The Birth of Eviee

The Birth of Jax

The Birth of Josiah Jayce

The Birth of Jon

The Birth of Jolene Hazel

Birth of Kamille


This birth was quick, and mom was amazing. While planning a birth with the birth center, things took a turn and mom needed to transfer to the hospital for a quick induction due to preeclampsia. With magnesium and pitocin flowing she was determined to go pain medication free. And she surely did! Baby girl was born less than 2 hours after myself and the midwife arrived. Mom and baby were perfect and the family was smitten. Their love was beautiful to witness.



The Birth Story of August James


I woke before dawn, the contractions seemed like they might be real. I walked the 30 or so feet of our hallway and quickly realized they were in fact, real. I say “real” because I had been having some sort of tightness and discomfort for almost a week but nothing was happening.
“Brian” barely swished out of my mouth as another hit. I called Dawn and she asked if it was time. I said yes and she hauled ass over to get Benjaroo.
Brian reminded me that we didn’t need to call Cindi yet. I got dressed in yoga pants and a tee shirt. I told Brian I was walking outside for a bit. He wanted to go but I told him I wanted to go alone, that I wasn’t going to birth in the street. That this wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle alone.
I walked down a vacant house on the bay side. About 2 houses away. It has a white sandy beach. By now the sun had been up for thirty minutes or so, the wind was really blowing steady, in a cleansing way. I stood under the swaying pine trees and looked out towards the island. I could see the dune where Brian and I had fallen in love. I raised my arms in a sun salutation as my body pulsed with contractions. Three pelicans alighted one at a time on some dock pilings. I felt them to be my mamaw, Grannie and my friend Brian McGregor. I breathed in their strength and blew out my weaknesses.
I talked to myself. I recited “this is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.” I thought of my Mamaw having her twin babies in a shack. The midwife put an axe under her bed to cut the labor pains. I felt the sand melting in between my toes. Then I was ready. I turned toward home and my Brian was there watching me as I keeled over. He got there in time to walk me home.
I know it was 7:40 when we got back inside as my neighbor was loading kids into the car for school. Her seven year old was so excited I was finally having the baby!
I laid on my side, on my couch with Brian sitting in our ottoman holding my hands all day. I moaned through the contractions. We watched Dazed and Confused. I drank water, ate salty spinach, turkey roll ups and string Cheese. I’d get up and pee and it hurt to contract standing up, but I was fine on my side. We watched Caddyshack. I got up to pee right before the golf course blows up and then it changed. I couldn’t visually concentrate on movies. I laid there and slept between contractions in some sort of hypnotic state. When the surges came I moaned and squeezed Brian’s hands. My left hand clasped his left hand, and right with right. we were crossed like that all day. I think I slept an hour and then I asked for my music. We did Arcade Fire’s Funerals in its entirety, I felt every single note of that album pulsing through my body. I heard every instrument. There are like 15 people in that band. I sang loudly and got myself pumped up. I cried. I loved it so much. Fucking Arcade Fire is the shit.
Brian had been timing contractions off and on to see where we were at. He knew we were nearing transition but I really didn’t. The pain increased so gradually that I was able to manage it completely. It was like when I got back to exercise after Benji and just walked another driveway further each day. Just the smallest amount dripping on top of the existing pain. Like going further into an asana with each breath.
My water broke as we started listening to the hard stuff. I remember pumping my fist and trying to sing along to Where Eagles Dare while lying on my side on the couch.
My mom came, I was now laying with Benji’s dragon blanket draped over me. I was getting the chills. It freaked her out. I talked to her for a bit but I was ready to go inside and she could tell and left us to get Benji.
Quickly thereafter my water broke. I had put on Brian’s surfboard boxers because I thought my dad was coming, I had been in a sports bra and grannies all day. Thank god, the boxers absorbed the first gush and none got on our couch. I think I did some more side lying.
Then I got on my hands and knees on our ottoman and Brian sat across from me. I asked for a towel to drape across it because I said it smelled like our feet.
I threw up and Brian announced I was in transition. I was so excited. I think we put on Rebel Girl and then things got serious. Brian calls Cindi. It is 3:30.
Brian got up to unlock our front door. I am nude from the waist down with my ass in the air, facing the glass door. He goes, “whoa, you are really dilated.” I said “you can tell from over there?” He said “yeah, we might be on our own.” I am amazing myself with this pain management I’ve got going on. Like I am seriously impressed with myself. I just moan and moan, breathing through every contraction. I think it’s funny that my fully dilated birth canal and asshole are facing the glass front door. Things are going good.
Cindi gets there, slides off her clogs and sits next to me on the floor. She gives me the once over and then watches us do some contractions. I ask her who else is coming. She tells me Annette and Sarah. I never met Sarah, I say. Cindi assures me she’s great. I loved Annette from my last two appointments so I’m stoked she’s coming. She even impressed the hell outta Brian which is damn difficult.
Cindi suggests I plant my left foot on the floor for the next one. This idea sounds terrible to me, but I remember Christy teaching us that we should try a new position for at least three contractions so we give it a go. I even do the other side for two and decide I want to stay on my hands and knees. Or I want in the tub, I can’t remember exactly. I do get in the tub once Cindi checks the water temp and at some point Annette and Sarah got there. They were setting up stuff and were doing their best to remain invisible. I don’t really notice them or Cindi, I’m into Brian and Auggie.
Once in the tub, Cindi tells me to try and push with the next contraction. I say “already?” She’s like, “yeah, try.”
I push on my hands and knees, holding Brian’s hands as he sits outside the tub. It’s going okay, but I feel like I’m working too hard to hold myself out of the water. I know that if my body is working this much, this hard, this position just isn’t right.
He runs and puts board shorts on. He gets in and I lay with my back on his chest. It works.
I push once and start saying the “I don’t think I can do this” and “what were we thinking” crap. Then I hunker down and push more. The top of his head comes out. Cindi encourages me to breathe through the next contraction and just allow him to sit there so I stretch out. I am now super serious and focused. The next contraction comes and I push again. Cindi says, “his head is out, touch it!” I touch his head and its still collapsed. This feels weird. I don’t like it, but I’ll always remember the first time I felt his fuzzy hair floating in the water. She tells me she wants me to grab him when the next contraction comes. I do that but I had my hands on him weird so she takes over. According to Brian I was about to pull him out by his head.
Then I finished my final push and he was out. He was immediately placed on my chest and I kissed his slimy head over and over, “my baby, my baby, my baby”
It was 5:05pm, I had a 9-5er, the most convenient time. I had sleep, I went to bed at a normal time. I couldn’t had dreamed it would be this perfect.
We all go back to our bed
and crawl under the covers. Auggie isn’t getting warm enough, so we lay with a heating pad. He finally warms up. He latches right on,
I push once and the placenta comes out. I never tore! I never got hemorrhoids! Thanks for having me hold him steady Cindi. You’re amazing!
My mom gets there and brings Benji in. He has a mixed reaction, really just wants me. Brian and I talk to him gently and he’s obviously overwhelmed but he is happy.
Cindi weighs and measures him. 8 pounds, 7 ounces. My mom just wants to hold and hold Auggie. It’s so sweet. Brian feeds me my stuffed peppers as Auggie nurses.
Annette and Sarah are there, popping in only when necessary. Helping Auggie stay warm, cleaning me up, checking our vitals. Annette got me in the shower. That was amazing! They did all the laundry, we used a lot of towels.
All three of them were like that, just there when we needed them. When you witness the synergy of a good team, it’s truly moving. They all knew what to do when without a lot of direction. And that’s really it. They left and our family was a little bit bigger.
I have a hard time describing the birth the way people want to hear. They are disappointed. It’s a boring story. I end up saying, “we watched Caddyshack, I pushed, he was born.” Did it hurt? “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Then I say my excuse, “my back is shot, so I’m used to a lot of pain.”
I don’t really want to make that excuse anymore. It was non-eventful. That’s what you want for your birth! Hooray for my boring story! Yay!
I was diligently cared for by my husband for most of my labor. We talked all day long, about so many things. We did this before kids but we never truly cherished those moments like we did as I laid on that couch, laboring through the day. We love our quiet snippets of time together and that day we got hours. In a row. Of peace and conversation.
My midwife came for the last hour and a half. She was wonderfully hands-off, allowing our beautiful experience to truly be ours. We did not need her until she was there. A truly synergistic experience.
The birth of August James Burger was more about me than him. I’m not embarrassed of that. It filled me with enough strength to care for my two sons with grace and humility. It humbled me to labor as my Mamaw did in that ramshackle place down the river from the Gulf that feeds the bay, that feeds those pelicans I looked out that morning. Brian even drew me an axe and put it under our couch.

