Guess what?? I was on the radio! The most nerve-wracking thing I’ve done in ages! But let me back up….
I have a post up this week at Christianity Today’s Her.meneutics blog that I’ve been wanting to write for a long, long time: what hypnobirthing taught me about trusting God. Don’t be put off by the title: there’s something there for every woman who could use some encouragement that our bodies may be broken, but they are capable. Here’s the intro:
My third child came into the world weighing just under 11 pounds, a fact that elicited awe and pity all round, especially when they discovered I’d had him the old-fashioned way. Despite his size, he was my easiest. I delivered him sitting in a tub of water, coached by a midwife, and completely relaxed after several weeks preparing with hypnobirthing techniques. I focused on staying calm, and let my body do the rest.
Years later, watching the British drama Call the Midwife on PBS, I find myself in tears each week as I relive the intense wonder of childbirth. Set in a community of midwives in post-war England, the show depicts women in a different era enduring the timeless challenges of labor and delivery. It was interesting to note a shift in the most recent season: as England’s healthcare system expanded in the ’50s, more women began to give birth in hospitals with physicians rather than at home with midwives. The show leaves me wondering how I’d given birth 50 or even 100 years ago… (Read the rest here)
I got an email the next morning inviting me to talk with John and Kathy at WordFM in Pittsburgh about the article. Holy smokes: talk about nerves. But, leaving my kids with kind friends at a water park, I dashed into my car to take the call.
If you’re curious to hear what I sound like (or what I said!), here’s the link to the podcast.
It’s from 07/01, from 12:40 til 24:00. Sorry about the background noise, folks: it was 100 degrees outside, so there was no avoiding the hum of a/c’s.