More women should have babies at home, not in hospital

Childbirth revolution: Mummy State 6 April 2007 23:2 > News > Med

More women should have babies at home, not in hospital, says Health Secretary -By Marie Woolf and Sophie Goodchild – Published: 14 May 2006

Pregnant women are to be advised to give birth at home as part of a revolution in childbirth policy that will reverse decades of medical convention.

Patricia Hewitt, the Secretary of State for Health, is to “challenge the assumption”, prevalent since the 1970s, that the safest place to give birth is in hospital and that home births can be dangerous.

In what is being billed as a historic shift in the politics of childbirth, doctors will be told to offer all pregnant women the chance to deliver their baby at home with the help of a midwife and their own choice of pain relief.

The Independent on Sunday can today reveal that the Government is planning a “strategic shift” in childbirth policy away from hospital delivery and towards births in the reassuring surroundings of home. It has commissioned research to support the case for home births and “challenge the assumption that births should take place in hospitals”. The Secretary of State wants to “demedicalise” pregnancy and challenge the “presumption” that birth should take place under the supervision of a doctor.

“A strategic shift towards more home births is part of the Government’s move for more care to be provided in the community and in the home, and away from acute hospitals,” said a Health Department source.

The move comes as new figures reveal that more than 200,000 women, a third of all who give birth every year, suffer some psychological distress after delivery.

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Revolução do Nascimento/Parto

Este artigo está relacionado com o seguinte, e lamento que esse seja em inglês pois não tenho tempo para o traduzir.

Eis o que aparece no Google, na PubMed, quando se procura ”birht revolution”:

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Mas isto é desinformação e mentira.

Revolução do nascimento, não é de forma alguma, nunca foi, a indústria da fertilização, dos laboratórios de bébés proveta, etc. Muito pelo contrário!

A revolução do nascimento, é o movimento começado, pela luta de pioneiros que foram marginalizados. Devido a estes pioneiros, os quais aliás raramente recebem sequer uma menção, quanto mais o reconhecimento que merecem, é que temos a ”revolução”, a qual aliás é uma transicção, uma profunda modificação, transformação, pacífica, na visão e prática do parto.

Compreendamos hoje em dia que mais tarde, essas compreensões ou descobertas de pioneiros, só começam a ser aplicados massivamente, quando um pequeno grupo de pessoas adquire o controle sobre a (gigantesca) vantagem financeira que pode extraír dessas verdades pioneiras, e começa a sua acção. É o que se passa agora com a ”Revolução do nascimento”, como pode ver no artigo seguinte, cujo título no Independente é esse mesmo.

A gigantesca desonestidade, está (sempre?) em esconder metade da verdade…

O estabelecimento industrial, patriarcal, lucrativo, utilitarista, técnicológico e materialista, médico, de saúde, farmácia, etc., justamente, defendeu, apoiou, perpetuou e lucrou com a prática desumana de técnicas de tortura atroz, durante o parto, – ou com a destruição do parto – e com o impedimento do esclarecimento e desenvolvimento da compreensão e da libertação, que tornam possível um parto totalmente diferente, humano, e até mesmo, belo, que merece o nome de ”dar à Luz”.

E agora… agora até vão começar a dizer que graças ao grande desenvolvimento técnológico, que faz possível o avanço da ciência e da medicina, se descobriu que o parto ”natural” é melhor… em casa? É mentira, pura e simplesmente! Vão fingir serem eles os autores de uma descoberta… que fizeram tudo por combater, reprimir e esconder.

O que se passa é que o parto natural e consciente, que aos poucos se está a tornar conhecido das mulheres, apesar do ”estabelecimento e regime industrial”, é completamente incompatível com esse estabelecimento! Não é forçosamente incompatível com um Hospital – é sim incompatível com os Hospitais que se têem vindo a desenvolver mundo fora, só interessados em lucro, e desumanos.

O parto natural, não se deixa comandar à hora, e ao esquema dos interesses financeiros de gente idiota de quem só pensa em dinheiro. O parto natural não é instantâneo nem fácil, nem a repetição maquinal barata de uma fábrica… É para ele que as Maternidades e a boa tradição portuguesa das boas Maternidades, deveriam existir!

O Parto n’A Ilha dos Amores

Devo dizer que há muito mais que posso dizer sobre o parto, e pretendo reunir informação mais completa, ou um melhor direcionamento, se e quando o tempo mo permitir.

Entretanto, grávidas que nunca ouviram falar das alternativas e do que é ”parto natural”, podem, mesmo através de informação incompleta no meu blog, informar-se melhor, contactarem a Associação de Doulas de Portugal – terem um melhor sentimento e conhecimento em relação ao parto. Isso é mais importante, para mim, do que esperar pela perfeição da minha informação.

Se por acaso é uma mulher que está para dar à luz dentro de pouco tempo… e que nada mais tem organizado para além de ir para o Hospital de forma totalmente normal, eu aconselho contactar as Doulas de Portugal. Uma boa doula a acompanhar o seu parto, é alguém que a respeita a si, seja qual forem as suas ideias pessoais, não interfere contra a sua vontade, e dá-lhe, tanto em casa como no Hospital, apoio no que puder, sem perturbar a assistência Hospitalar.

É compreensível não desejar ideias revolucionárias (talvez até à última da hora), mas como explico acima, as doulas compreendem isso muito bem, e nada tem a recear, pelo contrário.

PARTO NATURAL: Dar à luz segundo uma outra ciência

photo of baby. They are all pics of babies...

Para ler mais sobre como ter um parto muito melhor, para si, para a sua criança e para a vossa futura relação, por favor clique na página: ”Maternidade.

Para ler o lindo livro que todas as mães deveriam ler, ‘‘Nascimento sem Violência”, do pioneiro, ginecologista francês, Frederic Leboyer, por favor clique na página: ”Maternidade.

Para encontrar muito mais informação, ligações, sites sobre o nascimento e maternidade, e contactos reais, por favor consulte o tema ”Maternidade”, na lista de ligações, na barra lateral deste blog, e os tag Maternidade e Parto.

10 Direitos do Nascimento

Acordados pela Organização Mundial de Saúde, O.M.S.:

Cómo nace y es recibido tu bebé es importante para su vida y la tuya.
Infórmate y decide

Derechos del Nacimiento

  • Primero: El bebé tiene derecho al reconocimiento de su capacidad física y
    emocional, en su vida intrauterina y extrauterina y, especialmente, durante
    el tránsito entre ambas.
  • Segundo: El bebé intraútero tiene derecho a que el bienestar emocional de su madre no sea alterado por un exceso y abuso de controles durante la gestación. (1)
  • Tercero: El bebé y su madre tienen derecho a que se respeten el momento, ritmo, ambiente y compañía en el parto-nacimiento y a que el mismo transcurra de forma fisiológica. Un bebé y madre sanos tienen derecho a no ser tratados como enfermos. (2)
  • Cuarto: El bebé y su madre tienen derecho a intimidad y respeto antes, durante y después del nacimiento-parto. (3)
  • Quinto: El bebé y su madre tienen derecho a permanecer juntos en las horas y días siguientes al nacimiento. Ninguna exploración ni estancia hospitalaria justifica la separación de ambos. (4)
  • Sexto: El bebé tiene derecho a disfrutar de lactancia materna a demanda, al menos, durante el primer año. A que durante su estancia en hospital se respeten los “10 pasos para una lactancia feliz” establecidos por UNICEF y la OMS y recomendados por la Asociación Española de Pediatría. (5)
  • Séptimo: El bebé tiene derecho a ser atendido personalmente por su madre, como mínimo, durante el primer año. La madre tiene derecho a disfrutar del contacto íntimo con su bebé cuanto crea necesario..
  • Octavo: El bebé prematuro tiene derecho a permanecer pegado al cuerpo de su madre hasta que adquiera el peso y las condiciones optimas de salud. Ninguna unidad de neonatología es más saludable para el bebé que la piel materna. (6)
  • Noveno: El bebé tiene derecho a permanecer pegado al cuerpo de su madre durante los primeros meses de vida extrauterina. El contacto cuerpo a cuerpo es vital para instaurar en el la seguridad y la confianza.
  • Décimo: El bebé tiene derecho a que sean sus padres quienes personalmente tomen las decisiones y quienes para ello busquen la información relacionada con su bienestar. (4)
  • Deferencias
    (1) Michael Odent. Primal Health. El efecto nocebo del cuidado prenatal.
    www.birthpsychology.com/primalhealth
    (2) OMS, 1996. Cuidadosen el parto normal: una guía práctica.
    www.elpartoesnuestro.es/components/com_docman/documents
    /Cuidados_parto_normal.pdf

    (3) Chalmers B, Mangiaterra V, Porter R, Principios de la OMS sobre cuidado perinatal. Birth 2001; 28: 202-207.
    holistika.net/articulo.php?articulo=52002.html
    (4) Derechos del niño hospitalizado.
    hospitalalassia.com/burocratica/Derechoninosinternado.htm
    (5) Iniciativa Hospital Amigo de los niños.
    www.ihan.org.es/10pasos.htm
    (6) Método madre canguro para reducir la morbimortalidad de neonatos. revisión Cochrane.
    www.update-software.com/abstractsES/AB002771-ES.htm

El día 7 de Junio ha sido declarado por la Plataforma pro Derechos del Nacimiento y propuesto a la O.M.S. cómo “Día Mundial de los Derechos del Nacimiento“.

Plataforma pro Derechos del Nacimiento
web: www.pangea.org/pdn

Recomendações da OMS

7 de Junio
8º Día Mundial de los Derechos del Nacimiento

Defiende la experiencia más impactante de tu hijo/a: su nacimiento. La Organización Mundial de la Salud te apoya.

Principios de la Organización Mundial de la Salud (OMS) acerca del cuidado perinatal:
Chalmers B, Mangiaterra V, Porter R. WHO principles of perinatal care: the essential antenatal, perinatal, and postpartum care course. Birth 2001; 28: 202-207.

Recomendaciones para establecer un buen contacto madre – hijo

Nacimiento:
• Ubicar al bebé sobre el abdomen de la madre y secarlo inmediatamente. Animar a que la madre participe. Quitar esa toalla y tapar a la madre y al niño con una segunda toalla que se encuentre seca.
• Cortar el cordón una vez que hayan cesado las pulsaciones del mismo mientras el bebé se encuentra con su madre, siempre y cuando no exista una hemorragia significativa.
• Incentivar el cuidado materno piel a piel con su bebé durante al menos las primeras dos horas después del parto, así como todo lo que sea posible durante el postparto inmediato y posteriormente.

