Hana Aluna Loggins was born on Monday, September 29, 1997 at 2:10 a.m. She weighed 8 lbs, 7 oz, and was 20 inches long, with long brown hair. Hana is my 5th child and Julia's 2nd. Our first experience was a homebirth over 4 years ago, and because of scar tissue on the cervix, Julia's labor was like transition for 36 hours. Because of that 1st birth, we were somewhat unprepared for what Hana had in mind.
This, our third, pregnancy was sailing along. We were again going to the birth center where our now 2-year-old son, Cary, was born. We refused all but the most routine of tests this time around. No ultrasounds or AFPs for this baby unless there was a really good reason! At our second appointment, around 11 weeks, I measured slightly larger than expected. We discussed an ultrasound but agreed to wait for the next visit. By that time, my measurements were even a bit smaller than expected.
My first "birth" experience, five years ago, was a planned home birth with a midwife, which turned into a cataclysmic disaster at the hospital, where my baby son, Hans, was cut out of and taken from me via Caesarean section.
Nicholas was born on a beautiful day in the summer of 1984. My labor was short - perhaps two hours - and I birthed him easily into my own hands as my nineteen-month-old daughter Joy stood beside me in the bathroom. As with my other births, I had very little pain, but this time all was not well.
It's a warm November morning in Colorado. I haven't slept well and I'm irritable. My husband David and I have been fighting and I'm nine months pregnant. I've been feeling contractions for the past 24 hours.
A year and a half after giving birth to my first son John, I realized I was pregnant with Willie. Once again, I had a very healthy pregnancy. I never experienced morning sickness or had any of the other so called "symptoms" of pregnancy (which I believe are often fear induced). I decided I would give birth on my hands and knees because that had worked so well with John, but in a dream I was shown otherwise. In the dream, I was watching a woman giving birth standing up. She was straddling a little plastic baby bath tub and catching the baby herself. As I watched her, I heard another woman very gently say to me, "Tell her to remember not to do too much." I understood what the woman was saying and the peaceful feeling of the dream stayed with me for the remainder of my pregnancy.
Michelle's birth was about as easy as they get. On a Sunday morning at about 7 A.M. I began feeling contractions. My husband David got up and went out on the couch to read the paper. I didn't tell him I was in labor. As with Joy's birth, I wanted solitude. As I lay in bed I said belief suggestions that I was totally cooperating with my body. "I'm not fighting this in any way," I told myself. I felt myself slip into a state of complete relaxation. There was not a tense muscle in my entire body.
When my husband David and I first decided in 1977 to have our baby at home without medical assistance, we had no idea how unnatural hospital birth had become. We knew, however, we didn't feel comfortable putting ourselves in someone else's hands, and we thoroughly believed in my ability to give birth safely and easily without outside intervention.