This is doubtlessly the first reason why I had this 3rd child: I had not yet succeeded in living a birth serenely and without fear. (A second reason behind the arrival of this baby being the discovery that there is a fine line between leaving your baby crying and letting yourself be submerged by him or her. It is a question of respect for baby’s needs and rhythms (again!) and decoding its language. I shall talk about this in a future article.) There is no denying that my other deliveries went exactly as I wanted, in the privacy of my house, surrounded by people I love and in water. And…