Promover el amamantamiento:
• Incentivar la alimentación al niño cuando el mismo esté dando señales de que está listo para recibirla, mostrando salivación, movimientos orales, llevándose las manos a la boca y moviéndose hacia el pecho materno. No forzar la alimentación hasta que el bebé no esté listo.
• No separar al bebé de su madre en las primeras horas después del parto. Intentar realizar todos los exámenes necesarios para el recién nacido normal en la cama de la madre, en lugar de utilizar una mesa examinadora apartada.
• Retrasar la realización de los exámenes que no sean necesarios. Realizar los exámenes con la madre y el niño juntos; demorar la hora del baño por 6 horas o más.
• Demorar la profilaxis de la conjuntivitis gonocóccica, para evitar que el contacto visual madre – hijo se vea alterado.

Recomendaciones para los cuidados postparto
Promover el contacto madre – hijo y el amamantamiento:

• Seguir las guías de la Iniciativa del Hospital Amigo del Niño para la alimentación infantil: incentive la exclusividad del amamantamiento a demanda desde el nacimiento y evite cualquier suplemento para el bebé que contenga agua, glucosa, o sustitutos de leche materna.
• Ofrecer el alojamiento conjunto para todas la madres y bebés las 24 horas del día.
• Incentivar el contacto piel a piel durante la estadía postparto en el hospital.

Este acontecimiento se celebrará con distintas actividades simultaneamente en los siguientes lugares:

ESPAÑA Alicante Andalucía Cataluña Bilbao
Madrid San Sebastían Valencia Y otras
ARGENTINA CHILE ECUADOR FRANCIA MÉXICO
PORTUGAL URUGUAY

Parto Natural no Hospital

Um hospital espanhol abre as portas às ideias do parto com dignidade, segundo as recomendações da Organização Mundial de Saúde.

Eis uma sucinta descrição de algumas das ”rotinas” médicas erradas mais básicas de que sofreram as mulheres nos hospitais, maternidades, etc.:

 Recomendaciones de la OMS

Entre éstas recomendaciones, que la OMS enumera para los partos de bajo riesgo y que el Hospital de La Plana ya cumple, figura la no realización de episiotomías de manera sistemática; no utilización de enemas si no es necesario; no administración de oxitocina; la no monitorización continua del feto; favorecer la movilidad de la mujer durante el proceso del parto; respetar la posición que la embarazada elija para parir; promover la lactancia materna cuanto antes; no rasurar el vello púbico; permitir a la mujer beber y comer; respetar la decisión de la mujer en cuanto a acompañamiento; y, entre otros, siempre que sea un parto de bajo riesgo, estar asistido por matronas.

Leia o artigo completo aqui

Reportagem: O parto é meu

Reportagem no EL PAIS sobre o movimento de reinvindicação dos direitos a um parto digno, natural, e humano:

Leia aqui, ”El parto es mío”

Extracto:

El pasado 13 de agosto, Rosa Montero publicaba su columna en esta revista bajo el título El desastre de parir. Se trataba de una reflexión a propósito del libro La revolución del nacimiento (Granica, 2006), de Isabel Fernández del Castillo. El ensayo ilustra -y deplora- el catálogo de actuaciones médicas con las que se aborda protocolariamente la asistencia al parto en España. Un rosario de actuaciones rutinarias -rasurado genital y aplicación de un enema a la madre; monitorización inmovilizante de parturienta y feto durante la dilatación; perfusión de oxitocina para acelerar las contracciones; la obligación de parir tumbada boca arriba, o la realización sistemática de un corte en el periné- que, según la doctrina de la Organización Mundial de la Salud, no sólo son innecesarias de forma general, sino que pueden provocar más sufrimiento que seguridad a madre e hijo.

….La respuesta de los lectores fue fulminante. Más de 200 correos electrónicos y cartas inundaron la redacción. Madres traumatizadas por la asistencia “intervencionista y deshumanizada” a su parto. Médicos y sanitarios ofendidos reivindicando su trabajo “por la seguridad de madres e hijos”…..

Anestesia Peridural no Parto

I – anestesia peridural pode dificultar amamentação

II – Uma curta ”raportagem” da história do parto nos últimos séculos…

I

Parto com anestesia peridural pode dificultar amamentação, diz estudo

da France Presse, em Sydney

As mulheres que dão à luz com anestesia aplicada em injeção peridural (coluna) podem ter mais dificuldades para amamentar nos primeiros dias do que o daquelas que o fazem sem anestesia, indicou um estudo australiano. O estudo foi realizado com quase 1.300 mulheres e publicado no Jornal Internacional da Lactância.
Segundo os dados, o número de mulheres que deixam de amamentar durante os seis primeiros meses é duas vezes maior do que as que não tomam anestesia.
A epidemiologista Siranda Torvaldsen, da Universidade de Sydney, explica que 93% das mulheres envolvidas na pesquisa amamentavam os filhos na primeira semana.
“Descobrimos que, em um grupo de 1.280 mulheres, aquelas que o faziam apenas de maneira parcial ao fim da primeira semana, em geral, receberam uma anestesia peridural”, declarou.
O estudo também revelou que, além de fatores específicos, 72% das mães que tiveram parto natural continuavam amamentando seis meses depois –contra 53% do outro grupo.
Os autores do estudo explicaram que as substâncias contidas na anestesia podem provocar uma reação de sonolência no bebê, dificultando a amamentação nos primeiros dias.
“O mais importante é que as mães sejam corretamente informadas e aconselhadas para que saibam que se trata de um fenômeno temporário”, declarou Siranda Torvaldsen.

O sublinhado é meu.
Leia mais sobre a anestesia peridural na página Maternidade . Começa por um artigo de uma site que apoia os processos regulares hospitalares de nascimento; aí pode já ler informação médica sobre possíveis efeitos secundários da epidural. Esse artigo é seguido por explicações sobre as desvantagens desses processos em comparação com o parto natural, e sobre mais desvantagens da anestesia epidural.

II

 Esta má raportagem, revela um pouco o ”brincar” dos ”cientistas” e das ”autoridades”, jogando com questões de poder entre si, e manipulando o corpo e o sofrimento atróz da mulher a seu bel-prazer. A barbárie continua nesse artigo que coloco aqui apenas para demonstrar a sua ignorância: na verdade, chamar o uso da anestesia peridural como parto humanizado, é uma perversão do termo, ao serviço ainda de toda a espécie de interesses que não a mãe e a criança.

Por outro lado chamo também a atênção para esse facto referido no final do artigo, de que (isto é no Brasil, onde a cesariana – provavelmente sob influência americana – tem sido massivamente praticada por rotina, para despachar – acompanhada da moda de não amamentar as crianças) a anestesia peridural seja dada em todos os partos naturais em clínicas privadas, mas não às mães nos restantes hospitais, mesmo nos casos em que de facto ela seja necessária. Tudo isto pertence a um mundo de barbaridade, escondido por de trás das portas das salas de parto. É essa barbaridade que está a mudar.

Reportagem:  
Dar à luz sem sentir dor
Por Carolina Cantarino

 

Porquê dar à luz em casa

Aqui em baixo, publico uma cópia de um dos artigos de Ina May Gaskin, a mulher que é chamada a parteira mais famosa do mundo. Mais informação sobre ela, nos posts anteriores. (E tem a ligação para a site dela no ”blogroll” em Maternidade)

Articles

Home Birth—Why It’s Necessary
By Ina May Gaskin, CPM
Originally published by Ina May Gaskin Productions, 2007-01-14


Simply put, when there is no home birth in a society, or when home birth is driven completely underground, essential knowledge of women’s capacities in birth is lost to the people of that society—to professional caregivers, as well as to the women of childbearing age themselves. The disappearance of knowledge once commonly held paves the way for over-medicalization of birth and the risks which this poses. Nothing in medical literature today communicates the idea that women’s bodies are well designed for birth. Ignorance of the capacities of women’s bodies can flourish and quickly spread into popular culture when the medical profession is unable to distinguish between ancient wisdom and superstitious belief. To illustrate, I would cite a National Geographic article (1) which states that, “…we [humans] can give birth to babies with big brains, but only through great pain and risk.” The writer, depending upon the work of two U.S. anthropologists, explains that the fact that our species walks upright causes inevitable pain and risk during birth, forgetting how easily we can go to our hands and knees if need be.

I would have had no way to know how well healthy women’s bodies can work in labor and birth had I not experienced a rediscovery of women’s capacities in birth, along with several hundred other people, as we established a midwifery service in our newly founded community in 1970. Most people would have predicted that my diving headlong into attending home births for friends and then training a group of midwives to work with me would have ended in disaster, given that I came into midwifery only with the training afforded by two degrees in English literature. What happened instead is that I received timely and essential help from a few generous, wise physicians, and our service was able to help the first 186 women give birth vaginally (without instruments or other medical interventions) before our first cesarean was necessary. It was not until birth #324 that the second became necessary. All of this was accomplished without negative consequences to mothers or babies.

This degree of success is hard for many physicians to believe, because it runs counter to what they have been taught. For many decades, physicians have been taught that the female pelvis is often too small to permit the safe passage of a term baby through it. Still, over the last three and a half decades, more than 2400 births have been attended within our midwifery service, with our cesarean and instrumental delivery rates combined still below 2 percent, in sharp contrast to the U.S. cesarean rate, which is now nearly 30 percent and climbing.

The publication of our early data in my first book, Spiritual Midwifery, in 1975, helped to encourage the natural childbirth movement that began in North America during the late 1960s. (2) This movement caused U.S. hospitals to radically reassess their maternity care policies during the 1970s and 1980s, leading them, for the first time, to allow family members to be present at births; to allow women, for the first time, to choose midwives as birth attendants; and to change—again for the first time, their policy of mandatory episiotomy. The natural childbirth movement, which was greatly inspired by home birth pioneers, also had the effect of drastically reducing the incidence of forceps deliveries, which had previously been used in more than 40 percent of U.S. births.

Midwifery care blossomed in the U.S. because of the home birth movement, as women who didn’t themselves want home births but who did want care that did not involve routine and unnecessary medical interventions and practices, such as pubic shaving, enemas, being forced to remain still while lying supine during labor (the painful position possible) and often mandatory pain medication, wanted to be able to choose the midwifery model of care in the hospitals where they would give birth. Women themselves began to force these changes by opting for midwifery care and by insisting upon doula care. All of these transformations demonstrated both to laboring women and to their caregivers that women are fully capable of giving birth without the mandatory use of several interventions once considered by U.S. obstetricians to be not only important but essential to the health of mother or baby.

I have not yet mentioned the long list of techniques and practices common to home birth midwifery, which have made their way into progressive hospital maternity care practice. Among these are the use of water tubs for alleviation of pain during labor, the all-fours position (sometimes called the Gaskin maneuver) to resolve the serious complication of shoulder dystocia (3-5), upright positions for labor and birth, the safety of allowing almost all women to enter labor without induction, the use of nipple stimulation to release the body’s natural oxytocin to augment labor (6,7) and the possibility of sleeping, eating and drinking during labor. It is no exaggeration to say that none of these techniques would have been adopted into hospital practice, had it not been for their having first been developed and tested in the “laboratory” of home birth practice. Medical research is expensive and thus rarely focuses on preventive measures or those which don’t rely upon pharmaceutical or technological products.

