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Fourteen years ago today, I gave birth to my youngest son at home, in a pool of warm water, to the sound of my own roars. It was an unmedicated birth after a cesarean section, something the medical system told me was too risky, too dangerous, impossible. But I had worked so hard for it. And unknowingly, I had been walking through one of the deepest descents of my life. The First Birth: Where I Lost My Power My first birth happened almost three years earlier. A twin birth via