natural childbirth

Why the pain of childbirth is second rate.

I never experienced true moment by gruesome moment of uninterrupted childbirth until this moment exactly one year ago.  

 

I had experienced 3 weeks of prodromal labor. You know, labor that literally knocks your socks off everyday of the week and you think each time "this is IT". But, it's not.  

 

As week 41 quickly approached, I was completely worn to the bone after enduring weeks and weeks of daily intense regular contractions for hours.  

 

She came in a whirlwind on a balmy August Saturday with just twenty minutes to spare after our arrival and entry into the birthing pool.  

What a relief. We had no idea of her gender, nor had we still settled on her name at this point. And we didn't tell anyone either until we got home.  

What a relief. We had no idea of her gender, nor had we still settled on her name at this point. And we didn't tell anyone either until we got home.  

 

The time we were gone was four hours total and that included a two hour round trip from our home to the birthing center.  

 

On this, her first birthday, my mind is flooded with memories of both the intensity of the pain and joy that day brought me. Intense is definitely the right word. 

Our EmmaBelle. Happy Birthday, Belly Belles!  

Our EmmaBelle. Happy Birthday, Belly Belles!  

 

But, in the middle of another night of sleeplessness last night, as I trudged out of bed with my very weary, ill-ridden body to go to her for the seven thousandth time, I realized...the pain of childbirth is easily trumped. It's trumped by the pain of motherhood.  

 

The pain accumulates and compounds itself each and every day, as it naturally does so each and every child.    

 

The pain and joy that filled my heart when I was shown this by my almost nine year old son a couple of nights ago. It both warmed and broke my heart in two.  

He just wants me better. I couldn't help but cry over it. So painful and so proud of him at once.  

He just wants me better. I couldn't help but cry over it. So painful and so proud of him at once.  

 

And the daily pains of correction, training, and redirection of poor choices made, a true picture of how even the littlest of us can do such horrifying, sinful things. That's painful.  

Baby A. The sweetest part of our home.  

Baby A. The sweetest part of our home.  

 

That first realization that your child is bent on doing the opposite of what you will them to do. That toddler moment, soon after their first birthday, that both invites tantrum and tumult. It's painful to the uttermost. Where did my sweet, cuddly, innocent baby go?  

Baby H, age 3. Six years ago.  

Baby H, age 3. Six years ago.  

 

The pains of natural childbirth don't compare to the pain of losing a child, having your child sick in a NICU, or watching them being held down to get stitches. All of those things are infinitely more painful than the labor pains we endure to get our children into our arms.

Baby O. Our last born in the hospital. She is our ENERGY in this house. Almost three years ago.  

Baby O. Our last born in the hospital. She is our ENERGY in this house. Almost three years ago.  

 

The pain I feel when I see my children cry because someone hurt them, lied to them, or let them down. It's overwhelming. We spend so much time making sure we drain ourselves in order to keep our children safe, healthy, and content. But then, they realize, and necessarily (and hopefully) so, that the only thing in this life that isn't disappointing is God Himself. 

Baby C, age 2. Five years ago.  

Baby C, age 2. Five years ago.  

 

As I reflect on the past nine years of motherhood, and especially the past year I've been raising my "handful" of children, I am reminded, more than ever, just how extremely excruciating motherhood is.  

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I am so grateful to God for my five, but there are more days than not when I hate what motherhood has done and does to me. And then again, I would never give it back if I could. We all need to be stretched and pulled and broken in order to experience Gods best for us.  

Seems like a lifetime ago. This very month, just 8 years ago. Life with one compared to life with five is both harder and easier.  

Seems like a lifetime ago. This very month, just 8 years ago. Life with one compared to life with five is both harder and easier.  

 

Hold your children loosely and allow God to be the balm that soothes your weary, pained soul. Because no matter how much we try to avoid it, motherhood is painful. As we are in childbirth, we are marked forever and completely ruined by the blessing that God holds highest: life.  

Baby E, at 2 weeks.  

Baby E, at 2 weeks.  

What Natural Childbirth Reminded Me About Sin

Genesis 3:16To the woman He said, "I will greatly multiply Your pain in childbirth, In pain you will bring forth children;...."

Many of you know I just gave birth to our third daughter, our fifth child, just twelve days ago. It was my first completely natural birth. It was an experience I have longed for since after my first birth almost eight years ago.

Some question why I wanted to birth outside of a hospital without the aide of modern medicine. I mean, it is 2014 afterall. The whole epidural, schedule your baby's birthday thing is the norm these days. Why experience birth in such an "outdated", primitive way?

As painful and completely soul-wrenching the experience was, I would most certainly do it again this way; the way that God didn't originally intend...the way sin molded childbirth into something all women have feared at one point or another.

The memory that the pain and agony branded on my brain reminds me of my sin. It reminds me of my dire need for a Savior. TheSavior. It reminded me of the various and numerous trials in this life. It reminded me how we are all on this life journey, and our reward is to come as long as we belong to God.

Focus.

Through the pain and agony, the reward is imminent.

Push through it. Focus. Breathe. Pray.

Humanity was birthed into perfection, but we stained paradise with death. In spite of the culture of death we created, life could come from it. (But not without a price.) As my daughter emerged from my womb, I have never felt such agony, such euphoria. Such a grab bag of emotions peaked within me.

IMG_2901.JPG Finally. My face that describes the above paragraph. Not a picture I love of myself, but it shows the raw, real emotion of the moment better than I could explain it.

For the first time, I saw God's love for me from the pain. He suffered more than any other human ever has, to buy my redemption back from Death. I may never know what He felt that day, but I better understand now the beauty that comes after the pain. The life that is given, after death has passed, is worth it all.

Birthed by His love, Alicia