The birth bubble is real. Sacred. Strong.
I’m in my rhythm — breathing, moving, connecting.
But then… the hospital takes over.
Bright lights, medical rules, endless questions.
My contractions slow. The system wants control.

And still — I stay rooted and as soft as possible.
I speak up. I breathe through.
I protect the space for my baby’s arrival.

This is a story actual birth, as it truly is: raw, unpredictable, and full of chaos.