Thiago Ishmael

Thiago Ishmael was a planned baby and the news of his arrival was an excitement! Since the moment that the test was positive, we knew that we would do things differently, not because things had gone wrong before but because we wanted to have a unique experience. This baby we would have it at home! In a more natural way, in a more intimate way, more our way.

We heard a lot of screaming, a lot of alarm, and a lot of concern... But also lots of support, lots of love and empathy. It was my third pregnancy, but it was totally different from the other two. This one was more relaxed, without pressure, freer, slower...

Despite the joy there was always a fear. Yes, the fear of giving birth! Because it doesn't matter how many time you've given birth, or the way it was done, every woman knows that there is fear and pressure deep down "you have to do it" and it is so! It was not something that can be delegated, is not like someone else can take our position, we have to, and during those nine months between so much happiness that feeling never goes away. But Thank God, Julian was there next to this woman who has the terrible habit of being totally honest with him. Julian was my peace during these nine months, his words, and his happiness through this process made it all easier, he made it real.

Thiago decided to come at 39 weeks and 5days. One contraction at 6:38am advise me that it was time to receive him. Everything was ready, the pool, the water, the room in my home, the messages on the wall, Tommy Torres music in the background, the ginger tea cup and next to me the right people. Sometimes silent, sometimes laughing and sometimes singing... That's how I past the first few hours of my contractions.

As the hours passed the pain increased. The contractions screamed to me that soon it would be time. The entire process I "walked" it accompanied. Sometimes it was the hand of my midwife Kelly, other times, the hands of my sister in law, other's in the arms of Julian. Between contractions I would get lost in the eyes of peace of my midwife assistant Kristen. I would hear the words of both reminding me how powerful I was, how well I was doing. Each time I felt I couldn't do it anymore, Julian would tell me in the ear that I would be able to achieve it and although I confess that in the moments of pain I did not believe him, his words were honey to my heart.

Thiago decided that he would not arrive in a pool (as I wanted), it would not be in the bathroom as (suggested by my midwife), he decided to come in bed, in the position I never thought. I was screaming, he came between powerful screams! Each push, I did it, with all the strength that God placed in me. He arrived with his cord wrapped around his neck, but there was no panic, no emergency... There were hands that received him and deposited him where he should be, on me, on my chest.

God will reward us because he has heard us, that's the meaning of Thiago Ishmael.

He was a big baby, it was a quick delivery, it was a beautiful process.

He's a happy baby, a strong one.

His brothers were waiting anxiously for him.

I was ever alone, I never thought it was wrong what we were doing, I always felt loved, respected, powerful and above all in charge.