I didn’t scream. I sang.⬇️ When I gave birth to Grayson, we had music playing. My kids danced. My momma laughed. I soaked in a warm tub surrounded by candles. We prayed. We worshipped. It was calm. It was powerful. And it was mine. Not because I got lucky. But because I was prepared. I knew what was happening inside my body. I wasn’t afraid of it—I worked with it. I had tools—not just “breathe in, breathe out,” but positions, movements, mindset shifts. I knew my rights. I wasn’t intimidated by t