From the moment I walked into their house to document their birth, all I could sense was peace. Mom decided to transfer to the hospital at some point and despite the madness of lights and revolving door of nurses I usually witness, this time, this birth was calm, respectful and honored.
Our gender surprise, a gorgeous baby boy. It still amazes me how peaceful my birthing environment was; quiet, dim, calm. All things my hospital birth was not. Not only was I able to feel in control about my labor, I felt an incredible feeling of empowerment — I am feeling I still ride 4 weeks later!