The Birth of Jude Allan

On January 14 Todd and I (Nina) welcomed our first child into the world. Jude was born on January 14th at 6:42 p.m. He weighed 6lbs 10oz and was 20in long.
At three in the morning on January 14 my water broke but I was not having contractions. I rolled over and told my husband (Todd) what was going on and then went back to sleep. At 9 a.m. I called the office and told Christina what was going on. Cindi wanted me to come in and confirm that my water had broken and receive my first round of antibiotics. After receiving the antibiotics and confirming that my water broke we headed home. We knew we would have to return later in the afternoon and receive a second round of antibiotics. Once we left at 1 p.m. the contractions began and increased in intensity by 4 p.m. I returned to GBO at 5 p.m. and received my second round of antibiotics. On the ride over I knew I could not make another car trip from Milton to the birthing center. Todd and I were planning on staying in a hotel next to GBO but Cindi suggested we stay. The offer was a great relief to me. Upon checking we found that Jude was going to be here much sooner than expected. The pushing began and he (Jude) was born at 6:42 p.m.
We were able to welcome our son into this world in a peaceful and intimate manner. I want to thank all the ladies at Gentle Birth for helping us welcome our son into this world. I also want to thank everyone in helping us through our breastfeeding struggles. Your support and encouragement has been a blessing.

