Then there was the homebirth part. I had always loved labor. Genuinely, looked forward to the process of bringing my baby earthside. Unfortunately, I didn’t even want to think about it with my fourth baby. I would start to & stop myself. I would tell myself horrible things that robbed me of any happiness about labor.
“You have had three amazing experiences, there is no possible way you can have another one.”
“You might as well check into a hospital because you will be lucky if your baby is breathing when he comes out.”
“You will end up getting transferred. You have put too many negative vibes towards this baby. The energy is all wrong.”
It all came to a head when my baby was overdue and my feelings came pouring out. My husband listened & tried to understand. He said all the right things & that just made me angrier. I shared everything with my midwives & they got it. They said things I could relate to. They shared success stories of mamas that walked this path & came out the other side in to light. For the first time in my pregnancy, I had hope. Too bad it came at 41 weeks.
And then, my baby was on his way. With no warning, no signs of labor, it just happened. Intense contractions, 4 minutes apart, it was go time. I knew this time needed to be different. I knew I needed to focus on me, on my baby, on good energy. I felt like laboring alone. (So not me.) I didn’t invite a photographer. I didn’t tell anyone what was happening. I didn’t wake my kids up. I walked through our quiet home, in the middle of the night, by myself. I felt peaceful. I was relieved. My midwives came around 2:30 am. I was checked shortly after they arrived & found out I was an 8. I was stunned. I started to doubt myself. I had been enjoying this labor, but it was nothing like my others. I pushed out my own negative thoughts and reminded myself what my midwives and I had discussed earlier. How this labor doesn’t have to look a certain way for it to be right for me. At 5:38 am, the biggest joy & relief came. Rudy was born. I stared at him with so much gratitude. He was healthy. All of those dark moments in my pregnancy, all of the horrible words I spoke to myself, it didn’t affect him. He was perfect. And in that moment, I forgave myself.
He is a week old now. I keep looking for signs. Signs that this time is different. Signs that I am different. I broke a glass bowl yesterday. My two year old was on the counter, Rudy was napping, and glass was on the floor. My first reaction was to reassure my two year old everything was okay. As I bent down to sweep up broken glass, it hit me. That moment would have broken me when I was postpartum with my third. It would have overwhelmed me. I smiled and felt on top of the world as I finished cleaning up. My dad came to visit during the day and I had to go pick up my girls from school. He offered to watch my 2 year old and Rudy, since he was napping. I thanked him & went on my merry way. When I got in the van, I realized I wasn’t worried. I hadn’t felt the need to tell my dad a handful of instructions in case Rudy woke up. I didn’t picture myself dying in a car crash and leaving my children motherless. Again, I was reminded how different this is. How different I am.

I keep referring to my third baby as the one that broke me, and that Rudy put me back together. And to be honest, that is how it feels. And for the first time, I have been giving myself permission to be okay with that. I am not a failure at motherhood because things weren’t always my made up ideal. I am not less because I had dark days or feelings I couldn’t understand. If anything, I feel like I climbed a mountain. I have gained so much in my struggle. Deeper understanding of myself, empathy for others, close friendships that were built by being honest with where we were at or had been. It is strange to walk through it all – the sadness & fear – and come out grateful for the journey. But that is where I am right now. Incredibly grateful.
Raw, honest and real.
Thank you for sharing your truth. I know it will help other mothers make sense of their own experiences. You are a gift of a soul.
…and now I need to go reapply my mascara!
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As if I even needed another reason to think Rudy is wonderful… now I have it!
Thank you for sharing, friend! Your transparency will help give others courage to seek help and share their stories as well. 🤗
Can’t wait to snuggle that sweet guy!
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Feelings are real…highs and lows…I’m glad that you found peace and strength. Love you, friend!
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Your feelings and what you went through are valid and you have the right to feel whatever you feel. You aren’t being sensitive, you aren’t being dramatic. It’s not wrong. You learned and you have grown. You, Rudy, and your story is going to help so many mommas out there! You are the best mom of 4 of the best kids I know. I love you Jen!
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Your words brought tears to my eyes and pierced my heart with the reality of how you’ve bravely navigated the waters of your personal, yet challenging journey. They also broke me (in a good way) for they reminded me how “clueless” I can be as a father. I love you, Jen. And thank you for the beautiful grandchildren.
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