It’s raining baby girls...and a boy!

Six little girls and one little boy in ten days...

It was girl’s night at St. Paul’s. I was one of eight women waiting for a baby girl. There was magic, laughter, acceptance, hugs, and love, and a “face-off with a skunk” thrown in for a bit of drama. My daughter was there, too, to witness this birth, to add a greater measure of awe to the night. I made her hips shake...”I want to rock!” “I want to push!”  and then, so quickly, “Hi, Sugar! You smell like graham crackers! You’re beautiful!” This was a birth of simplicity and joy. It was such a gift to be a witness on this night.

Then, there was another girls night, but this was a challenging lesson of acceptance and love for an unborn baby. When the water breaks before its time, and the baby is stressed in labour, decisions need to be made, plans need reviewing - and a tiny girl needs to be born. Deep love is borne out of adversity. Friends come out of the woodwork, and reaffirm that people can be good. So good.

The third birth started the next day - with a cough. You know, coughs really help open that cervix! There were tissues placed strategically around the house. She roamed through the rooms, climbed stairs, danced, showered, told stories of ducks and friendship. We listened to the renovations going on in the basement. To the people downstairs, it was just a normal day. That baby boy came as soon as the workers left at 5pm, in a whirlwind finish!

The next birth was a lesson. I tell my clients that birth is not a linear process. The numbers mean nothing. You can get stuck at 9 cm for 7 hours, or you can go from 1-10 cm in an hour. What we need to watch is the rhythm, the momentum of the labour. If I’ve been with a client all day, I can feel progress happening. So, I could feel it was getting strong. We drove to the hospital. “You’re only 1.5cm dilated. I'm sorry. You’ll need to go home for a while.” It didn’t make any sense to me - I could feel that the baby was coming...soon! I could almost feel the buttery quality of the cervix, see it melting. The woman also knew her baby was coming. “We’re out of here,” says dad. "Who can we trust?"  We only spent 10 crazy minutes back at her house before going back to the hospital. We all panted together in the car. I could “hear” the baby slide deeper and deeper. Then fifteen minutes after returning to the hospital - “It's a girl!!!” The nurse that asked them to leave earlier, apologizes...

Okay! So, what did we learn here? Trust when a woman says her baby is coming. It's coming!