This birth story is a thank you letter, and a wish list. It’s about my start as a new mother. I hesitated to share it, for it is about a most intimate kind of grief. But if there is only one mom out there, who finds some comfort in it, it was worth it.
Dear future moms, I’m sad to say this is not a very pretty tale. I have not the slightest wish to scare you. But looking back, there were things I wish I had known. That as a birthing mother, I had fundamental rights. The right to give my informed consent or to refuse possible interventions on the basis of information given. To take some time, to consider alternatives, to have dialogue.
I think there is much to be gained from discussing a mother’s rights in childbirth, both for parents and professionals. We’re in this together.
Whatever the choices you make, whatever kind of birth you may wish for yourself, however you end up having your baby/ies, I wish your birth to be nothing but yours. May you -not just feel- but know you are safe, supported and cherished. May it be of the OMG-look-what-I-am-capable-of-kind. May it be a timeless moment, that takes nothing away from you, but your breath.