True to the encouraging words I have heard so many times from others over so many years,
finally getting married and now expecting a child has been an incredible blessing, bringing
positive changes and growth into my life.
Cheri and I are planning to have our child at home with the assistance of a midwife.
Being in our last trimester now, we have been taking weekly Bradley Method classes which focus on
"husband coached child birth."
Preparing together to bring this new life into the world has been a great bonding experience
for us, and has directed our hearts in love toward this pending first addition to our
family.
I have been awed at how studious and mindful my dear wife has been to read up on how to best
prepare for childbirth, implementing the knowledge she is gaining by way of optimal healthy diet,
commensurate exercising, emotional bonding, proper skin care, etc.
We enjoy the time spent together going on a daily walk, doing the butterfly stretch, doing the
relaxation techniques, preparing the nightly women's tea, applying wheat germ oil on her belly and
breasts prior to retiring to bed to prevent stretch marks, and reading a chapter together from a
birthing book.
She started a couple of weeks ago reading children's stories aloud to the growing fetus.
If she had her way, we would already have a name picked out, one if it is a boy, and another if
it is a girl.
We are gradually gearing up for this wonderful, spiritual, bonding, and natural process of
bringing a child into this world.
The more we learn (and my education is but a small part of what Cheri has been acquiring on the
subject), the more grateful and confident we are for the decision we made to have this child at
home, with a midwife, and without drugs.
Doctors are to birthing what lifeguards are to swimming. It is good they are there for
threatening situations, but for the most part, a midwife and knowledgeable parents are more than
ample to take care of this beautiful process.
Last Monday evening, during our Bradley class, I was struck with a thought while listening to
one of the couples who is taking the class with us, whose pregnancy is considered "high
risk" -- no thanks to doctors who administered Petosin (sp?) and created the subsequent
trauma which then required a C-section. They shared the story of the encounter they had with
their doctor when they told him that they were looking into having a midwife-assisted natural
birth.
The scare tactics employed and the authoritarian approach the doctor used reminded me so much
of the same mentality I see in religion, particularly in Mormonism, which says, "follow the
prophet," he knows what is best. You don't know enough to trust your own judgement.
The doctor was not the least bit impressed with this couple that were considering taking a less
allopathic approach. He frowned on what he viewed as tremendous risk-taking. Doctors
are the ones who know, the ones you should trust, according to him. They have been trained
to take care of these things. He did not like the idea of them taking responsibility and
seeking to become sufficiently educated themselves so as to be able to choose a midwife who is
more of a birth assistant than a "knock-em-out, drag-em-out" physician.
As this couple recounted the conversation they had, I was making the comparison in my mind to
what I have observed in religion.
In the scriptures, the Lord compares the coming forth of Zion, the kingdom of God, to a
manchild being born of a woman, who represents the church of Christ (by its core definition, which
has to do with the heart, not its ecclesiastical definition, which has to do with an outward
ordinance alone). Prophecy speaks several times of the birthing pangs associated with this
birthing.
So having learned so much lately about the difference between midwife-assisted childbirth and
doctor administered delivery, I have been set to pondering upon the metaphorical lessons that
might be contained in this difference as it pertains to the birthing of Zion.
In my mind, home birth is to hospital birth what home school is to public education.
Home birth is to hospital birth what home church is to structured religious attendance.
The more responsibility we take for our own salvation -- between us and the Lord -- the closer
we resemble the godly nature.
The less responsibility we take for our own salvation -- putting it on the shoulders of other
men, who are fallible -- the more we play into a controlling, dictatorial collusion.
One leads to freedom. The other to captivity.
Bringing this back to the childbirth-Zionbirth analogy, this is why the scriptures speak so
adamantly about the need to be alert, to be vigilant, to be watchful, to learn of the Lord, to
feast upon his words, to dig deep so that we might establish our foundation upon the rock of Jesus
Christ.
The more educated we become about the pending birth of Zion, the more prepared we become to
pass through this transition that will soon come upon us, and the more glorious will be our
experience.
No wonder the Lord uses such reprimanding tones when he speaks of the drunkenness of Ephraim,
which people of God are supposed to be his vigilant watchmen.
The differences between a drugged up mother having a doctor pull a baby out of her, and a
natural-birth mother bringing forth a sparkling alert child are like night and day -- both for the
mother and for the child.
Awake, awake put on thy strength, O Zion!
How can Zion put on strength if the mother is drugged, overcome with deliriousness?
So the incessant cry to the Lord's people to stop depending so much upon "the
prophet" and seek instead to each become a prophet unto the Lord, is an invitation to be
fully prepared for a glorious delivery of Zion -- the best route by far for both mother and child.
That it may it be so is my humble prayer.