Magnolia Jane’s Birth Story: Part One: The Week Before

I knew I’d go past my due date (May 28) from the beginning. I intuitively felt so strongly that she would come over the Strawberry Moon on June 4. But, as I’ve now learned timelines can change in a moment.

I experienced prodromal labor for weeks prior to Magnolia’s birth.

That final week was full of moments anticipating labor…is this it? Is it really happening? Trying and doing all things possible to induce it. During that week, we were so blessed to have my doula and soul sister, Corinne, come in from out of town to help us prepare mentally, physically and emotionally for birth.

We had such an amazing week together. Full of love, laughs, cries and a lot of reiki & energy healing. That week was the slow down we all needed. Being completely present in every moment.

Cor came fully prepared in doula (& friend) mode to assist in reconnecting my husband and I, myself with my body, myself with the earth and my baby. She and I had many intimate moments of purging old energies, fears and grief.

I am insanely intuitive (& a spirit medium). In my own body and externally for others... ...Like pieces of the puzzle, I can now look back and see that healing my autoimmune opened up so many gifts for the purpose of connecting and knowing my beautiful spirit baby girl on a deeper level.

And so, the week prior to her birth, I was receiving so many signs that didn’t make sense until the end.

After one of the healing sessions we did, I had an overwhelming taste of metal/alcohol in my mouth…like when you get an IV in the hospital. We had no idea why I was experiencing it, so we just made a mental note and moved forward with acupressure and other methods to induce.

The rest of that week, I saw spirits of mothers I’ve known who passed in birth holding Magnolia’s hand, stillborn babies I’ve heard stories of and messages through words and songs.

However, I truly believed it was my fear, not my intuition, therefore I did not want to feed into the negative thoughts.

My pregnancy was so healthy. I did everything right. I had zero signs of complications nor was I high risk. It didn’t make sense to be hearing these messages. It wasn’t possible…

That’s the crazy thing about our intuition. It whispers. It’s subtle. It sends messages whether we want to accept them or not and can most definitely be confused with fear, when it’s not what we want to hear.

Ironically, I wasn’t able to see any of it clearly until I was in the chaos of the aftermath. The beautiful storm that was my baby girl Magnolia Jane...