Naissance Instinctive

11/11/2025

Exactly!!!

This is crowning.

What you’re seeing is the baby’s scalp gently folding and molding as they navigate through the vaginal canal.

This isn’t swelling, trauma, or “pushing out a watermelon”.

It’s the body doing what it’s designed to do.

The baby’s skull is made of plates that overlap so the head can change shape to fit through the pelvis.

This molding protects parent and the baby, allowing birth to unfold safely and physiologically.

Too often, people only see birth through medical lenses, monitors, drapes, and sterile lights.

But this is the real view of emergence.

It’s raw, natural, and powerful.

This moment isn’t dangerous.

It’s not an emergency.

It’s life in motion.

The human body working in perfect rhythm.

Let’s normalize what real birth looks like.

Let’s honor how intelligent the body truly is.

-Love,
Flor Cruz
Badassmotherbirther

11/04/2025

This is deeply touching 💚

09/10/2025

True! Love that!!

🌸✨ Birthing Ecstatically ✨🌸

Birth is not only survival. It is not only pain.
It can also be ecstasy.

When the body is undisturbed, when safety and trust wrap around a birthing person like a cocoon, the hormones of labor can open not just the cervix, but the mind, the spirit, and the heart.

🌿 Oxytocin surges like a love-drug.
🌿 Endorphins wash over pain like waves.
🌿 Adrenaline peaks only at the final push.
🌿 And in that moment of release there can be laughter, tears, moans, shaking, ecstasy.

Birthing ecstatically doesn’t mean “without challenge.”
It means fully embodied. It means the same hormones that create or**sm, love, and bonding are also the ones that carry us through labor.

Birth is not just a medical event.
It is a human, primal, sacred, wild experience.

🌀 You are allowed to imagine birth not just as something to survive but as something that can be deeply pleasurable, transformative, and yes… ecstatic.

-Love,
Badassmotherbirther

08/29/2025

Beautifully said!!

✨ When the impossible meets the possible ✨

They said it couldn’t be done.
They said it was too risky, too rare, too much.
But birth doesn’t read the textbooks.

A baby who should have turned,
didn’t. A face, not a crown, pressed into the world first.
Brow furrowed, lips parted, eyes wide with the fire of arrival.

And still, the body knew.
Still, the mother opened.
Still, the earth tilted in awe as a child entered
face to the sky, staring down the odds, proving once again that birth writes its own story.

This is not just anatomy.
This is poetry in motion.
This is the raw brilliance of physiology, the audacity of a mother’s power, and the miracle of a baby who said,
“I will come through anyway.”

-Love,
Badassmotherbirther

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