Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A response to a midiwfe I was emailing

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.

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

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.