I said this because I was e-mailing a midiwfe, and was hoping to find midwives that improve women's healthcare, which I even hate saying becasue womenhood is not a disease, not just during pregnancy, but during her life if a women absolutely feels the need for it. I wish that midwives empowered women to do their own exams, and use alternative ways to accuratley test for things that returns dignity and respect toward women's bodies. I didn't succed with this one
well would you believe in advocating for ultrasounds which is way more accurate, and CSA blood tests which are way more accurate at testing cervical cancer than a exam. I don't believe in going for yearly exams becuase womenhood is NOT a disease. If the OB/GYN industry had women's wellbeing at heart they would get rid of these barbaric, humilating, violating,mutilating, disrespectful practices, and start using modern tech. to test for things that would restore dignity,trust, and respect to women's bodies. The OB/GYN industry is a sick industry that believes that women's bodies are poorly designed and do not deserve respectful treatment. It needs to stop NOW!Also they advocate self breast exams why can't thy advocate self pelvic exams it dosen't take a college degree to find out things in your body. BTW I have never gone for one and never will. I'am just saying if midiwves really cared about women's rights they stop these barbaric practices as well.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Look What they Gone Done to Birth By Earth Lande
Look what they've gone done to birth
Trying to strip it of everything it's worth
Laughing
Scoffing at the power of Mother Earth
It wasn't broke, it didn't need to be fixed
What they've gone done to birth makes me sick
Hiding behind the disguise of just "wanting to help"
That's like loving a child with the sting of a belt
Giving birth?
That's a woman's bewitching hour
Don't you know?
They fear our power
Looking like a clan hidden behind white masks and draped
Putting on latex
Breathing at his patient mounted for rape
See they're hunters
They go after their prey
Never in a circle kneeling into the position to pray
Saying Shut up
Be quiet
All you live for is to reproduce
I wanna go play golf- this one we'll induce
Hurt? Give her drugs
Oh we don't want her to know she's strong
And if anything bad happens at all?
Blame her
Tell her SHE did something wrong
This one?
Heh, we'll just cut her open
WE KNOW IT'S SO MUCH FASTER
So you question why I call them evil old bastads?
All our days they've labeled us birthing slaves
Telling us our sole worth is only to give birth
And now we don't even know how it works!
Treating us like cattle
Turning MY uterus into a Governmental Battle!
Oh we own all this
You can have that little bit
But if anything inside grows- WE want to own
WE want to control it
That wanna own LIFE
The price
OUR BODIES
OUR BABIES
OUR HUMANITY is a sacrifice
Listen
Giving birth is as NATURAL as it gets
All you have to go is go back to the old testament
When Abraham's granddaughters were giving birth in the red tent
Women with women praying to the Queen of Heaven
Never a woman alone among bad gods being gnawed at like a bone
I know you're afraid
Because the days of the red tent hath fade
And they've convinced you to be sure
That pregnancy is a disease and they are the cure
Their power is fear
Their objective to teach us or to TRAIN us to HATE IT down here
GIVING BIRTH IS NOT A RACE
There is no first or second place!
It is an emergence to be embraced
It is when your soul and your spirit come face to face
We are perfect every way and in every form
It is in the heart and the womb that a child is born
AND IT IS NOT OKAY EVERY DAY
TO CUT A WOMAN OPEN
TAKE HER BABY OUT
KEEP FROM HER
SAY TO HER
OH DON'T WORRY HONEY
THAT'S WHAT NORMAL BIRTH IS ALL ABOUT
Women from Brazil
To the Nation's Capital Hill have been lied to
Have been tricked
VAGINAL BIRTH IS BROKEN!
They say
The C-Section! It's the fix!
Sisters who run marathons and have climbed the highest
mountain peak
Have been brainwashed into believing they are fragile, they
are weak
Oh we can't do it without drugs! They cry
To do so may cause pain, so why even try?
IT IS UP TO YOU
IT IS UP TO ME
TO SET THE TRUTH OF CHILDBIRTH FREE
It can no longer be held captive or quiet
It is time to insight a Birth Rights Riot.