Birth Story of Harrison Lee by Photographer

This birth was special. Leading up to this, the family with two baby girls were expecting their third. Their last. Momma went above and beyond to soak in every moment of her last pregnancy. This would be her second home birth after a cesarian. She also was the most prepared pre-birth planner from notebooks for the birth team, labeled everything, birth affirmations, the works! Dad is the only son, to an only son, to an only son, so the anticipation for what their surprise gender baby might be was on a whole new level. Dad could possibly be the last man to carry his last name. His last minute guess was another girl, whereas momma had a feeling the stars had aligned just right for her boy.

I got an update in the night that her water had broken, but minimal excitement to follow with slightly irregular contractions. I was tingly and couldn’t sleep, so after a few texts back and forth I decided to jump in the car and make the hour drive to her home. She labored so calmly, humming through each wave. We talked and laughed between them. She had the lights off and the christmas tree lit. It was beautiful. With finally deciding to empty her bladder, she was hit with wave upon wave. She knew. I knew. Call the midwife ASAP! The midwife, like I did, had an hour drive to her home. The youngest baby girl woke up from her slumber while dad called the midwife. Momma had prepared a beautiful birth room, with christmas lights, a birth pool, affirmations all over. She stopped in the living room and got on all fours. Baby was coming right there on the living room floor and right now. The intuition was strong for us all, including the midwife, who happened to be right down the street already! I ran to wake up big sister to join us as momma started to push. Within just a few minutes baby was here….

I must point out the photos momma chose on her wall to focus on.

Both of her daughters births. Her first baby a csection and her second baby a home water birth.

The affirmations she wrote herself are truly perfect.






Pure Bliss

The Birth of Athena

After experiencing false labor for 18 hours the weekend before and walking as much as I could for the last few weeks I was skeptical when contractions picked up, even though Cindi had checked me that morning (12/19) and said it wouldn’t be too much longer. When the contractions picked up I thought they would stop again so I let my husband (Justin) sleep and went to take a bath (this was around 5:30 or 6). I read on my phone as I soaked in the bath but the pain was increasing and very difficult to ignore, at 7 I could not stand staying still anymore and had to get my husband to help me out of the tub. We had no idea what part of labor we were in, but he did a great job of helping me remember things we could do, and he helped me do the abdominal lift during contractions. At first things seemed okay, but I could not stand lying down or sitting during contractions, I felt the need to pace or be on my knees with my body draped on my birth ball. I also began feeling very nauseous and ended up throwing up four times between 7 and 10pm. Shortly after ten I told my husband that the contractions were getting really bad and I felt a lot of pressure down there. He had been texting Cindi for me and let her know, and she said that we could head to GBO when we were ready. Even after everything that night it still surprised us that it was really time to meet our little girl, but we quickly shook off the shock and excitement and Justin gathered our stuff while I took what seemed like forever getting down the stairs and dreading an hour and a half car ride to GBO. We got in the car and were about to reach the entrance to the interstate, where we would still have about an hour drive when my water broke. Justin asked me if I was sure, I was just glad it had broken because while pain was still there it felt a lot more productive now and I knew this was for sure the real deal. Justin drove as fast and safely as possible, with both of us worrying at different times that the baby might come in the car. I just remember being quiet and just waiting to get there, and griping the peppermint essential oil bottle in my hand that I was still holding onto in case the nausea returned. Looking back now the drive wasn’t that bad, I had thought the pain would make it unbearable but for the most part I was just very focused on what my body was doing. Justin had sent Cindi a “Glympse” so she was actually follow where we were in the car and how long it would be until we arrived. We got to GBO at 11:46 after I had cursed every red light we hit. We were greeted as soon as we got there and Cindi waited for a contraction to end before bringing me inside. Since I was already at the pushing stage I quickly got to the bed in the birthing suite and besides working on getting the baby out the only thing that crossed my mind was if it had turned 12 yet, making it the baby’s official due date or if she would be born in the last moments of the 19th. After some time pushing, with everyone encouraging me and Justin letting me know he could see the baby’s hair and letting me know she was almost there, Athena was born at 12:13 midnight on 12/20! I could not believe it when she was out, I felt so happy and realized and excited that our baby was finally here! I tried to catch my breath and figure out how to hold the wiggling creature that was my daughter. When I think back I still can’t believe I was able to do it, and I know it was the support of Justin, Cindi and the birth center staff that allowed me to be able to focus and relax without letting the pain scare me and cause problems. Athena is amazing and Justin and I are so in love with her. I love sharing our story with others, and will be praising GBO whenever I get a chance. I also love it when sharing our story how my husband always says how proud he is of me, I feel like everything happened perfectly and the way it was meant to. I was always remember it as the day we became a family. We just want to say a big thank-you to Cindi and everyone at GBO, not only was our birth what we wanted but we also have received great post-natal care and I feel confident about breastfeeding thanks to our experience with GBO.

Miss “Athena Jade”

born 12/20/14 @ 0013 

7lb 9oz and 21 in. long.