Another extremely important concept that arises from home birth practice is the recognition of what I call “sphincter law.” (8) This concept describes the common phenomenon, which occurs often in women’s labors, in which stress sometimes causes the cervix, once dilated in labor, to suddenly close, or for labor to stop. Having first observed this phenomenon in the early years of my practice, I found that other midwifery colleagues working in and out of hospitals and many labor and delivery nurses were also familiar with it. We found that such cases could safely resolve themselves, without medical intervention, by waiting for labor to resume in less stressful circumstances. Looking deeper into medical books written during the period when home birth was the norm, I found many 19th century authors who had also documented this physiological phenomenon, which is dependent upon an imbalance of maternal hormones during labor which can take place when the woman feels greatly stressed during the birth process. If current medical knowledge included these concepts which it once did, fewer women would be subjected to the risks of induction drugs, the use of which has increased sharply over the last fifteen years—not always with good results. (9)

Of course, this is not to say that women should be required to have home births. However, the option to give birth in the place of choice should be open to those women who desire it, as long as their physical condition permits it as a safe choice. The body of knowledge available to all maternity caregivers depends upon a full range of choices being available to childbearing women.

Notes

1. Ackerman J. The downside of upright. National Geographic July 2006, 126-145.
2. Gaskin IM. Spiritual Midwifery (1975) Summertown, TN: The Book Publishing Company.

3. Meenan A and Gaskin IM, et al. A new (old) maneuver for the management of shoulder dystocia, The Journal of Family Practice, 1991: 32:625-29.

4. Bruner J and Gaskin IM, et al. All-fours maneuver for reducing shoulder dystocia, The Journal of Reproductive Medicine, 1998; 43:439-43.

5. Gabbe SG, Niebyl JR, and Simpson JL. Obstetrics: Normal & Problem Pregnancies, 4th ed. New York: Churchill Livingstone, 2002.

6. Curtis P. A comparison of breast stimulation and intravenous oxytocin for the augmentation of labor, Birth, June 1999; 26:115-122.

7. Curtis P. Breast Stimulation to Augment Labor: History, Mystery, and Culture. Birth, June 1999; 26: 123-6.

8. Gaskin, Ina May. Understanding birth and Sphincter Law, British Journal of Midwifery, Volume 12, Number 9, September 2004.
9. Wagner M. Born in the USA: How a Broken Maternity System Must Be Fixed to Put Women and Children First (2005) Berkeley, CA: University of California Press.


Recensões de”Spiritual Midwifery”

Porque estes comentários contêem informação, publico-os aqui.

Como a percentagem nos EU de nascimentos por cesariana é de 30%, e eu só posso confirmar isso pela experiência noutros países, onde a percentagem de cesarianas é sempre crescente, porque é ”rápido e prático”… podem assim compreender quais são as tendências médicas e hospitalares, assim como a importância de todo este movimento num sentido oposto. Neste momento, está a tornar-se um movimento, mas quando eu me interessava por isto nos anos 70, era radicalmente ostracizada por isso – mas ainda hoje. Também quando Ina May lutou pelo direito a um nascimento natural, era um acto revolucionário.

Não era uma nova maneira de ganhar mais dinheiro, ou de ganhar reconhecimento social. Muito pelo contrário.

Concordo com a informação que se segue, e direi mais quando completar o post anterior: entretanto, podem ir lendo:

Spiritual Midwifery, Fourth Edition, November 6, 2006

Reviewer: Kathy Ardekani “Kathy Ardekani” (Boothwyn, PA) – See all my reviews
(REAL NAME)

I recommend reading this book to all parents interested in having a natural birth.

Ina May and her husband Stephen began `The Farm’ in the early 1970’s. The birth stories in Spiritual Midwifery come from women’s experiences on The Farm. The Farm statistics include (as of the year 2000) 2028 births of those births 95.1% of all babies were born in the home, 4.9% were transported to the hospital and only 1.3% were emergency transports. This book is based on the over 2000 births that have taken place on `The Farm’.

In the USA over 30% of all women give birth through surgical procedure called a Cesarean Section. Ina May’s book gives support to the fact that birth is not a medical procedure. Spiritual Midwifery speaks to the normalcy of birth and explains why no more than 5-10% of women need a Cesarean Section to deliver babies. Ina touches on topics such as tests given during pregnancy, natural birth, complications that may arise and how to manage them in and out of hospital setting and most importantly the book provides factual and time-proven information.

Spiritual Midwifery is on the bookshelf of most Midwives and homebirth Midwives. If you are looking to have your questions and concerns addressed and answered this is the book to read. If you wish to buy just one book, this is the one.

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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:

Great book written by great people., October 30, 2006

Reviewer: K. Goesmann -

This book was a gateway for me into homebirth. I knew nothing of it until I ran across this book. I admit this book is not for the mainstream. You can’t be narrow minded and accept this book. This book is an amazing collection of stories written for decades chronicalling the births of their community. A community of people who ARE extremely well educated. This book gives tons of information needed for homebirth besides the birth stories. The language is a little far out but come on, it was written in the late 70’s by hippies. What do you expect? They also happen to be very comfortable and familiar with their body parts and bodily functions those parts have. We are all grown ups, right?
PS I just gave birth there and it is just like they say in the book! Maybe even better…

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21 of 23 people found the following review helpful:

A book for EVERYWOMAN!, July 14, 1999

Reviewer: Marion “dragonfly80@hotmail.com” (Louisiana) – See all my reviews
(TOP 1000 REVIEWER)

I bought this book in 1975 and have read it many times since. To the Florida reviewer: Being “stoned” during labor is not about drugs, it’s about being divinely, serenely aware of the life force! This book is so much more than a book about having babies. It’s about living life moment by moment; it’s about loving your children; it’s about being here now. I wish every man and woman in America would have to read this book before they had a child. It’s life changing!

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Very Soothing for a First-Time Pregnant Woman, April 5, 2007

Reviewer: Robin Glenski (Sheridan, Or) – See all my reviews
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I am currently seven months pregnant and recently borrowed this book from my friend. I was starting to get a little freaked out about giving birth (this is my first baby), until I read this book.

I loved the simple and matter-of-fact way that Ina May describes things. And I LOVED the birth stories! Just by reading women’s experiences with birth, though some were difficult, I saw how rewarding giving birth could be and how not scary it really is.

I recommended this book to another one of my friends who is the unoffical “doula” of our group and she loved it. Last I heard, she had recommended it to at least five people.

I really advocate reading this book if you are pregnant or are going to be assisting someone in giving birth. Knowledge is power and this book has a lot of knowledge in it. I even would tell you to read the section just for midwives at the back.

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O toque e o parto

Nota: Esta mensagem está por terminar, pois perdi-a depois de a ter escrito, e preciso de esperar uns dias até a poder escrever de novo.

Escrevo esta mensagem baseando-me numa crítica feita ao livro, a única negativa, posto que, assim se pode esclarecer muito sobre o livro ”Spiritual Midwifery”

4 of 21 people found the following review helpful:

Puh-lease . . . felt like was I reading an erotic novel, July 5, 2006

 

First, I am a very open-minded person, raised by a hippy/Biker family. I really expected to identify with this book. While I appreciate the what Ina May’s movement accomplished during its time, I felt like the book was almost a joke–verging more on detailing accounts of an occult community–A community of people living on old school buses in the woods, delivering each other’s babies.

The language is terrible—everything is described as “psychedelic,” etc–one woman even referred to her female parts using the big “p” word. While they try to add a personal touch by including individual narrations, it sounds more like a compilation of uneducated people describing their birth stories the way they were pressured to believe—NOBODY mentions feeling pain during labor. Honestly, I feel that the pressure of the community was so intense they wouldn’t have admitted to pain if they could.

Also, many of the accounts were extremely erotic—couple are encouraged to fondle one another during labor to keep connected and relaxed. In some accounts, a couple would be making out, while a midwife would massage the birthing mother in her “laboring parts”–turning the woman on and keeping her relaxed. Not my cup of tea.
I had so little respect for the lifestyle and the language of the people that I didn’t get much out of the book.

Hahahahha! Isto, é a perversão: a mentalidade desta senhora. Era o que A.S. Neill lhe teria dito, há uns anos atrás; E eu, agora.

Infelizmente, acabei de experimentar aqui um botão qualquer errado que me levou todo um texto que acabei de escrever! Detesto ter que repetir coisas, mas enfim, quando me voltar a paciência, cá voltarei. Ainda por cima estava justamente a começar a gozar um bocadinho, e o texto não ‘tava malzito de todo…

Tenho tantos posts para fazer sobre este tema que se continuasse como queria, para acabar por agora, não faria mais nada…. toda a Páscoa.

”Spiritual Midwifery” I

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1570671044/inamaygaskina-20

Incrível. Encontrei o link para o livro ”Spiritual Midwifery”, o qual pensei que nunca mais veria, (emprestei-o…), por ter ouvido boatos há muitos anos de que a ”Farm” já não existiria,etc.. Este livro, que me acompanhou na adolescência – antes de eu ter qualquer contacto com a gravidez… é o segundo livro mais importante que eu conheci, sobre o parto, a seguir ao ”Nascimento sem Violência” de Leboyer. Com muitas fotografias, e descrições de partos, dar-lhe-á algumas ideias preciosas. Aliás, esse livro será mais real para si durante o parto, do que o de Leboyer, que pouco tem a ver com o seu trabalho, que é tanto, como sabemos. O livro de Leboyer é um poema à sensibilidade e vulnerabilidade do ser humano; manda o mundo cego tratar o bébé com amor. Mas antes disso há que o pôr cá fora, e é disso que estamos a falar.

Mesmo quem não se identifique com os hyppies da ”Farm”, deve saber que a maioria da mudança das ideias que médicos e outros académicos estão a começar a ter sobre o Nascimento, se deve na maioria a pioneiros como as parteira da ”Farm”! É uma questão de justiça e coerência, de rigor e exactidão… reconhecer e nomear as nossas fontes de compreensão e conhecimento. Ina May também não seria a primeira, e no seu livro ela não escondeu outras fontes.

O que me interessa, não é de forma alguma fazer publicidade a Ina May. O que me interessa é uma revolução do dar à Luz. Porque a gravidez e o parto, são o início da sim ou não crueldade… Leboyer escreveu ”nascimento sem violêcia”; mas, nascimento sem violência é a condição não suficiente, no entanto, necessária, para uma Terra sem violência. Essa, é a minha visão e a minha certeza.

