You know I was originally planning on freebirthing, not because of the cost associated with homebirth or because I was reckless but because I fully trust my body and didn’t feel like I could put enough trust into someone else to listen to what I actually wanted or that I could find someone who believed in me and my capability.
A traumatic birth in a hospital with staff who disregard your concerns or wishes, do things without your consent, create latrogenic emergencies and bully you into doing things you don’t want to do. It’s why most people Freebirth that and they want the most primal experience possible.
However by absolute fate I was sent the most amazing mother centred and hands off midwife possible. The exact person I had hoped for all along but never thought I could find Someone who normally books out quite easily just happened to have a spot at nearly 22 weeks pregnant. I will admit I was still scared to trust her at first due to past experiences but she quickly showed how much she believed in me and my capabilities. For the first time in any of my pregnancies I had someone who listened to what i wanted during my pregnancies/ birth, took a single No as an answer and held space for the past experiences. I never thought I’d be excited to have a midwife appointment each week just so we could sit on the couch and talk about anything I needed, it’s not just someone who looks after you, you create a friend and someone that I cannot wait to walk by again.
I’m so happy I got the dream birth I had wanted, couldn’t ask for a better birth
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What am I doing? Thoughts are flying through my head as I am wheeled into the birthing clinic on a gurney. I’m a man of 38, I’m nine months pregnant and about to give birth to my first child! It seems unbelievable that only 5-10 years ago, this was a task that was intended only for women. Gay couples like Seb and I had to rely on surrogacy and adoption back then. I’m glad we waited for technology to catch up with us. Also, I’m terrified. But looking up at my husband’s face and feeling his hand in mine as they roll me into the delivery room, I am reassured. We’re going to manage this together.
We flipped a coin over who would carry the baby. I won or lost, depending on how you look at it. I got an embryo placed in me, made from my husband’s sperm and my older sister Anna’s egg. So this child should be a nice, dark skinned and absolutely beautiful creature, just like Seb. At least that’s my hope.
“Right, Levi, let’s get you onto the table!” Two strong orderlies grab me and lift me up. I’m placed on a table, and Seb is encouraged to sit down beside me on a small stool. He looks so strange in the paper gown he was told to put over his clothes, and that funny paper cap on his head.
“You all right, sweetie?” he asks. I nod. “Yeah. it hurts, but I’m ok.”
The door opens and a man comes in, tall and with a kind face. He looks to be in his fifties.
“Hello, Levi. I’m Dr. Robson, and I will be delivering your baby today.” He shakes my hand first, then Seb’s. Then he places both hands on my belly and begins to feel around. “How are you doing? Has your water broken yet?” “Yes,” I reply. “In the ambulance.” “And his contractions are pretty much constant at this point,” Seb ads, in a slightly nervous voice. “Right, well, we’d better take a look, then, see if the little one is ready to come out.”
The orderlies help him to hang my legs up in these hoops above me. Then they pull me down, so that my ass is hanging very close to the end of the table. Dr. Robson puts on some latex gloves, adjusts the light and stands between my now widespread legs. “Ok, Levi, breathe. I’m going to examine you now.”
I feel his fingers in my anus and I flinch, but I try to breathe and stay calm. He goes deeper, and deeper. “Breathe, I’m nearly there.” I do my best. “You’re fully dilated, Levi. It’s baby time.” His fingers leave my birth canal and I exhale loudly. Dr. Robson is gently rubbing my opening now. “Ok, give me a good, strong push now, Levi. On three. One, two, three! ”
Seb supports my neck as I push, hard trying to bear down into my ass like I was taught in the classes. “Irrrrggggnnnnhhhhh!”
“Good job, Levi!” Dr. Robson smiles. You’re a great pusher!“ He looks at Seb.” You got yourself a good man here.“ Seb nods, before squeezing my hand. "I know.”
I cry out as the current contraction reaches a high point. “Push through it, Levi, push through the pain,” the doctor urges. “Come on now. Push!”
“Irrrggghhhhhhhh!” I can feel my canal stretching now. “Good, good, the baby’s coming down nicely. Do you know what you’re having?” The doctor asks. “No, we wanted it to be a surprise” , Seb replies. “We don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as it’s healthy.” “Well, let’s see if we can get this little surprise a bit further down, OK? Push for me, Levi! Push hard!” I take a deep breath as I try once again to bear down as hard as I can. “Arrgghnnnhhhh!” “Good, push again! Deep breath and push!” “Ooooooorrrrgggnnnhhh!”
Many minutes and many pushes later, Dr. Robson finally says the words I have been longing to hear. “You’re crowning, Levi! We’re almost done now!”
Seb takes a look, then comes back to my side, grinning. “You’re doing so good, hun! Our baby is coming now!” “Give me another hard push, Levi,” the doctor says. “Let’s birth this baby now!” I push again, feeling my opening being stretched out as the head begins to slide out. “We have a forehead, and eyes, and a cute little nose…” The doctor reports, as I keep pushing. “Push, hun, you’re doing great, just push hard!” Seb urges me. “Aaannd, the head is out!” Dr. Robson says, as I feel his fingers checking the baby’s neck, making sure it’s not held back by the umbilical cord. Seb takes another look, before kissing my forehead. “You’ve birthed a beautiful baby’s head! Our baby is coming! It’s almost here, Levi, we’re nearly parents!” “One more big push now. Ready?” the doctor asks. I’m so exhausted I can’t even voice a reply, but I nod. “OK, push now! Push!”
“Iiiiirrrrghhhhh!” A shoulder breaks free from my aching body. Then one more. “Keep pushing, Levi, push now, good man! PUSH!”
“AAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH!” I can feel the body sliding slowly out, before it finally falls into Dr. Robsons hands. “A nice big, healthy boy!” he declares. Seb cries and kisses my forehead again. “You did it, hun, you did it! I love you!” I can only manage a weak “I love you too…” as I close my eyes for a second, completely out of energy. But I open them again when our son is placed on my chest a minute later. “He’s perfect…” I whisper, looking at the little face. “He looks like you, Seb…” Seb smiles. “He might look like me, but he came out of you!” He gives me a kiss on the lips. I have never felt this happy.
Today I turned 19 years old. This is the year I want to get pregnant. It’s my last year to be a teen mom, my greatest fantasy. Rape a baby into me. I’m begging you.
This is how I want to give birth. Naked and vulnerable on the street with strangers watching my pussy spread for your baby. Give me more birth videos like this!