By Earth C. Lande
you can view the poem on youtube as well
Trying to strip it of everything it's worth
Laughing
Scoffing at the power of Mother Earth
It wasn't broke, it didn't need to be fixed
What they've gone done to birth makes me sick
Hiding behind the disguise of just "wanting to help"
That's like loving a child with the sting of a belt
Giving birth?
That's a woman's bewitching hour
Don't you know?
They fear our power
Looking like a clan hidden behind white masks and draped
Putting on latex
Breathing at his patient mounted for rape
See they're hunters
They go after their prey
Never in a circle kneeling into the position to pray
Saying Shut up
Be quiet
All you live for is to reproduce
I wanna go play golf- this one we'll induce
Hurt? Give her drugs
Oh we don't want her to know she's strong
And if anything bad happens at all?
Blame her
Tell her SHE did something wrong
This one?
Heh, we'll just cut her open
WE KNOW IT'S SO MUCH FASTER
So you question why I call them evil old bastads?
All our days they've labeled us birthing slaves
Telling us our sole worth is only to give birth
And now we don't even know how it works!
Treating us like cattle
Turning MY uterus into a Governmental Battle!
Oh we own all this
You can have that little bit
But if anything inside grows- WE want to own
WE want to control it
That wanna own LIFE
The price
OUR BODIES
OUR BABIES
OUR HUMANITY is a sacrifice
Listen
Giving birth is as NATURAL as it gets
All you have to go is go back to the old testament
When Abraham's granddaughters were giving birth in the red tent
Women with women praying to the Queen of Heaven
Never a woman alone among bad gods being gnawed at like a bone
I know you're afraid
Because the days of the red tent hath fade
And they've convinced you to be sure
That pregnancy is a disease and they are the cure
Their power is fear
Their objective to teach us or to TRAIN us to HATE IT down here
GIVING BIRTH IS NOT A RACE
There is no first or second place!
It is an emergence to be embraced
It is when your soul and your spirit come face to face
We are perfect every way and in every form
It is in the heart and the womb that a child is born
AND IT IS NOT OKAY EVERY DAY
TO CUT A WOMAN OPEN
TAKE HER BABY OUT
KEEP FROM HER
SAY TO HER
OH DON'T WORRY HONEY
THAT'S WHAT NORMAL BIRTH IS ALL ABOUT
Women from Brazil
To the Nation's Capital Hill have been lied to
Have been tricked
VAGINAL BIRTH IS BROKEN!
They say
The C-Section! It's the fix!
Sisters who run marathons and have climbed the highest
mountain peak
Have been brainwashed into believing they are fragile, they
are weak
Oh we can't do it without drugs! They cry
To do so may cause pain, so why even try?
IT IS UP TO YOU
IT IS UP TO ME
TO SET THE TRUTH OF CHILDBIRTH FREE
It can no longer be held captive or quiet
It is time to insight a Birth Rights Riot.