Em tudo isto, para uma portuguesa, é também necessário realizar uma coisa:

Contrariamente àquilo que resmungamos continuamente há pelo menos um século, a ideia de que lá fora é tudo bom, e em Portugal, é tudo atrasado, é uma ideia falsa. Em relação ao parto, também. Por exemplo existem muitos países onde nem sequer existem maternidades; todos os nascimentos são nos hospitais. Que crime acabarmos com as maternidades. O que devemo é melhorá-las, torná-las mais próximas de um local sagrado e especial para um parto belo e digno. Talvez ainda não estejamos ”assim muito avançados” no crime que fazem a maioria dos outros países de fazer cesarianas a torto e a direito, episetomias por rotina, e outras práticas de intervenção e perturbação do parto natural, por ignorância, e para que tudo seja feito mais rápido, com consequência desastrosas para a mãe. Também em Portugal não se retiram as crianças de ao pé das mães, enquanto que tal é ou era rotina em vários países aos quais chamamos ”avançados”. Também amamentar foi coisa que se tornou, noutros países, a excepção à regra… imagine-se! É verdade que se você souber tudo o que há para aprender nestes livros, e for a um hospital ou maternidade portuguesa – sobretudo se tentar exigir certas condições, e fizer a sua parte, tudo se pode passar de forma razoável. Mas pode crer, faz toda a diferença saber a sua parte, e sobretudo, o quanto pode ser a sua parte.

E além disso, não quer devorar tudo o que tenha a ver com o assunto? Não é apaixonante?

Hello world! Maternidade

Maternidade

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Autor: José Sobral de Almada Negreiros (1893 – 1970)
Século: XX
Ano: 1935
Tipo: óleo sobre tela

 

Dimensões: 100 x 100 cm
Local: Centro de Arte Moderna (Lisboa)

 

 

Considero desde longa data, a transformação da forma como compreendemos o acto de dar à Luz, e do nascimento, sem violência – condição necessária para a transição e evolução do ser humano, isto é, condição da sua chegada à Ilha dos Amores. A experiência confirmou e comprovou a verdade e realidade dessa convicção.

Publico aqui na íntegra, o indispensável livro de Frederick Leboyer ”Nascimento sem violência”. Está desde os anos 70 traduzido em português, e editado salvo erro pela D.Quixote. Não tenho o livro à mão, e sei que não o encontra nas livrarias, mas o mais provável é puder encomendá-lo.

Hoje em dia, para além de ler livros dedicados a este assunto, pode encontrar apoio para um parto diferente e melhor, contactando a Associação das doulas portuguesas (da qual darei mais referências no futuro) – penso que poderá encontrar grande amparo, conhecimento e compreensão na preparação para o parto.

Não está doente, muito pelo contrário, é portadora do milagre Vida! A outra sua Mestra, e ajuda numa boa gravidez e parto será sempre: a Natureza. Mas para isso é preciso uma longa aprendizagem…

Veja por favor este meu blog e página como uma site em construção… e volte um dia – pois quando eu puder hei-de procurar melhorar a informação disponível, e, se for o caso, os desejos de um maravilhoso nascimento, e maternidade.

Birth without Violence

by Frederick Leboyer

photo of baby. They are all pics of babies...Part One

1

“To be born is to suffer.”
– GAUTAMA”Do you think babies like being born?”
“What do you mean, like to be born?”
“Exactly what I said. Do you think children are
happy to come into this world?”
“Happy? But a newborn baby doesn’t feel anything.
So it’s neither happy nor unhappy.”
“How do you know that?”
“Well, it’s obvious. Everyone knows that.”
“That’s not much of a reason, is it?”
“I suppose you’re right. But all the same, they
don’t really see or hear properly, do they?”
“And that makes you think they don’t feel anything either?”
“Of course, they don’t.”
“Then why do they cry so bitterly?”
“Well, that’s to expand their lungs, isn’t it?”
“Expand their lungs! That hardly explains it.
My goodness, don’t tell me you’ve never heard a
newborn baby cry!”
“Yes, of course I have. But that doesn’t necessarily mean
he’s suffering.”
“Do you think he’s expressing his pleasure, his delight at
being with us?”
“I don’t think it’s either of those things. I
told you, babies don’t feel anything.”
“And what makes you so sure? If I may ask once more.
“Well, for a start, they’re so small. I mean, at
that age …
“How can an intelligent person like you say that!
As if size had anything to do with it. Small!
As for age, have you forgotten that, the younger you
are, the more intensely you feel? Young children
suffer agonies about things that seem quite trivial
to us because they feel a thousand times more than
we do. This is the blessing and at the same time
the curse of their heightened sensitivity.”
“Well, you could be right. But, all the same, it’s
still hard to understand that they can feel, I mean
there is no real consciousness at that stage, is there?”
“Consciousness? You mean they have no soul?”
“No, no. I don’t mean a soul. I don’t know anything
about the soul.”
“But, consciousness? You know about consciousness?
Wonderful! At last I have found someone who can
explain this great mystery to me. My friend, I am
on my knees. Tell me, please tell me. What is
consciousness?”
“Well . . . actually . . . well, you see,
well . . . consciousness . . .”

2

Let’s not continue this discussion.
Arguing is refusing to see things as they are.
Things, that is to say, facts.
The simple fact is that as soon as a child is
born he starts to cry and how bitterly.
And although this is very strange, it is the one
thing that delights everyone there.
“How beautifully my child cries!”
exclaims the happy mother, thrilled and amazed that
something so little can make so much noise. Does this crying simply mean that all the reflexes
are normal and that the machine works?
So man is nothing but a machine?
Or could the cries be trying to express some pain,
some terrible sorrow.
If the baby is crying with such intensity doesn’t it
mean that he’s suffering terribly?
Could childbirth be as distressing for the child as
for the mother?
And if so, does anyone care?
It doesn’t seem so, judging by the way we treat
the new arrival.

Alas, it seems a deeply rooted idea that “it”
doesn’t see anything, “it” doesn’t hear anything.
How, then, could “it” feel anything like sorrow
or pain?
The answer is simple:
“it” cries, “it” screams,
in short,
“it”
is an object.

And what if, by any chance,
“it”
is already
a person?

3

The newborn baby … a person?
Now, really.
Medical books will tell you quite the opposite.
Books …
How often does the scientific truth of one day become
the lie of the next.
So how do we know what is what?
Looking at the facts,
that is to say, asking the person concerned, the
child, might give us the answer.
The trouble is that a newborn baby can’t speak.
And yet when you think of all the noise they make,
it’s hard to say they cannot express themselves.
If a Chinese man breaks his leg, although you may not
speak a word of Chinese, you can understand his
screaming perfectly.
And when it comes to screaming, who in the world
can scream like a newborn baby?And if you won’t take my word for it,
see for yourself

4

What else is there to say?
The tragic forehead, the screaming mouth, these
closed eyes, clenched eyebrows, these desperate,
pleading, outstretched hands, these feet,
furiously kicking, the legs curled up to protect
the tender stomach, this flesh which is nothing but
a mass of spasms, jolts.
How could you say that a baby doesn’t speak when
with his whole being he’s protesting:
“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Leave me
alone!”
And at the same time begging:
“Help me! Somebody please help me!”Has there ever been such despair in one voice?
This child is in agony.
But nobody even hears it.
Isn’t that extraordinary?

5

“Do you mean to say that … the reason this baby is
crying so bitterly … do you think he’s trying to
tell us . . .”
“Your mind will use any trick in order to block out
what it really means to be born.
Looking at the pictures we’ve seen, people might say:
‘But that’s not a normal birth. This baby is being
tortured by sadists!’
Sadists?
No.
Just ordinary people like you and me.
And if you don’t believe me,
just look. Just see.”

6

The Holy Family.
In its modern version, that is.
A child has just been born. The mother and father
look on delightedly. Even the young obstetrician
smiles. The same look of wonder and happiness
lights up all their faces.
Everyone is radiant with happiness.
Everyone except the child.
The child?
You hadn’t even noticed the child, had you?Oh no! This can’t be true!
This mask of indescribable agony, these hands
clutching, clinging onto this head, like someone
struck by lightning, shattered, who at any moment
is going to fall to the ground, like a mortally
wounded soldier.

This . . . a birth?
It’s a murder.

And in the midst of all this suffering,
the parents . . . in rapture!

But it can’t be true!
No! It can’t be true!
And yet, it is true.
Yes, this is birth

for the child.

7

Isn’t it amazing how blind we can be?
Let us try to understand why.
Actually it is simple.
Take the young doctor; what is he smiling about?
The happy child?
Not exactly.
“His” delivery has been a success. Mother and baby
are doing well, so this man is pleased.
Pleased with himself’ that is to say.
And the mother?
Blissfully happy as she smiles at her baby.
Maybe she’s smiling because it’s over.
She’s done it!
She’s very relieved, and more than anything, she’s
proud.
Proud of herself most probably.
The father?
This man who has more than likely never done very much
out of the ordinary, has managed to produce (or so he
is thinking!) a son and heir!
A small heir who’s going to carry on the accomplishments
of his parents!
Of course he’s proud!In fact, you could say everyone is delighted.
All delighted with themselves,
except …
the child.

8

Isn’t it a tragedy?
We should be crying tears of shame, crying for our own
blindness.
The same blindness that made us think women had to
suffer simply because we didn’t know any better.
Happily we no longer believe in the old saying:
“In pain shall ye give birth.”
Isn’t it time to do for the child what we’ve been
trying to do for the mother?

9

But what can be done for this poor child?
Are we to look to the amazing advances in modern
technology for the answer?
No. Quite the contrary.
It was only when we asked what caused a woman to suffer
when she gives birth that we began to see it was
her FEAR that made her fight and tighten up, lock
herself into the vicious circle:
the more pain, the more fear,
the more fear, the more pain.
With the same simple approach let’s try and
understand what makes the child suffer.


Part Two

1

To be born is to suffer.
Birth is pain.
For the woman, as we all know, and for the child
as we have forgotten.
Now that we are finally aware of it, let us try to
understand why.
What is it that makes being born such a horror?

2

The nightmare of being born is not so
much the pain as the fear.
For the baby, the world is a terrifying place.
It is the vastness, the enormity of the whole
experience of being born which so terrifies this little traveller.
Blindly, madly, we assume that the newborn baby feels
nothing.
In fact, he feels . . . everything.
Everything, totally, completely, utterly,
and with a sensitivity we can’t even begin to
imagine.
Birth is a tempest, a tidal wave of sensations
and he doesn’t know what to make of them.
Sensations are felt more acutely, more strongly by the child,
because they are all new, and because his skin is
so fresh, so tender,
while our blunted deadened senses have
become indifferent.
The result of age, or maybe of habit.

