Indi was born in the backyard of our Pennsylvania farmhouse, and we were surrounded by my family and friends. Talk about a labor of love! There was nothing but love in the air, and I'm sure that helped Indi make her way into our arms in only four hours.
I'd been having contractions for about a week before I finally went into labor. I kept waking up in the morning thinking, "Today's the day."
Being nine months pregnant in the heat and humidity of Pennsylvania was getting old, so I did what the modern mom does: I went on Twitter and asked if anyone had any tips to make a baby decide to move out of Mommy Hotel.
Sure enough, another mom recommended spicy food. I didn't hesitate: I dragged my husband and daughter to dinner at a Mexican restaurant.
It worked! The next morning I was standing on the stairs in my farmhouse chatting with Ali's mom when my water broke. Instantly I became giggly and giddy with excitement at meeting my new baby.
Soon I was sitting in a blow-up kiddie swimming pool in my backyard with my midwives, family, and friends gathered around. My dear husband was in the pool with me, encouraging me, telling me that I was powerful, capable and beautiful.