I cycled down the packed and busy village road in India. I live at a pilgrimage site and being Sunday it was packed! Buses come and drop off people there from near and far villages and towns. I mazed my way through the throngs of small Bengali’s and their bright red and yellow saris.
The more I read about the herb Motherwort, Leonurus cardiaca, the more I feel so warmed and drawn to her amazing healing potentials!
As a holistic Women’s health and wellness doctor I am very enthusiastic and dedicated to supporting ecological and natural ways to support women’s health and well-being.
If every women could feel THIS way while their amazing and exquisite body is nurturing their baby – these happy, proud, loved and lovely feelings will enter each of her cells!
I have seen racism, rudeness and force by the head of departments. I have seen disregard for consent. I have seen midwives joke and poke and stare at various vulva’s when the mother is conscious and her head is behind the screen in preparation for a caeserian section.
It was an intense sharing after an intense week. We were tired, begging for answers, needing support and also feeling deeply satisfied after that week. She turned to me and looked (or locked) me in her eyes and said “Thank you for all you are doing.”
When a mother embraces her newborn baby, her third child to her chest with deep loving affection and relief, a few minutes old and you witness the most precious time in a life, and she says “this is the first time I am seeing a newborn”…you wander what is so wrong with the system that she did not have this with her first 2?
“Will the baby breathe?
Everyone is holding their breath. Identifying with the baby unconsciously. We have all returned from our own births – fighting for breath just like this newborn baby; on the verge of suffocation……”