3

Let’s begin with sight.
A newborn baby cannot see.
Or so we are told in books, and have come to believe.
Otherwise, we could never
shine a light straight into the eyes of a newborn baby
as we do.
What if we were to lower the lights as the child is being
born?
But why lower lights for someone who
is blind?Blind?
Maybe it is time that
we
opened our eyes.

If we did, what might we see?
Just as the head emerges, while the body is still
prisoner, the child opens his eyes wide. Only to
close them again instantly, screaming, a look of
indescribable suffering on his tiny
face.

Are we trying to brand our children with the marks of
suffering, of violence
by blinding them as we do with dazzling lights?
What goes on before a bullfight?
How is a furious charging bull produced, mad with
pain and rage?

He is locked up in the pitch dark for a week
then chased out into the blinding light of the arena.
Of course he charges! He’s got to kill!
Perhaps there lurks a murderer in the heart of
every man as well. Is it surprising?

4

Now hearing.
Do you imagine a newborn child is deaf?
No more than he’s blind.
By the time he arrives in this world he’s been
aware of sound for a long time. He already
knows many sounds from the universe which is his mother’s
body:
intestines rumbling, joints cracking,
and that spellbinding rhythm, the heartbeat,
even nobler, grander,
the throbbing undercurrent, the swell,
sometimes the storm
that is “her” breath.
Then . . . “her” voice, unique in
its quality, its mood, its accent, its inflections.
Out of all of which is woven, as it were, this child.
From a great distance come the sounds of the
outside world.
What a symphony!But remember that all these sounds are muffled,
filtered, cushioned by the waters.
So that once the child is out of the water, how the
world roars!
Voices, cries, any small sounds in the room
are like a thousand thunderclaps to the unhappy
child!
It is only because we are unaware, or because we have
forgotten how acute the sensitivity of a newborn baby is
that we dare talk at the top of our voices or even, at times,
shout out orders in a delivery room.

Where we should be as spontaneously and respectfully
silent as we are in a forest or a church.

5

Now we begin to suspect what a calamity,
what a disaster it can be to be born,
to arrive suddenly into the midst of all this
ignorance, all this unintentional cruelty.
What about the newborn baby’s skin?
This timorous skin that quivers at the slightest
touch, this skin that knows if what approaches is
friend or foe and can start to tremble,
this skin, raw as an open wound, which until this moment
has known nothing but the caress of the friendly
waves lapping it.
What is in store for it now?
Roughness, insensitivity
the macabre deadness of surgical gloves,
the coldness of aluminium surfaces,
the towels, stiff with starch.
So the newborn baby screams,
and we
laugh delightedly.

6

Once the scales begin to fall from our eyes
and we become aware
of the torture we’ve made of birth,
something in us cannot but shout
“Stop! Just stop!”Hell is no abstraction.
It exists.
Not as a possibility in some other world at
the end of our days,
but here and now, right at the start.
Who would be surprised to learn that such visions
of horror haunt us for the rest of our days?

Is that it then?
Is that the extent of the torture?
No.

There is fire, which burns the skin, scalds the eyes,
engulfs the whole being, as if this poor baby had
to swallow this fire.
Think back to your first cigarette, or your
first whiskey, and remember the tears it brought
to your eyes, how your choking breath protested.
Such a memory might begin to help you understand how
the baby feels drawing in his first gulp of air.
Of course the baby screams, his whole being
struggling to expel this vicious fire,
to fight bitterly this precious air, which is
the very substance of life!

So it all begins with a “No!”
to life itself

7

If even that were the end of the suffering,
the pain.
But it isn’t.No sooner is the child born, than we grasp his feet
and dangle him upside down in mid-air!
To get a sense of the unbearable
vertigo the child experiences, we must go
back a bit, back to the womb.

8

In the womb the child’s life unfolded like
a play in two acts;
two seasons, as different as summer from
winter.
In the beginning, the “golden age.”
The embryo, a tiny plant, budding, growing
and one day becoming a fetus.
From vegetable to animal; movement appears,
spreading from the little trunk outward, to the extremities.
The little plant has learned to move its branches,
the fetus is now enjoying his limbs.
Heavenly freedom!
Yes, this is the golden age!
This little being is weightless; free of all shackles,
all worries.
Carried weightless by the waters,
he plays,
he frolics,
he gambols,
light as a bird,
flashing as quickly, as brilliantly as a fish.

In his limitless kingdom,
in his boundless freedom,
as if’ passing through the immensity of time,
he tries on all the robes,
he tastes and enjoys all the forms
which Life has dreamed up for Itself.

Alas, why must it be that everything must become
its own opposite?
This is, unfortunately,
the Law,
to which all things must bow.
So it is that, dancing in tune to this Universal
Breath,
Night leads towards Day,
Spring to Winter.
It is the inevitable law that turns the enchanted
garden where the child once played so freely
into a garden of shadows and sorrow.

During the first half of pregnancy the egg
(that is to say the membranes which surround and contain
the fetus, and the waters in which he swims) has
been growing more quickly than the child.
But from now on the reverse becomes true:
the fetus is now growing much bigger, becoming
a little child.
The egg does the opposite. It has achieved its own
perfection and hardly grows any more.

Because he is growing so large, one day the child
comes upon something solid: the walls of the uterus,
and learns for the first time that his kingdom has
boundaries.
Because he keeps on growing, the space around him
becomes more and more confined.
His world seems to be closing in on him,
gripping him in its clutches.
The former absolute monarch must now reckon with the
law!
Careless freedom, golden hours!
My foolish youth!
Where have you gone?
Why have you left me?

The child, once his own master, now becomes a
prisoner.
Immured.
And what a prison.
Not only do the walls press in on him,
squashing him from all sides,
but the floor is coming up to meet him,
even as the ceiling is descending slowly,
relentlessly, forcing his neck to bend.
What is there for him to do but bow his head in submission,
accept this abasement.
And wait.

9

But one day he is rewarded for his
humility.
To his surprise the grip is now an embrace.
The walls are suddenly alive, and the clutch has become
a caress!
What’s happening?
His fear is changing into pleasure!
Now he revels in the very sensations that first made
him tremble.
When they come he quivers with pleasure,
curves his back,
bends his head
and waits,
but this time, with anticipation, with wonder.What is happening?…
What is the reason for all this?
Contractions.
The contractions of the final month of pregnancy,
warming the uterus, preparing it for its new role.

But then one day …
the gentle waves lash into a storm .
and there is anger in this embrace!
It’s grinding, crushing, instead of holding,
cherishing!
The once pleasant game has become horrible. . .
It’s not being caressed, it’s being hunted.
I thought you loved me,
but now you’re squeezing me, killing me,
pushing me down.
You want me to die,
to launch myself into . . . this emptiness,
this bottomless pit!

With all the strength he can muster,
the child resists.
Not to leave, not to go, not to jump …
anything … but not this void.
He’s fighting not to be cast out, not to be expelled,
and of course he’s going to lose.

His back stiffens, his head hunches down
into his shoulders,
his heart thumps as if it will break, the child
is nothing but a mass of terror.
The walls are closing in on him like a
wine press crushing grapes.
His prison has become
a passageway,
which is turning into a funnel.

As for his terror, which is limitless,
it has turned into rage.
Animated by rage,
he’s going to attack.
These walls are trying to kill me,
they must give way!
And these walls are . .
my mother!
My mother who carried me,
who loved me!

Has she gone mad?
Or have I?
This monster won’t let go.
My head, oh my poor head,
this poor head which bears the brunt
of all this misery.
It’s going to explode.

The end is in sight.
It must mean death.
How can he know, this poor, unhappy child,
that the darker the gloom, the obscurity,
the closer he is to reaching
the light, the very light of life!

10

It is then that everything seems to
become chaos!
The walls have released me, the prison, the dungeon
has vanished.
Nothing!
Has the entire universe exploded?
No.
I am born …
and around me,
the void.Freedom, unbearable freedom.
Before, everything was crushing me, killing me, but at
least I had shape, I had some form!
Prison, I cursed you!
Mother, oh my mother, where are you?
Without you, where am I?
If you are gone
I no longer exist.
Come back, come back to me,
Hold me! Crush me!
So that I may be!

11

Fear always strikes from behind.
The enemy always attacks you from the rear.
The child is wild with anxiety
for the simple reason that he is not being held
any more.
His back, which has been curled up for months,
which the contractions have drawn taut as a bow,
is suddenly released,
like a bow having let fly its arrow.
But what a shock!
To calm, reassure and pacify the
terrified child, we must gather up his little body,
hold it back from the void, save it from this unwanted
liberty, which he cannot yet taste or enjoy,
because it came all at once, and far too quickly.
We must help him the same way we regulate the air
pressure
for a deep sea diver who has surfaced too fast.What fools we are!
Instead of gathering up the little body,
we hang it by its feet, leaving it swinging in the void.
As for the head, this poor head,
which has borne the brunt of the catastrophe,
we let it dangle, and give the poor child the sense
that everything is whirling, spinning,
that the universe holds nothing but unbearable vertigo.

12

Next, where do we put this martyr, this child
who comes from the security, the warmth of the womb?
we put him onto
the freezing harshness of the scales!
Steel, hard and cold, cold as ice,
cold which burns like fire.
A sadist couldn’t do better.
The baby screams louder and louder.
Yet everyone else is in rapture.
“Listen! Listen to him cry!” they say,
delighted at all the noise he’s making.Then he’s off again.
Carried by his heels of course.
Another trip, more vertigo.
He’s put somewhere on a table and we abandon him, but not
for long.
Now for the drops.
It wasn’t enough to stab his eyes with light
directed right onto his face, now we’ve got something
even worse in store for him.
Since we are the adults, we are the stronger,
we decide .

13

Of course, we prevail.
We force the tender eyelids open,
to apply a few drops of burning liquid….
Drops.
Drops of fire, supposed to protect him from an
infection long since eradicated.
As if he knows what’s coming,
he struggles like one possessed,
he squeezes his eyelids tightly together
trying desperately to protect himself.

14

Then he’s left on his own.
Adrift in this incomprehensible, insane, hostile
world,
which seems bent on destroying him.
Escape! Escape!
Suddenly an amazing thing happens:
at the limit of his tears, the limit of his breath,
at the limit of his misery, the newborn finds a way
to escape.
Not that his legs can take him anywhere, but
he can flee to within himself
Arms and legs clasped, curled up into a ball,
almost as though he were a fetus again.
He has rejected his birth, and the world as well.
He’s back in paradise,
willing prisoner in a symbolic womb.

15

But his precious moments of peace don’t last
long.
He must be elegant, reflect well on his mother!
So for her sake he is squeezed into those implements of
torture we call clothes.

16

The glass has been drained to its dregs.
The worn-out, defeated child gives up.
He lets himself fall back into the arms of his only
friend,
his one refuge:
sleep.

