04/21/2024
My Path to Motherhood” by Nafatarie Gordon
Stepping into motherhood was a journey experience with both excitement and trepidation, a journey I now regard with deep reverence. Amidst the initial thrill, apprehensions later loomed.
My Intention was clear:
Relocating overseas just before the pandemic’s grip tightened, I grappled with the weight of solitude, with worries of not having the physical familial support I longed for during this pivotal time.
Additionally, my own childhood struggles with eczema fueled a personal desire to bestow upon my future child a legacy of robust health and wellness.
Fortunately, my husband, an authority in the realms of medicine and herbalism, offered invaluable guidance, providing access to a wealth of cutting-edge information. Together, we embarked on a transformative journey, overhauling my dietary habits to embrace a nourishing vegan, ital lifestyle.
Energized Pregnacy:
I remember waiting to experience sickness, tiredness but surprisingly, my pregnancy unfolded without the usual pangs of nausea or insatiable cravings. Energized and buoyant, I immersed myself in activities like yoga and jogging, nourished by a bounty of wholesome foods, from Purple sea moss, to nutrient-rich staples like African Fonio, Baobab Powder and Avocados.
For example, Fonio was vital for the fetus healthy development during the early stage, as it is high folate. Baobab powder is very high in vitamin C. Also explain in my Bio and via my Youtube.
I cried, I cried:
Yet, amid the positivity, challenges emerged, testing the bounds of my resilience. Initially envisioning a serene water home-birth, I enrolled in a natural birthing program facilitated by compassionate midwives in Orlando. However, as my due date drew near, unforeseen complications cast a shadow over my plans. Preterm contractions coupled with my baby’s weight not reaching the parameters for a home water birth forced a swift reassessment of our birthing strategy. I remember crying so much, hugging my husband in a corner of my room, with my only support virtual due to the pandemic. He
No medication, 3 days Labor:
Confronted with the daunting prospect of hospital delivery in the USA as a black women, also in a global pandemic, compounded by the absence of physical support due to travel restrictions, I grappled with anxiety and uncertainty. Yet, buoyed by unwavering physical support from my husband, I embarked on a grueling three-day journey of labor, sustained by nothing but seeded watermelon and the unwavering belief in my body’s innate strength.
Refusing to yield to the allure of medical intervention, I traversed the throes of childbirth with unyielding determination. Even amidst the clinical setting of an unwanted hospital ward, I clung steadfastly to the sanctity of my birthing experience, guided by intuition and the unshakeable bond with my partner and family.
