Soon after the midsummer peaked,
A wonderful human being came out from and through me into this World. The third child I have given birth, a beautiful girl...
Her
life story is not as long and intrigued as her siblings' adventures,
but she brought me even more awareness about the incredible connections
in the Universe and how we create the Reality from scratch every moment,
adding to the big picture and blending each other's destinies.
Same as her sister, she was to be welcome to our family home, in a cozy environment and a natural aproach. Thou this time home was not in the handmade hut in the deep wild forest, with me standing with my feet on the ground while the father had his daughter arriving directly in his hands, it happened in a lovely, peacefull and simple way, in water, among family vibes and hearing from outside the music of the ocean meeting the land...
It begins last summer, while we were living quite shanti life in a forest in
Scandinavia, at first was supposed to be for a few days, but the
situation turned out more complicated and we needed actually a few
months...While living in that
beautiful forest, after not having my period for 20 months ( it is
normal if breastfeeding whenever the child desires to have lower levels
of estrogen, though ovulation can happen anyway ), I had my first
menstruation and calculating, it was 2 weeks after that I got pregnant.
We did not planed neither one nor the other baby we have together, and
we did not considered contraception either, for we like to allow the
life to happen to us more than using our ego-will to determine ambitions
or fulfill expectations...
Sharing
to the father of my daughters the discovery of our new child growing in
my tummy, we decided than to stay in the land of the aurora borealis
for the winter and wait for her arrival. We found a wonderful island
with peaceful vibes and impressive nature and there we got to live in a
standard house, but with the forest around and the ocean at some 100 m.
The
funny detail was that in the bathroom there was this huge jacuzzi
bathtub that we immediately considered the medium to welcome our baby to
this world in a smooth way. We never used the jacuzzi during this time,
for it is so big that would take the whole water tank to fill in and a
big amount of electricity to get the bubbles, so it seemed like a waste
of energy. But it was great to give birth in.
I had a normal
pregnancy, some nausea in the first months, a flu sometime in december
and healthy cravings... I have been eating organic food, mostly vegan ( I
consume honey sometimes, bee friendly if possible and I indulged myself
into testing some cake that had egg or butter in it, while visiting
friends or family...)
I
did not gain weight beyond the 5-6 kilos the pregnancy was, but the
girl was about 3800 g and 53 cm long, so she got the best of my diet
and thrived on the real nutrients of the ecological products and in the
absence of crazy chemical additives or processed foods.. While in spring
and summer, we had a whole lot of wild plants from all around the
house. Since it is in the countryside, the
Taraxacum officinale are trully clean and powerful, so are the goutweed (
Aegopodium podagraria ) or the birch and salix buds... After birth I had
Achillea millefolium
and Alchemilla vulgaris tea from outside the window for the uterus
recovery and we burried the placenta on the rich ground that gave us so
lovely greens to become its nutrient.
We have also
been eating an entire watermelon every day... shared in 4 equal pieces,
for the kids love it! It is one of the few alqualine fruits, it tastes
so nice, the sugar inside comes in the best form with the fibras and
overall it cleans the body and keeps it hydrated :) The bananas, apples,
pears, oranges we buy in the store are always organic so we make sure
we get all the nutrients that fruit is supposed to deliver and dare to
eat it with the skin, we all heard it's the most vitamins in the skin of
the fruits, but if they are waxed or sprayed with pesticides, I would
rather peal it off...
Giving birth to my third child
was easyer and faster than my other deliveries. My son was born 10 years
ago in the hospital and it was when I decided I will not give birth to
another child in those circumstances only if I would have complications
that would require medical intervention. It was intrusive, abusive and
standard procedures all the way and as much happiness, magic and extasis
I have felt for my first delivery, I remained traumatized by the doctor
breaking my water and the insisting nurses to push on me sedative drugs
which I had to deny several times to make myself clear. I was lucky the
doctors were at a meeting and did not assisted me, so I have not been
subjected to any more of their technical manouvres nor messing with my
uterus postbirth as they generally do...
So I woke up
at 6 and felt soft, but repetitive contractions, waited for a while and
concluded there was a sequence of every 4 minutes. So me and my
boyfriend went to the bathroom and started preparing. My daughter woke
up meanwhile and she got the chance to watch cartoons very early in the
morning (The Point, 1971). I broom the hall, the stairs and the bathroom
while my boyfriend washed the bathtub. We burned incense and lighted a
few candles. We wanted the welcoming in this world for the baby to be
same smooth as her sister's most natural arrival, so no shocking
electric lights nor intrusive approach were to be used. I walked outside
on the wet morning grass, contemplated for a little while the rich life
around me and prayed for strength from the Holly Mother of all nature.
The contractions got stronger and I went in the bathtub. My 2 and a half
years old daughter came down to the bathroom to visit me and wanted
badly to join me in the bathtub, but had to give up to the promisse of a
shower sometime later, for we did not knew how much warm water we would
have needed. My son slept all along in his room at the upper floor. My
daughter witnessed the entire event commenting ¨beibi comer ut¨...<3 It took about 3 hours, from which 1 hour of really strong contractions instead of 12 hours of labor as my previous births lasted, so I for sure recommend birthing in water.
