During my second pregnancy I was drawn to Lotus Birth through contact with ShivamRachana at the Centre for Human Transformation (CHT) near Melbourne.Lotus birth made sense to me at the time as I remembered the strange and uncomfortable feeling of cutting through the gristly, fleshy cord that connected my baby to placenta and mother. The feeling for me was like cutting through a boneless toe, and it felt good to avoid this cutting with my coming baby.
Through the CHT I spoke with women who had chosen this for their babies, and experienced a beautiful post-natal time. Some women also described their Lotus-borne children’s self-possession and completeness. Others described it as a challenge, practically and emotionally. Nicholas, my partner, was concerned that it might interfere with the magic of those early days but agreed to go along with my wishes.
Zoe, our second child, was born at home in 1993. Her placenta was, unusually, an oval shape, which was perfect for the red velvet placenta bag that I had sewn. Soon after the birth, we wrapped her placenta in a cloth nappy, then in the placenta bag, and bundled it up with her in a shawl that enveloped both of them. Every 24 hours, we attended to the placenta by patting it dry, coating it liberally with salt, and dropping a little lavender oil onto it. Emma, aged two, was keen to be involved in the care of her sister’s placenta.
As the days passed, Zoe’s cord dried from the umbilical end, and became thin and brittle. It developed a convenient kink where it threaded through her clothes and so did not rub or irritate her. The placenta also dried and shrivelled due to our salt treatment, developing a meaty smell that interested our cat!
Zoe’s cord separated on the sixth day without any fuss. Other babies have cried inconsolably or held their cord tightly before separation. We planted her placenta under a mandarin tree on her first birthday, which our dear friend and neighbour later dug up and put in a pot in her yard when we moved interstate. She told us that the mandarins from the tree were the sweetest she had ever tasted.
After such a positive experience with Zoe we decided on a Lotus Birth for our third child as well. Jacob was born into water at home in 1995. Jacob and I stayed in the water for some time after the birth, so we floated his placenta in a plastic ice-cream tub (with the lid on, and a corner cut out for the cord) while I nursed him. This time, we put his placenta in a sieve to drain for the first day. I neither dressed nor carried Jacob at this time, but stayed physically in touch with him in a still space while Nicholas cared for Emma (four) and Zoe (two). His cord separated in just under four days, and I felt that he drank deeply of the stillness of that time.
His short “breaking forth” time was perfect, because my parents arrived the following day to help with our household. Nicholas later chose a Jacaranda tree under which to bury Jacob’s placenta at our new home in Queensland.
My fourth baby, Maia, was born in Brisbane, where lotus birth was still very new, in 2000. We had a beautiful do-it-yourself birth at home, and my intuition told me that her breaking forth time would be short. I decided not to treat her placenta at all, but kept it in a sieve over a bowl in the daytime and in our red velvet placenta bag at night.
Maia’s cord separated in just under three days and, although it was a cool time of year, it did become friable and rather pungent. (Salt treatment would have prevented this.) Her placenta was buried in our garden, with a rose bush planted on top. I broke off a piece of her dried cord, which had some amazing and beautiful twists, to keep for her.
My older children have blessed me with stories of their experiences in pregnancy and birth, and have been unanimously in favour of not cutting the cord, especially Emma who remembered the unpleasant feeling of having her cord cut (after it had stopped pulsating), which she describes as being “painful in my heart”. Zoe, at five years of age, described being attached to a “love-heart thing” in my womb and told me “When I was born, the cord went off the love-heart thing and onto there [her placenta] and then I came out.” Perhaps she remembers her placenta in utero as the source of nourishment and love.
Lotus birth has been, for us, an exquisite ritual that has enhanced the magic of the early post-natal days. I notice an integrity and self-possession with my lotus-born children, and I believe that lovingness, cohesion, and trust and respect for the natural order have all been imprinted on our family by our honouring of the placenta, the Tree ofLife.