17

This torture, this slaughter of an innocent,
this murder
is what we have made of birth.
But how naive, how innocent to imagine
no trace will remain;
that one could emerge unscathed, unmarked, from
such an experience.
The scars are everywhere:
in our flesh, our bones, our backs,
our nightmares, our madness,
and all the insanity, the folly of this world -
its tortures, its wars, its prisons.Of what else do all our myths and legends cry,
all our holy scriptures,
if not of this tragic odyssey.

Birth Without Violence

by Frederick Leboyer

Part Three
The answer is in the question

1

We were wondering about how best to prepare the
child…
Now we can see it’s not the child who needs
to be prepared.
It is ourselves.
It is our eyes that need to open,
our blindness that has to stop.
If we used just a little intelligence,
how simple things could be.

2

In short, everything begins in paradox.
The child was in prison,
and as soon as he’s free,
he yells!
This, they say, often happens to prisoners.
We open the cell doors,
and the freedom makes the prisoners disoriented,
goes to their heads!
In fact, they begin to behave as if they missed
their cells, their jail, and would prefer to be locked up
again!
And unconsciously they do everything they
can to find themselves once more safely behind bars!
In the same way, seeing the newborn baby panic-stricken
by his freedom, you feel like saying:
“Why are you crying?
You are absolutely miserable when you should be
rejoicing!
Try and understand what’s happened,
so you can enjoy your new freedom!
See how you can stretch yourself’
play and move around!
What are you crying about?”At that point everything seems to be in a state of
complete confusion, almost impossible to repair.
And yet it is all very simple.
As we shall see.

To communicate we must speak to the child in a language
he can understand, one which doesn’t rely on words
and yet may be understood by anyone.
Love.
Speak … the language of love … to a newborn!
Why, yes, of course!
How else do lovers communicate?
They don’t say anything, they simply touch.
Because they are modest and shy, they shun the
light,
prefer darkness, night.
In obscurity, in silence, they
reach for each other, wrapping their arms around
each other, they re-create the old prison,
in which they feel safe, protected
from the world outside.
Their hands speak,
and it is their bodies that understand.

So this is the way to talk to the newborn:
in silence and darkness,
with gentle but loving hands,
that reassure and move slowly,
and in time with his breathing.

But let us go step by step,
sense by sense as it were.

3

Let us begin with sight.
Like lovers, let’s turn down the lights.
Who could make love under a spotlight?
Therefore let’s keep only the least light – a candle
for instance – for the sake of the doctor’s vision.
How peaceful, how calming this half light is,
and so much in keeping with the mother’s own inner
silence.

4

Now hearing.
Nothing could be simpler; all we have to do is
remain silent.
Simple?
Perhaps it’s not as easy as it sounds at first.
The mind is so noisy.
It is not always easy to stay silent in the company
of others.
One has a tendency to think of something and feel impelled
to say it.
Yet it is only if we pay attention to the other,
and to our own depths, that we will experience that
something beyond words.
But silence is not something that comes spontaneously
to us, rather we must search for this and call it up
from deep within us.
In fact, the first women who experienced
silence in childbirth found it so new that they were
disturbed, even frightened.As the end of labour is approaching, there should be
very few words spoken in the room.
In the quiet you can feel that you are coming
very close to something of gravity.
The silence will be like the hush that settles over the room
of someone who is dying.
Perhaps it is the same threshold we cross,
whether coming or going.

Such an almost tangible silence has a most powerful
effect on the child, although how or why cannot
be explained.
Yet it dispels the panic,
holds back the fear that was waiting to
surge up within the child.
Of course, at times it is necessary to say something,
to give an instruction.
This must be whispered, almost
inaudible.
When we first attempted this,
our hushed voices took women so completely by
surprise, that they were overtaken
by panic. In this intense
silence all the mothers could hear . . . was that
they couldn’t hear anything!
The children responded spontaneously to
this tranquillity.

But the mothers’ eyes, as they darted from one
face to another, begging for an answer,
told of the women’s surprise.
Unable to hold back, they burst out:
“Why isn’t my baby crying?”
It was agonising.
It was astounding. It was heartbreaking.
“Why isn’t my baby crying?”
It was like the cry of an inconsolable child whose toy was
not what he had been hoping for.

We had not thought it necessary to tell the
mothers beforehand that their babies probably would
not cry.
And because this silence seemed so pleasing to us,
it had never occurred to us that it might frighten
the mothers.
But
“My child isn’t alive!” would wail the despairing
voice.
It was ludicrous.
“Your child is fine!” we would whisper.
The whispering made things worse.
“What are you whispering about? Is my baby dead?

Oh, no! My baby is dead!”
Dead! Even as the child was wriggling and moving
on her belly.
“Stop!” we would say. “Dead people don’t move!
Can’t you feel your child moving; can’t you sense
how happy he is?”
But our words went unheard.

All this made us realise that we should have
explained to the mother what was going to
happen. A silent happy newborn is so
new and unexpected, it goes completely
against accepted ideas.

So we tried, although a bit late, to explain
the silence: that it was maintained out of
respect for the child, out of concern for his ears,
that we were quiet because we didn’t want to frighten
him with our loud voices. We tried to explain to the
mothers that it is no more necessary for her child to
be born suffering and screaming, than it is that
she go through hell in order to give birth.
Our explanations came too late. Their eyes remained
full of doubt, of regret!

5

This education, this initiation into silence is
just as necessary for all those who
attend the woman when she’s giving birth: the
obstetrician, the midwife, the nurses.
People tend to speak loudly in delivery rooms,
often shouting their words of encouragement:
“Come on, push! Push!”
Which is a complete mistake.
Intended as encouragement, these loud exhortations
are instead most disturbing
for the mother.
For a woman in labour is in
what might be called an altered state of
consciousness, and hypersensitive to
the slightest noise or movement around her.

6

Darkness, or almost, and . . . silence.
A profound peace settles in the room.
You can feel the respect which naturally
attends the arrival of a baby.
One doesn’t shout in a church.
One spontaneously lowers one s voice.
If there is such a thing as a sanctified place, surely
it is the room the child is about to enter.Subdued light, silence . . . what else is needed?
Patience.
Or rather, the sense that one should slow down
and thereby enter into another rhythm; the profound
rhythm of life,
to which the mother has spontaneously become attuned,
and which is also the tempo of the child.

Unless you have re-created this incredible languor
in your own body, it is impossible to understand
birth. Impossible to meet the newborn on his terms.
In order to reach this deep understanding, to arrive at
a place where you can meet the child, you have to, as it
were, step out of time.
Step out of our time.
Meaning our strong, familiar sense
of how time is flowing, of the apparent speed, with which
for us, it seems to flow.
Our sense of time, and the time sense of the
newborn baby are practically irreconcilable.
The one is a state of near stasis,
the other state, ours, is often a frenzied restlessness,
close to madness.
Besides, we adults are never “here.”
We are always somewhere else.

In the past, in our memories.
In the future, in our plans.
We’re always looking back, at what is gone,
or ahead, at what is yet to happen.
Never focusing on “here and now!”
Yet if we have any hope of rediscovering the newborn
baby,
we must step outside of our own furiously running time.
Which seems impossible.
How can we step out of time?
How can we escape its fast and furious flow?
The only way is by trying to be fully with the present
moment.
Yes, to be here and now, as if there were no yesterday, no
tomorrow.
To allow any thought that the moment
will end, that another appointment awaits,
is enough to break the spell.
As usual, everything is very simple.
And apparently impossible.
How can we reconcile the irreconcilable?
How can finite combine with infinite?
It can only happen if we open completely to the other,
which means completely forgetting oneself

7

Now the stage is set.
The lights are dimmed.
The curtain may rise.
The child can make his entrance.
At last he is here.

8

Head first, and then his shoulders, one after the
other.
Either all this happens naturally, or some help is
needed at this critical moment.
As soon as the head is out the child wants to draw breath,
which is impossible for him because his chest is still
imprisoned in his mother’s body.
If the shoulders are stuck, his progress
comes to a halt, and help is needed quickly,
because anguish is building up furiously in
the child.
How can we help?
By sliding a finger under the child’s armpit we can help
the rotation of his body and liberate the little prisoner.
Then, holding him under both arms we hoist him
out, as if pulling him from a well, and put him
straight onto his mother’s belly.
Most important of all, we never, never, at any time
touch his head.He’s lying on his mother’s belly.
And where better to receive the child, this
belly. It is the exact shape to receive
the baby. When he was within, it was rounded and convex,
it has now become hollow, and waits like a nest to cradle
the child.
Soft and supple, it moves with
the rhythm of the mother’s breathing,
and the living warmth of her body makes it
the perfect place for the newborn to be.
Finally, and this is most important, because the
baby remains so near to her, the umbilical cord can remain
intact.

9

Cutting the cord the moment a baby has emerged from his
mother’s womb is an act of extreme cruelty, and harms
the baby to an extent that is hard to believe.
Leaving it intact, however, so long as it
continues to beat, transforms the whole birth experience.
For one thing, it forces the obstetrician to be
patient, and leads him, as well as the mother, to respect
the rhythm, the sense of time ordained by the child.
Besides, leaving the cord intact allows the
natural physiological changes to take place within the
child’s body at their own pace.We have already described the way air suddenly rushing
into the baby’s lungs has the same effect on him
as a burn. But there is more.
Before his birth, the child lived in oneness.
For him there was no difference between
the world and himself’ because inside and outside were
one. He knew nothing of polarities. He didn’t
know about being cold, for example, because cold
cannot exist without heat. The body temperature of
the mother and the baby are exactly the same. How
then could he appreciate any contrast?

So you might say that before birth, there was neither
inside nor outside, any more than there was hot or
cold.
As he enters this world, the newborn baby encounters
for the first time a kingdom of opposites in which
everything is either good or bad, pleasant or
unpleasant, agreeable or disagreeable, wet or dry.
What is the gate through which he enters this kingdom
of opposites?
Not through his senses, that comes much later,
but through breathing.
When he takes his first breath, he crosses a threshold,
a border.

He breathes in, and from this action is born its
opposite: he breathes out.
And then in turn …

Thus he is launched irrevocably into the eternal
cycle, the never-ending oscillation, the very principle
of our world, in which everything comes back to this
breath, this pulsation.
He is in the world where everything, for always,
is born of its own opposite:
day from night, summer from winter,
riches from poverty, strength from weakness,
never ending,
without beginning.

10

To breathe is to become one with the world outside,
to tune to the music of the spheres.
Its function is to make the blood take in oxygen,
and get rid of wastes, mostly carbon dioxide.
But in this simple exchange, two worlds come
near each other, try to mix and touch: the world
of outside and the world of inside.
Two worlds, separated, try to reunite:
the interior world of the organism, the little “I,”
and the exterior world, the vast universe.It is in the lungs where they meet – the blood
mounting from one’s own depths, the air
coming from above.
The blood and air rush to conjoin, anxious
to mix and mingle.
Of course they can’t, separated as they are by
the barrier of the alveol membrane.
Both sigh for this lost oneness.

