Since admitting to myself last fall that I want to be a midwife, a new law has been passed in my state. It turns what was previously an a-legal (neither legal nor illegal, and completely unregulated) profession into one that will need to be licensed or face possible legal issues. Licensure was hard fought for by many midwives in the state who desire the [expected] safety of an officially legal status, and a board of governance (composed mostly of midwives) that will set standards and review cases when things go wrong, as well as the possible privilege of prescribing a few key medications without fear of being accused of practicing medicine without a license. I can see the benefits here. I think I can.
And yet I’m not in favor. At least, I don’t THINK I am. That is to say that I want to be teachable. It’s possible that I’m not fully understanding all the implications of and positives in licensure, which is why I’m seeking out conversation with the midwives I’m aware of who championed this bill and pushed it through, so that I can hear their perspectives, being open to the idea that I’ll be otherwise persuaded. This means that what I’m about to share here is my perspective from where I now sit, and it may change with time and further consideration.
I’m pulled to midwifery for many reasons. But one thing that I love about midwives is the feminine. Women tend to have different ways of knowing things, and feminine knowledge originates in body and soul, it’s intuitive and evolving, it’s relational and connective. All the best of what women have to offer to the world is expressed in traditional midwifery. It’s one of the few remaining frontiers in which women’s way of knowing and doing haven’t been usurped by a more masculine and patriarchal structure of logic, reason, linearity, hierarchy and competition. Midwives are women serving women, and until relatively recent history, men didn’t enter into the spaces that they occupied, which were seen as women’s domain. So there’s something really special there, and really sacred, a rarity. The midwifery model of care — though it has of course changed over time in some small and some larger ways — is so completely other than the medical model. It is an entirely different beast, being measured by it’s own standards, reigned over by a different paradigm, and this is why I treasure it, and why I chose it for myself when I had my own babies.
Midwives have traditionally been chosen by their communities, recognized as having a gift and a calling to do the work of being with other women in childbirth, then apprenticed under another older midwife to learn the ancient wisdom of midwifery. Midwifery is not merely science, best practices and didactic education (though all of that has a place). In fact, the way to be a midwife has always been more about calling, and the equipping has come through what you could probably call discipleship — a process of coming along behind a teacher and learning to walk and think and act like she would. Midwifery is of women, for women, and by women. We serve one another in our most vulnerable moments, and we bring to the table not only our skilled hands and sharp, quick minds that have learned how to unstuck a shoulder, revive a baby slow to breath, or sever a cord, but also our spirits. We bring our intuition and our love to the table, we bring our sympathy as other humans who have walked the same road of transformation as the birthing mother who is currently receiving our help. We check our egos at the door, and we hold space so that a mother can find herself, her power and her knowing.
[Notice: I’ve stopped writing about midwives in the third person and have begun to use the pronoun “we.” Interesting.]
SO then, what happens when we take that old “system” of traditional midwifery and subject it to standards, paradigms, and structures that are fundamentally different? What happens to that beautiful and ancient way of walking with another woman through the most ordinary of miracles when we say it needs to meet medical standards and appease government regulations? Will it not inevitably begin to shift in spirit? Will it come to doubt its own wisdom and begin to look more and more — in tiny and at first imperceptible ways — like medicine? Will herbs and homeopathy and other ways of healing that are derived from God’s gifts to us in creation begin to be crowded out with prescription drugs? Will soft hands standing by in trust begin to be replaced by ones that are too busy, trying to actively manage a birth with tools and manipulations? Will research and evidence-based protocols begin to silence the intuition that tells a midwife that in this particular birth a specific and perhaps seemingly illogical action is really what’s needed for this woman and this birth?
Then there’s the question of the path to becoming a midwife that this law now requires to be taken if one is to be a legal/licensed midwife. For all of human history, the only “education” a midwife underwent has been apprenticeship until deemed ready by your teacher to be sent out on your own, or diving in because there’s no one else available to the needed work of helping women have babies. In recent decades, since certification came into the picture (which is different from licensure but a step in that direction), it has thus far been true that one valid pathway to becoming certified is what’s called the PEP process, which is entirely apprenticeship based, but requires specific documentation of births attended and skills mastered, followed by sitting for an exam called the NARM. However, with the new law, the PEP process will no longer be considered valid. The only way now to become certified and therefore also licensed is to obtain a midwifery degree from a college accredited by the MEAC. Apprenticeship no longer has a role (as of January 1, 2020) in the making of midwives. I mourn this! It really troubles me.
I have never believed that a good minister/pastor is made by seminary. It’s not to say that seminary cannot play a part in the making of a good pastor, but seminary alone actually has a tendency to turn out a lot of cerebral, proud, and out-of-touch managers of institutions we call churches, rather than the fatherly shepherds of grace to human souls we would hope that they would be. Similarly, with midwives, a head full of book knowledge and many tests of memorization plus some clinical experience does not make a midwife, as it doesn’t touch her soul or her very way of being. A midwife is made by God’s call on her life, by the sort of woman that she is, by the life experience she has and the wisdom she’s accrued through her life, and by the teacher whom she’s followed and imitated. Why would we do away with apprenticeship? Removing it is another example of making midwives via the avenues through which doctors are made. But a midwife is not a medical professional, just as birth is not (usually) a medical event.
In light of all of this, I have choices to make. Tim and I need to hash things out, discerning what is right for our family’s future. I need to converse with the midwife under whom I plan to apprentice to see if we can be on the same page. Most importantly, I need to hear God’s voice and instruction telling me which way to go. I can tell you what my heart (and spirit?) is inclined to do, but because it flies in the face of law and logic, I am taking a long and prayerful pause before taking a step.