“Birth is not only about making babies. Birth is about making mothers—strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength.” — Barbara Katz Rothman
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ― Mark Twain
“The energy it took to exit mother’s womb is the same force required to manifest a dream…a different kind of struggle. Push, push, push!” ― T.F. Hodge
“Actually I don’t remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.” ― Jim Morrison
“It turned out this man worked for the Dalai Lama. And she said gently that they believe when a lot of things start going wrong all at once, it is to protect something big and lovely that is trying to get itself born–and that this something needs for you to be distracted so that it can be born as perfectly as possible.” ― Anne Lamott
“Remember this, for it is as true and true gets: Your body is not a lemon. You are not a machine. The Creator is not a careless mechanic. Human female bodies have the same potential to give birth well as aardvarks, lions, rhinoceri, elephants, moose, and water buffalo. Even if it has not been your habit throughout your life so far, I recommend that you learn to think positively about your body.” ― Ina May Gaskin
“There is just as much beauty in birth as there is in death, and it changes our lives just the same. They both add things to us and take things away.” ― Brooke Taylor
“A mother does not become pregnant in order to provide employment to medical people. Giving birth is an ecstatic jubilant adventure not available to males. It is a woman’s crowning creative experience of a lifetime.” ― John Stevenson
“The best date I’ve ever been on was March 5th, 1982, the day I was born. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget that date.” ― Jarod Kintz
“Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.” ― May Sarton
“The heart is capable of sacrifice. So is the vagina. The heart is able to forgive and repair. It can change its shape to let us in. It can expand to let us out. So can the vagina. It can ache for us and stretch for us, die for us and bleed and bleed us into this difficult, wondrous world. So can the vagina. I was there in the room. I remember.” ― Eve Ensler
“Imagine that the world had created a new ‘dream product’ to feed and immunize everyone born on earth. Imagine also that it was available everywhere, required no storage or delivery, and helped mothers plan their families and reduce the risk of cancer. Then imagine that the world refused to use it.” ― Frank A. Oski (about breastmilk)
“I erupt from the dark, crushing tunnel into a flash of light and noise. A new kind of air surrounds me, dry and cold, as they wipe the last smears of home off my skin. I feel a sharp pain as they snip something, and suddenly I am less. I am no one but myself, tiny and feeble and utterly alone. I am lifted and swung through great heights across yawning distances, and given to Her. She wraps around me, so much bigger and softer than I ever imagined from inside, and I strain my eyes open. I see Her. She is immense, cosmic. She is the world. The world smiles down on me, and when She speaks it’s the voice of God, vast and resonant with meaning, but words unknowable, ringing gibberish in my blank white mind.” ― Isaac Marion
“The whole life of the individual is nothing but the process of giving birth to himself; indeed, we should be fully born when we die.” ― Erich Fromm
“For that half-hour in the hospital delivery room I was intimate with immensity. For that half-minute before birth I held her hands and for that duration we three were undivided, I felt the blood of her pulse as we gripped hands, felt her blood beat in the rhythm that reached into the baby as she slipped into the doctor’s hands, and for a few days we touched that immensity, we saw through her eyes to an immense intimacy, saw through to where she had come from, I felt important being next to her, and the feeling lasted when we entered our car for the drive home, thinking to myself that we weren’t to be trusted with our baby, the feeling lasting while I measured us against the landscape, the February rain, the pewter sky, and then the rain freezing to the roadway, the warmth of the interior of the car with its unbreakable transparent sky dome and doors, until the car spun on the ice in the lane and twirled so that I could take an hour to describe how I threw up my hands in anguish as the baby slipped from her arms and whipped into the face of her mother reflected in the glass door, and she caught the baby back into her arms as the car glided to a stop in its usual place at the end of the drive, and nothing but silence and a few drops of blood at a nostril suggested that we would now be intimate with the immensities of death.” ― William S. Wilson
“In the Bible, a woman was made from a man. In real life, a man is made from a woman.” ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“What dreams lie dormant hidden in the womb of your soul, quietly waiting, incubating seeking opportunity to come forth?
“Like the female cycle that comes every twenty-eight days, over and over again, dreams come to rest in the soil of your mind. They compel you. They disturb you. They haunt you with visions of possibility.
“They prompt you to walk restlessly through life knowing that you may someday stop, listen and decide to nourish them with faith and action.
“Yield to the silent urging. Listen. Hear. Receive.
“Let the dream speak. For it will burst forth from the womb of your spirit. It frees into existence something that lives, brooding in the corner your mind. Hold the seed. Grow the seed. Birth the seed. And life will begin anew.” ― Stella Payton
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