I planned my birth the way I plan a space project. A clear vision, a carefully chosen team, every possibility mapped. And I prepared the other way too: releasing the fears I didn't know I was carrying, training my body to find safety. My daughter was born at home, in water, at 8:58 on a May morning. Not because I was lucky. Because I was prepared, and this guide is that preparation, written down for you.
When you're ready for the complete book — the birth, the forty days, the plan, the recipes — it's here.
"Everything I did across nine months to walk into my birth as the decision-maker, not a passenger."