So
the contractions got very intense, but the warm water gave me an
overall state of comfort and than suddenly my water broke. A few minutes
later I felt the baby head finding its way out. One contraction with
one push and she popped out her figure. I came up from the water to
allow her lungs to receive air and in the second contraction with one
more push came the rest of her body, spinning in a spiral out to my
hands. She was perfect, beautiful and expressive, stretching her body in
the big space with her eyes closed, peaceful in her uncertainty of
where she was or what just happened and slowly adapting to the world
outside the womb. She was offered breastmilk immediately after and she
directly started to drink while I was waiting in the water for the
placenta to come out. We kept her attached of the placenta for a couple of days and when the cord was dry and not pulsating anymore we separated
her and waited for the cord to detach by itself.
Some
ask me if it hurt. Of course if fuckin' hurt. It's like having 20 bones
breaking in the same time, so they say...(me never broke any bone thou)
But
that is only one side of the incredible experience of bringing a child
to this world. The feeling while is inside of the tummy, growing and
kicking everyday and than to see the baby outside and meet face to
face... it's like her body materializes just than... and the pain is to
be forgotten, such magic does the oxitocine hormone that we willingly
get pregnant again and don't remain traumatised by the process of
delivery... and the emotion of the connection of the breastfeeding...
with the little being moving like a helpless bug, warm and breathing
life touching from outside my body... Than, with time, children become
grown-ups, and the memory of the mother's womb fades away. But this is
how we come into this world, this is the way the life perpetuates,
immortality of the human DNA is reassured and the beauty of social
interaction is taken to the love connection level...
There
is many ways of creating, we are creative individuals by nature and we
do not necessarily need to mate in order to leave something behind us.
There is not even need to prove our existence or make sure we are
remembered, that is what I feel, I found no egoistic reason for me to
make children, as much as I inquired myself in the subject... I don't
even think I am making the world a better place by bringing in more
humans, for in order to have a change in the mentality of the specie, it
is the way of raising the youth that matters, not who or how many were
made... If a child is inspired to be conscious and grow into awareness
with his years passing, than we can have a more harmonious life here on
this planet, but that can be done with the ones already here, I don't
believe in genetic determination, but I am aware that we can somehow choose
what genes we activate depending on the level of self awareness and also
the environment/circumstances in which we develop ourselves.
I
know art is creation and all human expression, all culture is what we
bring in and leave here, as building blocks of the Reality. All that is
birth from us, in any way, is participation, contribution, connection
with all there can be manifested, for we access the great source of
intelligence when consciously behaving in a creative way. I, myself,
enjoy many ways of expression. That I became a mother had nothing to do
with any personal desires, my babies came to me because that was how
things followed each other and lead to those events. All and each of the
happenings in my life connected such that these humans arrived here in
these times in certain places and in particular circumstances. I feel
deeply grateful for the experiences of my life till now and I call the
births of my 3 children the most delightful, intense and powerful things
that I have lived, my highest trips and greatest emotional processes.
I
am not an activist pro-life and do not think everyone should make
babies, I only share my experiences for whoever likes to understand this
kind of stories and my message, naked of subjective details and most
accurate I could put it... is about how everything in our lives connects
and every step is one in a succession of moments that led to other
moments, and to other steps and other directions and it generates the
process of life itself... where we are and what we do in a particular
situation is both a consequence and a trigger for another situation. I
allowed myself to be surprised, it is not an abandon as a passive
participant, for to be a participant is never passive, just by existing
in this Reality is contributing to It, I do not cowardly put it on the
master plan and I believe we are in power over ourselves, that is
actually what I am trying to say... even not using the strong will to
follow a path we choose and just intuitionaly walking in the direction
our legs are taking us... every move we make is influencing the outcome
of our journey, we can walk on the side of the road or look for
shortcuts in the wilderness, but everything matters and all is in
constant change. There is not a certain panorama on the way, and even
reaching the same destination like everybody else, with each step we
take we add one more detail in the background. Of course if me and my
boyfriend did not came here to north to fix our daughter's paperwork,
maybe the baby would not have existed... or if my son would not have
been blocked at my parents' place during summer, we would have not left
lovely Portugal and came to Scandinavia, maybe we would have just stayed
there for long time without having to worry for her registered status
and just waiting for the lawyer to fix it as was supposed to... and if I
would not have come to Spain I would not have met the father of my
girls... or if my son would not have went to visit his father I would not have
travelled together with my boyfriend to northern europe and got
pregnant with my first daughter on the way... and maybe if my family
would not have opposed to my relation with my son's father, we would not have
run away together and had him born... and all continues, and
all has a reason, and if the things would not have been this way, than
they would just have been another way... but definetly all connects and
nothing is as random as it seems. I am here, now, because of all that
happened to me and I am writing this blog thanks to what I have
understood from all that I lived.
There is no
separate, chaotic fragments of the Reality. It is no sense in each tango
step if there is not the perspective of it as the dance...
It is Wholeness All Existence.
Soon after the midsummer peaked, A wonderful human being came out from and through me into this World. The third child I have given birth, ...