The blood arrives in the lungs, depleted of its
oxygen, its strength spent, dark with waste: the carbon
dioxide which makes it old.
Here it is going to rid itself of its old age, gain its
energy, rejuvenate.
Transformed by this visit to the fountain of youth, it
departs, alive, red and rich!
It returns to the depths where it gives forth its riches.
Once more lets itself be filled with
wastes, and then returns to the lungs. Thus the cycle
continues indefinitely.
As for the heart, it keeps pumping, pushing the blood,
sending it, rich and red towards the thirsty tissues of
the organism, and sending it back when it has
become old and worn-out, for renewal to
the lungs.

How does all this happen in the fetus,
where the lungs are not yet working? The blood of
the fetus, just like ours, needs to be renewed.
The placenta fulfils this role.
Among other things it does, it takes the place
of the lungs.
The blood comes and goes through the umbilical cord,
which contains three conduits, a vein and two arteries,
covered by a sheath.
So, the blood of the fetus renews itself’ not
by contact with air, but in the placenta by contact with
the blood of the mother, which in her lungs … and so on.

The mother, in effect, breathes for the baby, just as
she eats for him, carries him, protects him, sleeps and
dreams .
Yes. The child is completely dependent
before his birth.
But then what happens?
A total upheaval: The blood, that until then flowed
through the cord, suddenly rushes into the lungs!
The child abandons the old route, he leaves the way of
the mother.
In the act of drawing breath, of oxygenating his own blood
with his own lungs, the child becomes himself’ in effect
saying, “Woman, what do we have in common?
I no longer need an intermediary between myself and the
world.”

Of course it is only a first step, for all the rest he
still relies totally on his mother.
But it’s a step in the right direction.
With his first breath, the child sets forth on the road to
independence, to autonomy, to freedom.
But practically speaking much depends on the way
this transition takes place.
Whether this transition is made slowly, progressively, or
brutally, in panic and terror, can make the difference
between a gentle birth
…or a tragedy.

11

If the changeover comes abruptly it will leave a mark
for the rest of life. Any future change will always be
perceived as threatening.
Of course, the child must not, at all costs, be deprived
of oxygen, not even for one moment.
Here there is no quarrel with medical science
which agrees perfectly with nature’s plan.
Nature provides oxygen for the
child through two sources:
the cord continues to beat, even as the lungs begin to
function.
The two systems work together, one taking over from the
other, like a relay. The first, the cord, continues
to oxygenate the child until the new system, the lungs,
have taken over completely.Although the child is out of the womb, he remains dependent
on his mother through the umbilical cord, which continues to
beat strongly for several minutes, four or five,
sometimes even longer.
Oxygenated through the cord, and thus protected from
anoxia, the child can, without shock or danger, settle
down to breathing without being rushed, in his own
time.

12

What should we do during these critical few minutes
of the transition of the blood from the old route through
the placenta to the newly working lungs?
We must understand that Nature herself doesn’t take
sudden leaps and has her own pace. She has left
this time, these few minutes, so that this change over from
one world to another can be made with ease.
She has made it so that the baby is oxygenated from two
sources for several minutes as, at the same time, an orifice
in the heart closes, and the baby is then safely on his
own.
For a few minutes the baby straddles two worlds, as it
were. Then slowly, slowly he can cross the threshold from
one to the other peacefully and easily, and with all safety,
as long as we don’t rush in, interfere,
and can manage to quell our old reflexes, our nervousness,
born, in fact, out of the anxiety of our own birth.
The effect on the well-being of the child will be
immeasurable.We are all so quick to blame Nature, when actually
she’s so full of love and wisdom, and it is only we
who are too blind to see.

Whether the cord is cut abruptly or allowed to stop
beating of its own accord completely changes,
even determines the way in which a child perceives his entry
into the world, and, consequently, the way he will react
to the continuous change which is life. You might say
that his perception of this moment will colour the rest
of his life

If we cut the cord immediately, we create a situation
which is the opposite of the one nature intended.
By clamping the cord before the lungs are fully operative
we deprive the child’s brain of oxygen.
The organism cannot but react violently to our aggression,
and then a whole system of stress comes into play.
Not only will we have done something absurd and
uncalled for, but we will have set up what Pavlov called a
conditioned reflex which will recur
throughout life.
What have we linked together?
Life and breath,
breath and the fear of impending death.

What geniuses we are!

13

You might then ask how is it that even when the
transition has been allowed to take place in its own
time the child may still give a cry or two?
The answer is simple.
The thoracic cage, now that nothing is compressing it,
suddenly expands, thus creating a void.
The air rushes in and it burns.
Naturally the child tries furiously to expel the air.
This is the first cry.
Then, often, everything stops.
The child pauses, as if dumbfounded by his own suffering.
It can happen that he might repeat the cry two or three
times before this pause.
Then when this pause comes, it is we who
panic. And usually … a slap on the bottom
follows. But now that we know better and can control
our impulses, our fears, and trusting the strong beat of
the cord, we can keep our hands to ourselves.
Soon we will see …
breathing beginning again of its own accord.
Hesitant at first, timid, careful, it will still pause from
time to time, marking little breaks.
The child, oxygenated as he is by the cord, is pacing himself
and taking in only as much of the burning element
as he can put up with, then pausing, only to start again.
As he gets used to it, he begins to breathe more deeply.

14

Soon he learns to enjoy what, in the beginning, was so
very painful. Very soon, his breathing, which was
at first so hesitant and doubtful, becomes joyous.
In all, the child has given only one or two cries.
All we hear now is a deeply peaceful breathing,
punctuated by short cries, exclamations of surprise,
or even sighs of pleasure.
Mixed with this breath are the sounds the baby
is making with his lips, his nose, his throat.
A language all its own.
And never, never, those screams of terror,
those wails of despair, those hysterical shrieks.
Maybe a child has to give one or two cries when he’s
being born,
but must they be cries of anguish?
Because the child is pleased with this new experience,
tasting it in all its newness, he can easily forget the
world he has left behind.
No regrets, not a backward glance.
Coming into life is like waking from a long and pleasurable
sleep, and not from a nightmare.
When the present is so delightful, why cling to the past?Now that the cord has stopped beating, we can cut it.
Not a sound, no crying, no cause for alarm, not even a
tremor; it has simply become obsolete, and so can be
removed.
An old bond has been left behind.
We have not wrenched the child from his mother,
they have simply parted, and will go their separate ways.
Why would the young traveller yearn for the past
when his voyage ends so happily and he has found the other
bank, so tranquilly, so surely?

How intelligent, what a blessing such a birth is.
Because we left the cord beating it is as if
his mother had accompanied him across the border, and led
him gently into this formidable and forbidding world.
Just as later, when he learns to walk, she will be there
offering him her hand to hold.

An open hand that the child can grasp and let go of as
he takes his first tentative steps.
What a poor mother it would be who suddenly
withdrew her hand the moment her child began to trust his
own strength.

15

Learn to respect this sacred moment of birth,
as fragile, as fleeting, as elusive as dawn.
The child is there, hesitant, tentative,
unsure which way he’s about to go.
He stands between two worlds.For heaven’s sake don’t touch him,
don’t push him,
unless you want him to fall.
Let him wait until he feels
the time is right.

Have you ever watched a bird take flight?
As he’s still walking, he’s heavy, awkward,
his wings drag, and then suddenly
he’s flying,
graceful, elegant and free.
He was the son of earth,
now he’s the child of the skies.

Can you say when he left one kingdom for the other?
It is so subtle, the eye can hardly catch it.
As subtle as stepping in,
or out, of time,
to be born,
or to die.

What of the tide,
which imperceptibly,
irresistibly rises,
only to fall.
At what moment did it turn?
Is your ear sharp enough to hear the ocean breathe?

Yes, this birth,
this wave parted from wave,
born from the sea
without ever leaving her.
Don’t ever touch it with your rough hands.
You understand nothing of its mysteries.
But the child,
the drop from this ocean,
knows.

A wave pushes him towards the shore,
another pulls him back,
only to push him higher still.
One more,
and he’s out of the flood.
He’s parted from water,
and come to the land.
He’s frightened, terrified.
Let him be.
Just wait.
This child is awakening
for the very first time.

This is his first dawn.
Allow him its grandeur, its majesty.
Don’t even stir until he leaves behind
the night and its kingdom of dreams.

16

The rest, you might say, is detail.
Once breathing is well-established, everything is
accomplished.
All has either succeeded or failed.
But details, as always, are not without importance.
For example, in what way should we put the baby on
his mother’s belly?
Should we lie him on his side, on his stomach,
or flat on his back?
Never flat on his back.
That would cause the spinal column, which has been
curved for so long, to straighten all at once.
It would suddenly let loose all the dormant energy
locked in there and the shock would be too much. It
would be like an explosion.
Let the child unfold his back when he feels ready
himself
Don’t forget that each child comes equipped with
his own character, his own temperament, his own pace.There are some, who are no sooner born, than they lift their
heads proudly, draw themselves up, and stretch out
their arms as if to say:
“I’m here!”
These are the strong ones, who settle into their
new kingdom as if they were kings.
Their spines straighten with the force of a
tightly strung bow releasing its arrow.
But sometimes, the very same children will then
withdraw, pull back, frightened by their own
audacity, their own bravery.
There are others, who start off curled up in a little
ball, and only open up little by little, making
their discoveries cautiously.
Because we cannot anticipate what’s to come, the best
thing to do is to put the child flat on his belly,
with his arms and legs tucked under him.
This is a familiar posture, the one that
best allows the abdomen to breathe freely and
the baby to work his way, at his own speed, towards
the final unbending.

Then, because the child is on his front,
we can keep an eye on his back, and see how he is
breathing.
In fact, the bending of the spine, of the back, and
the beginning of breathing are all one.
We can watch how breathing takes over the
whole of the baby’s body. Not only the chest but
also the belly, and especially the sides.

Very soon the baby is nothing but breath,
which passes like a wave from the top of his head
to the small of his back.
This wave is like the shadow of the contractions
which, like waves themselves, pushed the baby to
the shore.
At the same time it is like watching a tree
start to grow.
Out comes an arm, usually the right, stretching
like the branch of a tree.
Then the other. Both seem surprised that nothing
stops them any more, that space can be so limitless,
so vast.
It’s like watching branches grow out of the power of
the breath. The breath is to the child as the sap is to the
tree.
Now the legs.
One after the other, like roots which will one day
stabilise this tree. But not yet. For
the time being they are still very tentative, for
they have had to fight their way out of the
enchanted cave.
In order to allay their panic, all that is needed
is to offer them some limit: an open hand the baby’s
feet can meet, offering gentle resistance but
able to be pushed away.

