The journey there, in Jess’ words.
I grew up in Illinois, found myself pregnant shortly after my 15th birthday, and soon after, married. I gave birth for the first time at a military hospital while restrained, and it opened my eyes to the misogyny, disrespect, and distrust of birthing people’s bodies.
We then moved to Florida and I had the great benefit of meeting a wonderful midwife just weeks before my second son was due. She gave me a copy of Immaculate Deception: A New Look at Women and Childbirth by Suzanne Arms. I voraciously read her book in a weekend. On Monday morning, I announced to my then-husband that we were going to have a home birth, and though he did not share in my enthusiasm, he knew better than to get in my way. While I prepared, my midwife gave me Heart and Hands: A Midwife’s Guide to Pregnancy and Birth by Elizabeth Davis, and it was in those pages that I first saw my calling to be a midwife.
For me, while I was raising my little children, the journey through midwifery training and apprenticeship was long and enriching. When I began my apprenticeship and studies, the credential of “Certified Professional Midwife” did not yet exist; I believe I was in the second wave of CPMs to be certified in the nation. (The likes of Ina May Gaskin and other prominent midwives were the first wave). I was a home birth midwife in Illinois for a while and later I ran my own birth center in Northwest Wisconsin, I have worked for two busy birth centers in the Twin Cities serving birthing folk in group practice. In 2021, I have had the great pleasure of re-entering practice in home birth. It has been a remarkable journey!