It has taken me many months to put this experience down on paper, which is ironic since I have urged many women to recount their story quickly so they don’t forget it, knowing it is something worth commemorating. Looking back now at my work in the birth world, I was carrying around and spewing so many ideals and dogmas without any tangible experiences to back them up yet. It is hard not to come down on myself as a fraud - who was I, the Maiden, in any authority to guide a woman into Motherhood when I myself had never made the journey? What scars and wounds did I impart on women through my naivety?