Otherwise, the baby will feel completely
disoriented.
So, little by little, everything settles down,
or rather, everything comes together harmoniously.
Soon, just as if he is waking from his first sleep,
the baby stretches out with a complete sense of his own
well-being.
Since, while all this has been happening, the
cord has stopped beating, we are now ready for the
next step. But let us go slowly, pausing often.

17

Haven’t we come a long, long way?
We are out of the water, we have touched dry land.
We’ve left behind the ever-moving, changing, treacherous
kingdom of the fishes.
Now it is the earth that carries us.
Earth which is steady, tranquil, sound and true.
Earth we can trust.
For the very first time, nothing moves.
What a surprise.
But since there is a price for everything, we now know
for the first time how it feels to be heavy.
We’ll have to crawl.
And yet the skies are there, above our heads.
It is their light, their divine light that gave us
the courage to emerge.
And they will give us the courage to stand and walk.What a long, long road, this path from mineral
to man.
The path each must tread again when he’s
come to taste the joy that is life.

What else are we doing when we pray?
Nothing but returning to the source,
the source of all life,
as if going through the whole adventure again.
Wanting to pay homage to Earth, our mother,
we kneel.
With folded arms and a humble heart
we bow to the ground.
Our forehead touching the dust we say
I obey
for I know that, in your wisdom and love
you know better.
There we remain, folded up, empty,
as empty of that precious breath as the child
not yet born who hasn’t yet tasted that pleasure of life.
Having paid our respects, expressed our gratitude
to the one who carries us,
to whom we owe everything,
into whose womb we will return at the end of our days,
we arise.

Like a bow
that has let go its arrow,
how vibrant we feel
when, unfolding, we let the air and its joy
fill us full -
as vibrant as we were the day we tasted
our very first dawn.

This, in truth, is prayer.
Since to pray is to be born anew
to the fullness of life.

But then, can one pray in a hurry?
Can it be rushed?
As with the child who’s just arrived,
who’s joined us,
can’t we grant him
a moment of time?

18

A few words about the hands which will hold the newborn
baby.
These hands are the first thing that the child will encounter.
The language they speak is the primal language, the
language of touch.
This is how mother and child were communicating.
It was through the child’s back that he
received her messages.
Now that he’s born, naked and disoriented,
the way we touch him is crucial.
Most of the time, the hands
of the doctors, the midwives, and the nurses are not gentle
enough.
Simply because they have not realised what it means to
the child.
Because these hands are so unaware, and move much too
quickly, they terrify the child.
Let them be gentle but firm.Most of all, let them move very, very slowly.
Everything we do for the newborn baby is too rushed, too
hurried for one who is only just entering time.
At this moment, what the child needs is to be massaged,
just as newborn animals need to be licked by their
mothers – the act without which they
often die.

It is most important that the hands that will massage
the baby’s back can rediscover the rhythm he knows,
the rhythm of the contractions, the rhythm that moves
with the outward breath.
What the child wants to feel again is not the wild fury,
the storm of labour, but the embracing waves that told him
of his mother’s love.
Our hands should travel along his back,
one following the other,
like wave after wave
breaking onto the seashore.
The rhythm of dancers, of lovers.
Love … and the child!
Yet what is it lovers are looking for,
if not to heal the rift,
return to the primal sea,
rediscover its infinite pulse.
A return to paradise,
a pilgrimage back to the source.

19

So much for rhythm, for movement.
But there is something else that can be transmitted through
hands, even hands that are not moving.
The child is still so sensitive that he will know by
the feel of the hands resting on him, whether he is
loved or refused, accepted or simply being carelessly
handled.
Under caring hands, the child opens up and lets go.
Whereas, under stiff mechanical hands, he feels
he’s being clutched by claws, and of course
he closes up, withdraws in panic, as if to escape to
within himself for protection.

20

Naturally, it’s the mother’s hands that should hold
the child.
But often she’s still overcome by her own
emotions, her own fears, which she’s hardly had
time to leave behind.
Her hands are not yet steady and sure.
If someone else, such as a loving midwife, is
there, calm, and able to transmit her inner peace,
her hands would be better in the beginning, until the
mother has had time to catch her breath.
It’s not that we want to take the child away from his
mother, but the intensity of what she’s just lived
through can still be affecting her so strongly that it
overwhelms the child.
In these crucial moments, the child needs peace,
quiet and calm.Often mothers don’t know how to touch their babies.
Or maybe they just don’t dare.
Some deep inhibition seems to hold them back, stop
them.
Why?
Possibly because the child has just come from a part
of the body we don’t want to, don’t dare to mention.
Perhaps it’s our education that makes us step back, as
if this part of us does not exist, or at the
very least, is not something we talk about.
So the mother finds herself in a troubling,
conflict-filled situation, torn between her natural urge,
and her inhibitions, product of her repressive
education.

21

Now let’s come back to the child.
The fullness of his breath tells us that all is well.
The cord has been cut.
It is as if centuries have passed and yet it has only
actually been a matter of a few minutes.
What comes next?
However blissful this time has been for mother and
baby, it must come to an end.
The child cannot stay on his mother’s belly all his life.Just as the child had to depart from the womb, now he
will have to leave his mother’s body.
To meet with what?
This first step in life cannot be but terrifying.
How can we ease it and pacify this terror?
In the same way that giving a new toy to a child makes it
easier for him to part with the one he’s been playing with,
so we must find a way to make him enjoy his first
moment of separation and thus gladly accept that he’s on his
own.
Of course we’re not going to put him on
ice-cold weighing scales, and even the softest towel
cannot compare with his mother’s body.
What could be the answer?
Water.
This is where he has come from, and what he’s known
all his life. It’s gentle, it’s familiar.
It is this very familiarity that in the end
will completely calm him. It will be like
meeting an old friend when one is far from home.
This feeling of something familiar saves the child
who is lost in an overwhelming world of new sensations.
A bath has been prepared in a small tub, filled with
water at body temperature, or slightly higher since
it’s going to cool down quickly.
With the permission of the mother, who must be willing,
we take the child,
and slowly, slowly we ease him into the water, feet
first of course.
A sensitive eye can catch how intense the experience is
for the child.
As soon as he finds himself back in water, he becomes
weightless again.
Water has, as it were, once again taken the load of
his body.
His joy and feeling of relief are hard to describe.
We have nearly accomplished a miracle, we have turned
this first separation, which is always loaded with
anguish, and which shadows us all our life, into a joy.
One can feel any remaining tensions in the baby
melt away, vanish under our hands.

And as these tensions melt away,
and what is left of his fear disappears, and
the child feels so safe, he even dares to open his
eyes.
No words can describe the depths of this first look.
It is as if he is asking one and all the questions of man
in that single moment.
Then it becomes so clear that life does not start now, at
this point, but that the child was aware long before
he came to us, and has merely crossed a threshold.
In disagreement with all classical psychology, anyone
who has witnessed such a birth cannot but
exclaim:
“But this child is looking!….
Whether he “sees” in the way we do is another
issue.
Maybe we have to accept that there are many ways of
seeing, of knowing.

22

Completely free from fear, and his first surprise over,
he begins to explore his kingdom.
His head turns to the left, to the right, as if
enjoying its new freedom.
Out comes one hand from under the water, it opens and
reaches towards the sky.
Then the other.
His hands move in such harmony you’d think you were
watching
a ballet.
They meet, clasp, and part,
moving with all the grace of an underwater plant.
As for the legs, a little hesitant at first, soon they too
begin to stretch and play.
And here it is important to say that the feet of the
baby should always be able to find the edge of the bath,
to find a limit, as it were. Otherwise, if they meet
with nothing, the child will experience the same panic as
a swimmer out of his depth.Because his first experience has been so
rich and so pleasant, this baby will always be an
adventurer.
Life, for him, will always be a challenge, which he
will meet with confidence and courage, and an eagerness
to try and taste everything new that
might cross his path.
Is not the constant newness of life, its continual
change and variety, the thing we find
most difficult?

23

Now that fear has subsided, and been left behind once
and for all, let us try to be free of the past and
its fascination.
Let’s try to take the step out of the sea,
to land,
and meet with the earth.Fourth step.
Fourth station of this Calvary which is birth,
where there is neither sin or punishment.
It is truly an odyssey,
and the hero, the newborn,
has accomplished something so difficult.

So little by little we begin to take the child out
of the water.
If he doesn’t like this idea, and protests,
because once again he’s feeling all his own weight,
we don’t force him, but lower him back in again,
only to try to take him out a moment later.
Once again he protests,
goes back to the water,
and comes out again,
and what at first seemed unpleasant,
now becomes a game.
This game we play with him,
lifting him out and lowering him back in the water,
is a way of playing with weight and weightlessness.
Isn’t it true that no matter the culture,
children all over the world love to
swing,
which makes them, in turn, heavy as a stone, and light as
a bird?

Eventually we lift him out completely,
dry him gently, and swaddle him in something warm,
letting him experience for the first time this feeling that
nothing is moving.
Another new and extraordinary feeling for him.

Remember that all those months he spent inside his
mother, everything was moving, whether his mother
was walking or simply breathing quietly in her
sleep.

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But now, for the first time …
and how strange .
nothing is moving at all!
This is the majesty of Earth.
For all those children who have been rushed into the
world, who haven’t been led gently from water to land,
from movement to stillness, with so much love,
intelligence and patience, waking up on their own will
always frighten them.
This immobility will always terrify them.
But for the child whose birth has been such a blessing,
these fears will not exist.
He’ll be free forever from nightmares and guilt.

25

How impressive it is to watch this child open
his eyes wide, begin to feel his way around,
explore all that surrounds him.
All with no panic, no tears.
On the contrary, with a seriousness, a gravity
that’s hard to believe.
Yes, this child is truly like a wise man, an old soul,
because whatever he does, it is with complete
awareness.But also it seems as if something is emanating
from this child.
He seems to radiate a peace, a serenity, that he’s
brought from somewhere far beyond.
The words of Lao Tzu come to mind:

“One who possesses virtue in abundance, the Holy one,
is like a newborn babe.”

But what is this “virtue”?
It has nothing to do with morality, being virtuous.
“Virtus” in Latin means courage, vitality, virility.
What Japan and China call Chi,
and India Shakti.
It is the secret, silent power of a Zen Master,
a true Master of Martial Arts,
or a saint.

For one who is sensitive enough to feel it,
sense it,
it is this “virtue,”
this grace,
this Chi, this Shakti
that silently flows,
shines like a blessing
from the newborn.
This book is obtainable from bookshops. ISBN 0 7493 0642 4. Publisher Cedar

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