Some simple ideas to ease birthing trauma

My first grandchild, Jonathon, was born today, April 5. He is 16 years old and I couldn’t be prouder of the person he is now and always has been. He’s got a wide range of interests, likes to work and learn, loves the outdoors, and is willing to try new things. He’s a good student and athlete, and just an all-around good person.

Yes, I’m totally biased. About all my grandkiddos. It’s my job as a grandma. 😉 But Jonathon is also someone I remember from a past life. It’s ok if this isn’t your belief system. It doesn’t have to be. The point I want to make is when a child is born, they are not blank slates. They come in with a better memory about who they are and where they were directly before their birth than we do. Many of us start to lose our memories of the other realms and dimensions around the age of seven.

Anyway, 16 years ago today I met Jonathon about five minutes after his birth. His beautiful momma was being attended to by a nurse and her hubby, and Jonathon was across the room in a clear bassinet screaming bloody murder. A young nurse was fussing over him getting his vitals, putting in eye drops, pricking his foot for a blood sample, measuring, weighing, cleaning. In general, agitating and scaring the heck out of him.

I walked into this scene with my brand-new perfect grandson screaming so loudly that his entire body was almost purple. You know how babies cry so hard they can’t catch their breath and their little bottom lip quivers as they gasp for air and rev up for the next wail? That was Jonathon.

I was not happy and I think it showed. While I didn’t say a word, the nurse looked at me and took a step back from Jonathon. “I have to do this,” she said apologetically.

I simply turned to Jonathon and tapped on his bassinet with a finger. “Hey there, honey,” I cooed softly. “It’s okay. You’re on earth now and we’re very happy you came to us. Your momma and daddy are so happy you’re here. It’s so good to meet you. I love you. You are sooo loved, little one.”

As I spoke, Jonathon quieted and then stopped crying altogether. He turned his head to look at me and smiled. He held my eyes and smiled. He recognized me, too! The nurse was stunned. Mouth gapping, she admitted she’d never seen a baby do that before.

Children are not blank slates. They come to earth as the wise consciousness of the God Self poured into a tiny human form. They know who they are. It is us who have forgotten. This first moment of birth is so important and without realizing it, our current system is creating trauma for our new little humans. In my work I often see it as one of the root causes of a lot of adult anxiety.  

I might take some flak for this, but how much nicer and easier would it be if we did a few little things differently to make the rough job of being born a bit easier and less traumatic. For instance, if mother and baby are not in danger, let’s turn the lights low and not shine anything bright in the child’s eyes. A newborn’s environment, while not completely dark, does not contain bright artificial light.

Let’s not take them from their parents to get vitals and do all the other unnecessary procedures. Those can wait awhile, at least until the child is acclimated to their new environment and had a chance to feel secure in the arms of their parents. Let the parents weigh and measure them if need be while touching, cooing, and soothing them. Why uncoil them immediately when that hasn’t been their position since conception?

And please let the parents clean the child if and when the child is ready. Please don’t throw away the cloth that carries their first scent. It’s the scent on the cloth that reminds them they are safe and everything is okay. In my opinion, this cloth is something they should be buried with at the end of their days.

Celebrate their birth by welcoming them to Earth. They need to know where they are. Sing their song—every child has their own unique tones they resonate with. This unique song that is only theirs can help them stay grounded and remember who they are. Throughout their lives, whenever they are lonely, or upset, or confused, sing their song and they will remember.

And at the end of their days, as they are ready to leave this planet, how soothing it can be to hear their song one more time and remember they have nothing to fear. They are simply going home.

Happy birthday Jonathon! I’m so happy you came to be with us all.

P.S. Speaking of celebrations, come join Jenni Hines and me on Wednesday April 19 from 4-7pm to tour my new office and Jenni’s hair salon—Studio 2.0!  Snacks, refreshments, and drawings. Address: 367 W Main Street, Ellsworth, WI 54011. I can’t wait to share this beautiful new space with you!

And as always, I’m available for private sessions if you need deeper understanding, support, or guidance in the form of energy work or intuitive life coaching.