunderstanding. But I quickly reminded myself that this journey wasn’t about me. The more support we could bring into the birth space, the better.
It turned out that Amy’s friend was someone I deeply respected—a gifted bodyworker who had supported my own family during the pandemic. I felt an immense sense of gratitude to share the birth space with her and witness her work her magic on Robin during labor.
As labor progressed, things didn’t move quite as swiftly as we had hoped. By the evening of the second day, Amy gently suggested we transfer her birth from home to hospital so Robin could rest with the help of an epidural before pushing. When birth transfers from home to hospital, it is always a delicate matter, and I was mindful of the potential for unexpected surgical interventions. However, the focus remained on Robin’s well-being and the safe delivery of her baby.
We arrived at the hospital, and by the morning of the third day, Robin was ready to push. To our surprise and joy, she birthed a beautiful 9-pound baby girl with jet-black hair and rosy cheeks. Robin’s strength and resilience throughout the entire process were awe-inspiring. I hope that her birth from home to hospital, gave a sense of empowerment and magnificence. There are days harder to navigate; mostly because they present themselves as new challenges, not hard ones.
Every birth reminds me of the profound wisdom of women’s bodies. No matter how many births I’ve attended from home to hospital, each one leaves me humbled and in awe. It’s a cathartic, transformative experience that reawakens something deep within me every time. Birth is, and will always be, a sacred reminder of the magic of life.
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