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8/5/2001 1:23
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Ilana Shemesh, natural midwife
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exciting birth story in the flea market today
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It is 8:45 AM and my beeper goes off. It feels to me like 4AM, but I console myself when I see that I actually got a good night's sleep. Contractions every 7 minutes for the past hour but only l5 seconds and she is 3 weeks early. Is this really labor? It is her second birth and her first one was over 24 hours, with pethidin, epidural publicly in Misgav Ledach two years ago. It was a bad emotional experience for her, as she had anticipated a totally natural birth. She needed a rebirthing and positive experience this time. She chose to birth at home. Since yesterday was a chamsin, I think she maybe is having false labor brought on by mild dehydration. I tell her to drink a lot and also have a glass of wine. If it's the real thing, it will get stronger, and if it's false, it will stop. I go back to sleep. 2o minutes later she calls and says she has bloody mucous show. This is real!! I drink coffee, wet my hair that is sticking up all over my head, choose my favorite deep pink birth shirt with the picture of a baby held between two hands, and my comfy purple baggy cotton pants. Can't find my shoes, so take an uncomfortable pair but want to get the car loaded and out the door. Just as I leave the moshav she calls again to say that her man went shopping for supplies for the birth, but will be right back and that the contractions are stronger and she hopes I am on my way. I see that I have 1/4 tank gas, but enough to get to Jaffa. I am so thankful that is is 9:30 and traffic should be over. I call halfway there and she is OK but I can tell that things are moving. Her man is not back yet. I am nervous that she is alone. I hope there are no cops as I am driving fast but alertly with my adrenalin flowing. I cal to say that I am five minutes away, and am overjoyed that he is back and answers the phone. I hit the flea market, and it is congested and no parking right on her street. I call to ask for help carrying bags and girlfriend says she is on her way down to help. I am trying to run carrying oxygen case, backpack, handbag, birthbag, and little suitcase with extra goodies. I curse my uncomfortable shoes. The man from the furniture store under her house sees me shlepping from far and runs to help me and says I had better hurry as she is about to pop! He grabs three bags and we run up to stairs and I hear those familiar birth roars. Th lioness is roaring and there she is getting out of the bath. She flings herself on the bed and begs me to check. I know before the glove that she is soooo close. She is so ecstatic to hear that she is 9 cm. Her man is in shock as he was prepared for another 24 hour stint. Her girlfriend who has never had a baby is in mild shock but follows my instructions well. She roars with each contraction. He tells her to breathe, I chuckle to myself (like she really wants to breathe now). She is a noisemaker and this is what is good for her. She is in her own world now, with those primitive feminine powerful birth instincts taking over the rational mind. She surrenders and her body takes over. Then the all powerful urge to push. She doesn't need my permission to push. The clear fluid gushes like a fountain of life from her vagina. The baby's heartbeat is great. We see scalp with some black hair. We are all enchanted by the emergence of the head. She touches her child and strokes its wet hair. Another push for the shoulders, and a big,pink, luscious baby covered with creamy white rvernix tumbles out and she reaches for him
and he is on her belly all wet and cries that primordial birth cry and the joy is so intense and what can you compare this with??? Ilana Shemesh
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