• Birth,  Homebirth,  life,  Pregnancy

    Northwest Woman's Bun in the Oven Overcooked

    November 14, 2037 SPOKANE, WA – An unusual story out of the Inland Northwest has surfaced this week after a 50-year-old woman was discovered pregnant during a visit to urgent care for a sprained ankle. While her age makes the pregnancy peculiar, the truly remarkable part of her gestation is its length. The woman, Krysann Sedberry, has been expecting for the last 20 years. In 2017, Sedberry and her husband were excited to find that they would welcome their fourth child in November of that year. November came and went, however, and as each month followed, the couple questioned whether or not they were pregnant at all. “By Christmas, we…

  • Birth,  Homebirth,  Love,  Motherhood

    Prize Fighter

    My hair was knotted, my abdomen still too weak to hold me upright, and I was bleeding as I stepped into the most comfortable and undignified part of the Postpartum Mother’s uniform – the adult diaper. He held out his hand to help me out of the bathtub with a gentle touch and I felt fragile. I felt like a brittling petal, my movements were careful and slow. I was studying the floor for places to put my feet when I heard him smile as he said, “You’re so beautiful.” I was wearing a diaper, y’all. I did the head-tilt, the scoff of incredulity, the “thanks, weirdo” smile, but he wouldn’t…

  • Birth,  Christian Living,  Homebirth,  Jesus Christ,  Kingdom,  Motherhood,  Pregnancy

    When Midwife Means Missionary

    Because every woman deserves to know how capable she is. That her creator has endowed her with the strength of lions and wind and oceans. That she has been chosen among humans to weave together Life in her womb and that the work it takes to separate herself from that life is heroic. Every woman. Here, there, everywhere. Every woman. Because fear has no place in the carved out space God intended for Life and someone needs to tell it to get out. Carrie, the woman who assisted in the births of my children, who has been a friend and mentor here in my early mothering is amazing in her…

  • Family,  Friends,  Home,  Homebirth

    When You Make a House a Home

    Eli was born there. It was small – small like the cabin my parents spent all their money and my childhood on. And small has always meant cozy in my world because of this country song about small houses and big love. There was a lot of love. And Eli was born into that squished-in beauty. He burst it out through the windows; you could probably have tasted it if you walked close enough. There was a lot of love. And a lot of arguments at the top of our lungs. And a lot of apologies near the kitchen sink. With dishes piled high and babies sleeping on the other side of a…

  • Baby Berry,  Family,  Homebirth,  Motherhood

    Preamble to an Explanation: Unmedicated Birth

    I plan on writing a post about why we’ve chosen the out-of-hospital birth route {and now even homebirth – woo, boy!} as a part of my Folk Tales series, but before I do I wanted to make this so clear: if you choose to “do birth” another way, I support you! I read the beginning of Redeeming Childbirth when I was carrying Eli and one thing she talks about early on is this great divide among women – specifically Christian women – about birth. You have the mainstream, epidural crowd on one side of the chasm and the radical, homebirth bunch on the other side. To me, it seems like…

  • Baby Berry,  Family,  Friends,  God,  Home,  Homebirth,  Jesus Christ,  Love,  Motherhood

    Eli's Birth Story

    Oh, how we do not know for what we ask! When I asked God to help me to labor well – to glorify Him and worship Him in the midst of suffering – I imagined the foggy storm of transition and pushing. I was seeking His help to get through the violence and terror. I didn’t realize I would need it so much in the calm mundane of this waiting period. I couldn’t have predicted being pregnant in mid-June because everyone thought the birth would be early like Raychel’s. When I had contractions on May 24 we thought, “this is it!” with good reason. The only contractions I felt with…