She arrived at the Birthday place in Paradise, Ca and was checked in by about 3:00am. By the time the nurse 'checked' her, she was dilated 5cm (about 3:30am).
By that time, the contractions were coming on hard, strong, and fast. She labored on her knees, throwing up between contractions. She couldn't speak, the pain was too much. All she could manage was to moan and cry.
She couldn't seem to get a handle on the pain.
The mind and body must forget how excruciatingly painful the birthing process is as a survival mechanism, or women would never go through with a second pregnancy.
The midwife said, "make your sounds low". And that was the trigger she needed to allow herself to 'go primal'.
Her body was failing her. She had to use the mind to escape the pain. Using the breath to control the contractions shooting out her back and down the legs was as pointless as trying to fend off a bear attack with a toothpick.
She was unaware of time and space and that just over an hour had already passed. In her mind, she was miles away, in a field all alone; just her and the sound of her own wailing. She could feel the grass under her feet as she squatted low to the earth. She felt the cool breeze touch her cheek, and whisper through her hair.
A sound came in on the wind meant for her. She made it her own, and started chanting OOOOOM as long and low as she could, until the sound morphed into the noise of another laboring howl. And then, deep from within, as if being unlocked from some primordial ancient vault, held within the dark reaches of the mind and universal soul, for just such a desperate time, - came the sound of the bija mantra La La LAAAAM. La La LAAAAAM.
Strong, low and steady from her cracked, parched lips, came the seed sound syllable for opening and cleansing the root chakra. Back and forth the sounds poured...."La La LAAAAM"...and... "OOOOOM". "La La LAAAAAM"...and..."OOOOOOM".
It was working. The vibration of the magical seed sound was helping the body to blossom open and expand.
Within 5 minutes there was a warm, gushing over her feet - the 'water' broke. The time was
finally here.
Her body was open; ready to bring forth life.
"Here she comes" she barely managed before the most fearsome, agonizing, wailing bellowed forth and echoed throughout the premises.
You would have thought the sound came from 20 burley vikings lined up on the battlefield ready to charge.
Long and loud came her yell and then,.....her final reward. Sweetly and smoothly, a wee tiney, blue babe slid onto the bed. Perfect in every way, and wailing.
The proud new mother looked on for only a moment before swooping her into her arms, turning her body around and laying the child onto her bare breasts to admire her prize.
Success. A beautiful sight.
All the pain, all the joy, all the love, all the tears, the agony, the wonder, the miricle of life - here it is. As nature intended, and as women have been doing it for thousands of years, the cycle of life goes on!! What a beautiful journey into the world for this little one.
AVA RILEY GAGE SCHROEDER
BORN at 4:54am - Feb. 6, 2011 7lbs 3oz.
Om to the divine Feminine!! And Om to the papas and dad
dy's too, for standing by and making it all possible.
By that time, the contractions were coming on hard, strong, and fast. She labored on her knees, throwing up between contractions. She couldn't speak, the pain was too much. All she could manage was to moan and cry.
She couldn't seem to get a handle on the pain.
The mind and body must forget how excruciatingly painful the birthing process is as a survival mechanism, or women would never go through with a second pregnancy.
The midwife said, "make your sounds low". And that was the trigger she needed to allow herself to 'go primal'.
Her body was failing her. She had to use the mind to escape the pain. Using the breath to control the contractions shooting out her back and down the legs was as pointless as trying to fend off a bear attack with a toothpick.
She was unaware of time and space and that just over an hour had already passed. In her mind, she was miles away, in a field all alone; just her and the sound of her own wailing. She could feel the grass under her feet as she squatted low to the earth. She felt the cool breeze touch her cheek, and whisper through her hair.
A sound came in on the wind meant for her. She made it her own, and started chanting OOOOOM as long and low as she could, until the sound morphed into the noise of another laboring howl. And then, deep from within, as if being unlocked from some primordial ancient vault, held within the dark reaches of the mind and universal soul, for just such a desperate time, - came the sound of the bija mantra La La LAAAAM. La La LAAAAAM.
Strong, low and steady from her cracked, parched lips, came the seed sound syllable for opening and cleansing the root chakra. Back and forth the sounds poured...."La La LAAAAM"...and... "OOOOOM". "La La LAAAAAM"...and..."OOOOOOM".
It was working. The vibration of the magical seed sound was helping the body to blossom open and expand.
Within 5 minutes there was a warm, gushing over her feet - the 'water' broke. The time was
finally here.Her body was open; ready to bring forth life.
"Here she comes" she barely managed before the most fearsome, agonizing, wailing bellowed forth and echoed throughout the premises.
You would have thought the sound came from 20 burley vikings lined up on the battlefield ready to charge.
Long and loud came her yell and then,.....her final reward. Sweetly and smoothly, a wee tiney, blue babe slid onto the bed. Perfect in every way, and wailing.
The proud new mother looked on for only a moment before swooping her into her arms, turning her body around and laying the child onto her bare breasts to admire her prize.
Success. A beautiful sight.
All the pain, all the joy, all the love, all the tears, the agony, the wonder, the miricle of life - here it is. As nature intended, and as women have been doing it for thousands of years, the cycle of life goes on!! What a beautiful journey into the world for this little one.
AVA RILEY GAGE SCHROEDER
BORN at 4:54am - Feb. 6, 2011 7lbs 3oz.
Om to the divine Feminine!! And Om to the papas and dad
dy's too, for standing by and making it all possible.
Eh Ma Ho!
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