Monthly Archives: September 2010

Non-Chemical Inductions at the Hospital

I attended two hospital inductions last week that did not involve pitocin or pain medication.  In fact, they did not involve any medications at all. 

First, a disclaimer:  this post is not meant to be a full exploration of risks/benefits of inducton methods.  Please seek full informed consent before choosing any induction method–whether at home or at your birthplace. 

Second, I do not fancy inductions at all.  I am, however, quite happy when my clients do not need pitocin or an epidural during the dreaded induction.

Induction #1:  This mom was 41 weeks and having her 2nd baby.  Dr. Polo Shirt inserted a foley catheter at 9pm.  Mom began feeling contractions almost immediately.  She used gravity for a few hours to help the cath work and then went to bed.  Around 4:30am, she had to concentrate on her contractions.  Nurse offered pitocin at 6am and client declined.  At 8am, Dr. Polo Shirt removed the cath.  Her membranes ruptured on their own at 10:10am.  Baby was born at 10:45am. 

What is the deal with the foley?  This is a urinary catheter.  But in this case, it is inserted vaginally.  The cervix needs to be dilated enough to admit the cath.  Once it is above the cervix, the bulb is inflated.  My understanding of the way this process works:  the bulb mimics the pressure of the baby’s head.  Typically, it falls out when the mom dilates to 4 or 5cm.  It is not painful but may feel distracting since there is tubing coming out of the vagina.  It is usually taped to the inside of the mom’s thigh.  There is a risk that the doctor/midwife will rupture the mom’s membranes.  However, for someone who wants to avoid medicine, this might be an alternative to explore.  Having seen this work beautifully and gently several times, I’ve become a fan of this method over other induction choices.

Induction #2:  This mom was 37 weeks and also having her 2nd baby.  She had a medical condition that required her baby come early.  Knowing this, she prepared her body through acupuncture, massage, hypnosis, and other easy induction tricks.  She was 3cm when admitted in the late afternoon.  Her doctor offered pitocin or artificial rupture of membranes.  My client chose rupture of membranes.  This procedure is painless though contractions may feel stronger without the “cushion” of an intact bag.  There are several risks.  The most significant is a chance of cord prolapse which would result in an immediate cesarean.  After her water was broken, it took some time for labor to kick in.  We climbed many, many flights of stairs and I used several doula tricks.  She dilated ever so slowly and she was offered pitocin 15 million times.  Just before midnight, things became intense.  Baby was born around sometime after 3am.

The typical induction is cervadil or cytotec followed by artificial rupture of membranes followed by pitocin (followed by epidural).  These non-chemical options don’t always work but can offer other options.

New birth story

Added a new birth story to the website:

Elizabeth’s 2nd Hypnobirth

Congratulations Elizabeth and Russ!

Blessingway Cancelled

September’s Blessingway (which is schedule for tomorrow) is cancelled. 

Carey and I are pooped.  Many, many births and many, many long nights clustered together = a much needed Saturday break.

We’ll see you all in October with a fabulous speaker and incredible birth story!

Casting

After our traditional Sunday lunch, Norah ran down to my parent’s pond to fish with Scott and her Papa. 

Norah has a snazzy Barbie fishing rod.

With her first cast, she managed to toss her entire rod into the pond.  She ran off to get Papa. 

Scott waded in to get the rod.  And ZIP…she’d caught a fish! 

Whatever works, I guess!

New placenta prints

I was playing around with a placenta.  (You don’t hear that everyday). 

I decided to try printing one with green.  I think these might make for kitschy conversation starter.  Maybe matted and framed side-by-side?  Would you recognize it as a placenta?

This is a blog

This is a blog.

It is not me.  It is a tiny piece of me that I filter and invite the world to see.  I do share some transparent stories.  But I don’t generally post photos of my dirty laundry or peanut-butter smeared windows.  You don’t know me just from reading this constructed mask of me. 

So may I be honest for a moment?

I have judged other mamas.  I have judged them, found them wanting, and dismissed them.  I have not always assigned positive intent.  I have made assumptions about parents based on their kid’s behavior.  Or what their kids were eating.  Or how their kids dressed.

For these actions, I am ashamed.

And I never want to make another mama feel shamed or dismissed. 

And there is a very precise hurt that comes when someone judges you by the behavior of your children.  Ask me how I know.

I remember being in a group that started attacking formula feeding.  As I looked around the room, I saw the non-lactating mamas look uncomfortable.  And I was so uncomfortable that I went to the car to feed Cedar her bottle of donated breastmilk.  I wonder if any of those mamas ever went back. 

Mamas, can we be gentle with each other?  Can we give grace?  When I see a mom melt down and yell at her kids, can I assign positive intent?  I have no idea what her day has been like.  Am I any better for waiting to yell at my kids when no one can hear me?  Am I any better for blogging mostly about my successes?