By Earth C. Lande
you can view the poem on youtube as well
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
A Visualization of a beautiful birth
This was posted on one of my homebirth e-mail groups written by women who visualized this while meditating. I thought it was beautiful , so I'am going to share it
mmmm... I feel the rushes and settle my focus into my body. I emerge from my chamber and see the hottub waiting for me... glistening luke-warm water, beautiful clear... comforting and welcoming. I touch the water with my hand, and move around the tub, thanking and blessing the water, asking for her to share her wisdom with me... bonding with the life essence in the pool and within myself. I connect to my baby through our shared waters, and I am overcome with love and bliss. I step into the hottub, and the water swallows me and makes me weightless. With each rush the water cools, soothes, comforts and calms us. We are all One. I begin to massage my beautiful round body.... lightly on my belly, breasts and nipples, then I softly stroke my vulva, who is already alive and tingling with anticipation of my touch. I rub and massage myself, getting more and more tuned into the bliss pulsing through my body, and in sync with my rushes, making them so pleasurable and desired. I can feel the baby moving down through my root chakra, enticing my vulva to bloom so sensually around her... ecstacy has us. My body trembles with the erotic pleasure of it all, I feel my body move with the orgasms and I am flowing... I am love. I wear my floating pillow so I can just gently allow the water to suspend me as I continue to relax and focus on my bliss and breathing. My hands are free to pleasure my body as I await my womb to gently express her youngling into my waiting hands. While softly massaging my vulva I feel my baby's head start to crown. I feel her hair and cute little head emerge more and more with each gentle rush. The whole time I softly quiver with ecstatic waves of pleasure. A few more rushes and here she is, my angel, soft and wet, her eyes are bright and we look deeply into each other's soul. She doesn't cry, she just breathes and beholds her mother, as I behold her with wonder and excitement. We recognize each other and are already deeply in love. I lay her on my chest and we enjoy the water together. After a bit more rest and loving words, touch and kisses, she begins to make the sucky lips, and tells me she would love to nurse. I take her to my breast and she latches on with ease... she nurses hungerly and slowly falls asleep... then I feel my womb tighten in small steady rushes and know that my beloved placenta is gently beginning to make it's way out. I look around in the water and notice that it is still mostly clear, with a soft tinge of blood. I smile, as my husband brings me some Stinging Nettle, Red Raspberry Leaf Tea, and I sip as baby is still attached to my breast. A short time passes and with a big gush my placenta emerges and I help my husband put it into a bowl, we wait for the cord to go thin and white and we cut it. Then I look at the placenta and I take a little bite. I feel so primal, so alive... so tuned in and in love.
mmmm... I feel the rushes and settle my focus into my body. I emerge from my chamber and see the hottub waiting for me... glistening luke-warm water, beautiful clear... comforting and welcoming. I touch the water with my hand, and move around the tub, thanking and blessing the water, asking for her to share her wisdom with me... bonding with the life essence in the pool and within myself. I connect to my baby through our shared waters, and I am overcome with love and bliss. I step into the hottub, and the water swallows me and makes me weightless. With each rush the water cools, soothes, comforts and calms us. We are all One. I begin to massage my beautiful round body.... lightly on my belly, breasts and nipples, then I softly stroke my vulva, who is already alive and tingling with anticipation of my touch. I rub and massage myself, getting more and more tuned into the bliss pulsing through my body, and in sync with my rushes, making them so pleasurable and desired. I can feel the baby moving down through my root chakra, enticing my vulva to bloom so sensually around her... ecstacy has us. My body trembles with the erotic pleasure of it all, I feel my body move with the orgasms and I am flowing... I am love. I wear my floating pillow so I can just gently allow the water to suspend me as I continue to relax and focus on my bliss and breathing. My hands are free to pleasure my body as I await my womb to gently express her youngling into my waiting hands. While softly massaging my vulva I feel my baby's head start to crown. I feel her hair and cute little head emerge more and more with each gentle rush. The whole time I softly quiver with ecstatic waves of pleasure. A few more rushes and here she is, my angel, soft and wet, her eyes are bright and we look deeply into each other's soul. She doesn't cry, she just breathes and beholds her mother, as I behold her with wonder and excitement. We recognize each other and are already deeply in love. I lay her on my chest and we enjoy the water together. After a bit more rest and loving words, touch and kisses, she begins to make the sucky lips, and tells me she would love to nurse. I take her to my breast and she latches on with ease... she nurses hungerly and slowly falls asleep... then I feel my womb tighten in small steady rushes and know that my beloved placenta is gently beginning to make it's way out. I look around in the water and notice that it is still mostly clear, with a soft tinge of blood. I smile, as my husband brings me some Stinging Nettle, Red Raspberry Leaf Tea, and I sip as baby is still attached to my breast. A short time passes and with a big gush my placenta emerges and I help my husband put it into a bowl, we wait for the cord to go thin and white and we cut it. Then I look at the placenta and I take a little bite. I feel so primal, so alive... so tuned in and in love.
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