My baby wasn’t breathing when she was born. I know that’s jumping right into things, but that sentence has lived in my brain for months whenever I think of writing this birth story. I am still processing a lot of emotions about the events of Ruth’s birth, but I want to get our story written while the details, even the traumatic ones, are crisp in my memory. It will be impossible for me to write transparently about this birth without intertwining my thoughts on the harm hospital protocols can bring to the birthing process. However, there’s another time and place for my full thoughts on the matter and my sole focus in this will be in sharing the experience of bringing our girl earth-side as positively as I can retell it.
