Day 368. A glass of water (Lellus)

I have thought a lot if I could write anything about my homebirths. I have had two of the kind, but I can’t. The more can be written about the one at hospital. Not as if it had been so uplifting. No, unfortunately it wasn’t. I would rather say that I have so much bitterness inside about it that I still haven’t been able to work it out.

It was my first childbirth and I was so naive. I thought a woman can give birth. I went into hospital with that belief. Then it was proved to me there that it is not possible to be true.

Later I didn’t want this again. I was happy to find other ways. But of them I can’t say anything. If I am asked again and again, all that I can say is that it was just like drinking a glass of water. It was such an ordinary and everyday occurrence – as it was natural. Let’s say, one day the three of us went to bed, and the next morning there were four of us. Then out of the four of us became five by the next morning.

Anyway, people don’t usually say extraordinary things about drinking a glass of water, but everyone knows how essential it is.

J. R.

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