Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling.
Oh but Rudy, how often I wish they were! I have always been a gardener (i.e. I dig with great enthusiasm, plant far too many seeds and then watch as my broccoli gets eaten by the Hungry Caterpillar, and he really is hungry, but I luck out with courgettes and bore people about my polpettes and bizarre courgette cake. Courgette and cake in a sentence - not sure.) Back in SE9 my veg patch was my pride and joy, and was nourished with love and attention.
Now we are a gang of four and have moved to Surrey, our garden is bigger and a joy for us all. My daughter genuinely hops over the fence to play with next door’s girl. My son greedily tucks into the raspberries that grow without any love from me (thank you previous owners for the raspberry canes!)
And I feel safe. I feel secure. I feel at peace.
I’m not suggesting that every woman considering where to give birth should immediately find the nearest garden or garden centre and start to push out her sprog, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if every woman was in a birthing environment where she felt safe, secure, at peace?
Where did you give birth, and how did the location affect your experience? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Power of Mum