.....Maybe. I dislike speaking in absolutes, but I do realize the value of a catchy title!
So, why on earth would I say that? Chickens don't even "give birth". They lay eggs. Very true.
Also true is that I've only had chickens for a week and a half now. But, even in that amount of time, they have reminded me of principles that apply to birthing women and those of us who support them.
Let me go back a few weeks....
This is a deeply personal post. It's not my natural inclination to share my feelings in such a public way, but I am feeling deeply grieved by the stories being circulated on Facebook and other social media, to the point of sleeplessness, and I feel a need to share my perspective on embryos, babies, tiny humans.
You know the women that always have a pregnancy test stashed away in case they have a late period? The ones that gleefully announce every pregnancy via Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram? Or maybe they arrange elaborate baby reveal parties to let everyone know about the new addition to their family.
I never was one of those women. In fact, I've only ever taken three pregnancy tests. They were ALL positive. I waited until the last minute with all of them, until there was no other option other than positive. I cried every time.
All of my baby "announcements" were rather sheepish, weighed down by the fact that once again I had failed at "fertility awareness". With the first two babies, I didn't even tell most of my friends until it was obvious that I was "either getting fat or pregnant", as a friend put it. That was around 16 weeks, almost 4 months in.
In fact, despite my current occupation as someone who supports women in giving birth to their babies, I never really planned on having children. I'm not sure why exactly; my parents were and are loving, supportive, and generally a great example in raising responsible children.
The night that I found out I was pregnant with our third child, I had an appointment scheduled. My mind was heavy with concerns over how we would afford another child, how we would find space, and how upset my husband was. (He thought that maybe I had arranged things to get pregnant, but really I didn't know then, and still have no idea, how we got pregnant with our first OR third baby. We were being careful, I thought.) On the way back, one of our Kingdom songs came on. As I listened to the words of the Psalmist and beautiful melody, I sobbed. It was as if the song was written just for me.
I look at birth from the perspective that our bodies are wonderfully made, and if we really believe that and work with the birth process and nourish our bodies properly, they will function optimally, most of the time!