Your Birth Stories: Romy and Opal

I knew I wanted to catch my own baby this time around. I had pushed my first two babies into the hands of our midwife and my husband, and for my third baby, I reached down and pulled her up to me with the help of my midwife and mother.

This time I wanted to catch my baby all by myself. I had enough confidence and experience at this point, and it seemed like such an empowering act. My midwife helped with positioning suggestions so that I was poised to catch her, and my hands were the only ones that went down to feel her as her head emerged. There was a deep and satisfying synchronization of my body pushing and my hands gently pulling, and then there she was, our Opal, dark haired, tiny and beautiful.