Preparing for Baby and a Home Birth

Preparing for this baby has slowed me down in ways I didn’t expect. Even as the days stay full and the farm keeps moving, there is a quiet awareness underneath it all. Something holy is coming. I feel it in the way I move through the house, in the way I notice small things, in the way my body asks to be listened to a little more closely.

Choosing a home birth has shaped how I am preparing. It has me looking at our home differently, not as a place that needs to be perfect, but as a place that already holds our life. This is where we eat, where we rest, where we pray, where we gather. It feels right to imagine welcoming new life here, in familiar rooms, surrounded by the rhythms we already live in.

Some of my preparation has been quiet and practical. Washing tiny clothes and folding them slowly. Setting aside food for the weeks ahead. Thinking through what will need to pause and what can wait once baby arrives. I find comfort in these small tasks. They feel like a way of saying yes, we are making space.

But most of the preparation is happening inside me. Preparing for a home birth has been an exercise in trust. Trust in the way my body was designed. Trust in the process of birth itself. Trust in the support around me. It is less about control and more about presence. Less about managing and more about allowing.

This season has also drawn me deeper into prayer. I find myself asking God for wisdom, for peace, for protection, and for the ability to stay grounded no matter how things unfold. Inviting Him into this process brings a calm that I cannot create on my own. It reminds me that this life is a gift, not something I am responsible for orchestrating perfectly.

As the weeks move closer, I am learning to listen. To my body. To my intuition. To the gentle cues that tell me when to rest and when to prepare. I am letting go of the idea that readiness looks like having everything figured out. Instead, it feels more like alignment. Creating space for trust to take root and fear to loosen its grip.

I do not know exactly how this birth will unfold. And strangely, that feels okay. This baby will arrive in their own way and in their own time. My role is simply to be present, to be open, and to receive this new life with gratitude.