The parenting we do in public is only a tiny picture of the huge work done behind the scene.

I’ve worked in difficult careers.  Non-profit, ministry, corporate, education, and now birthwork.  None of it.  None of it compares to the difficult job of parenting.  Can we cut each other some slack?  

Please note peanut-butter smeared windows and screaming child.  And the blurred glimpse of a terribly flawed mama in the glass.

Laughing the baby out

For my sweet student who would like to laugh this time during her birth:

A Hypnobabies mama laughing while she pushes

Has anyone seen the almonds?

I have no idea what is going on in Norah’s head. 

She will be 5 in a few months. 

She has humongous break-downs when things change.  And I’m not talking about big things.  I’m talking about when her poop is flushed down the toilet.  Or when a bite is taken out of the cookie.  Or when Cedar’s hair is combed. 

She melts down.  Wailing.  Gnashing of teeth. 

Tonight.  After carefully counting that there were 17 cubes of cantaloupe on the table, she ate one.  Then immediately began crying and saying, “No!  No!  I didn’t want to do that!!  Waaaaah!  Make it come back!!” 

And a few weeks ago, I magnanimously bought her a 2.50 cookie.  It was a fancy moose.  She took one bite and then started screaming because she wanted the antler to come back.  The cookie sits untouched.

What is this?  What is this??  Anybody?

I have a bazillion pictures on my phone of bizarre things she insists on cataloguing.  Yes, I even have a picture of her poop.  Here is one she asked me to take of her spaghetti twirled on a fork which she refused to eat because it was so pretty.  She wanted me to keep it forever.  I agreed to keep it until the end of the day. 

And she hides food rather than eating it so she can “keep it forever.”  We’ve found cereal in her bed, almonds in her play kitchen fridge, a pancake in the car, a slice of pizza hidden in the fridge. 

Noelle, who works as a counselor to children, came up with the best tool.  She taught Norah to use a mental camera so she can remember things forever.  Sometimes, it prevents a meltdown. 

Ah, this 4 yr old stage has been full of challenges.  I don’t know whether to weather this one because “this too shall pass” or more actively engage in it before it becomes some bizarre eating disorder.  I’m leaning toward the weathering. 

It is coinciding with many statements like “I’m the boss of my swingset/room/toy/fill-in-the-blank and I can do whatever I want with it” and “one day I’ll be a mommy and I won’t have to listen to you.”  So I imagine it is about control.  Seems logical.

Anyone else experienced something like this?  And aren’t you relieved I didn’t post the poop pic?

What does a doula do? #3 Epidurals

What does a doula do when her client gets an epidural?

a) She picks up her aromatherapy and her rice sock and walks out the door saying, “good luck with that, sister.”

b) She orders a pizza and curls up on the couch with a fashion magazine.

c) She gets down to the business of minimizing the cascade of interventions to follow.

I hope you guessed “c.”

Most of my clients have unmedicated births.  It isn’t a bragging point.  Women who expect a natural birth, make careful decisions about birthplace/care provider, and surround themselves with a good support team easily have such a birth.  Afterall, and you may have heard me say this a time or two, birth is a normal bodily function designed to work. 

Still, epidurals happen.  They happen for various reasons.  Sometimes they accompany the not-so-natural contractions created by pitocin.  Sometimes they offer the mom a last-chance before cesarean in a long labor.  And occasionally, I have a client who plans to get an epidural but wants to wait until later in her labor.  Whatever the reason, epidurals happen.

What do I do when a client gets an epidural?

First, I watch her emotions.  Is she disappointed?  Angry?  Does she need to talk?  Maybe she doesn’t feel like talking but would welcome some pampering.  I might bring her a toothbrush or braid her hair.  Freshen the room.  Whatever the vibe, a doula’s first job is to satisfy the emotional needs of her client.

Then I usually send dad out for a break or a meal. 

And I work out a plan.  In my head; not on a whiteboard or anything!  Mobility is most crucial.  Mom needs to move into different positions regularly.  This movement will help her baby continue his rotations.  Some nurses are uncomfortable with moving mom onto her knees (forward leaning) so I carry a picture to demonstrate.  You can see in the picture here that the mom is able to drape over the bed which is almost in a complete slant.  Dad was supporting by pushing against her lower back.  When mom is in this position, I am even able to sift by standing on the bed.  I remember a nursing student walking in while I was standing on the bed sifting a client with an epidural.  She was shocked.  Curiously so.  And stayed to learn more about sifting.  In addition to moving her onto her knees, I’m also shifting her from side to side every 30 minutes or so.     

I’m also watching for her contractions to space out which sometimes happens with an epidural.  If they do, I hit acupressure points or encourage her to do nipple stimulation to get them going again.  While I’m not usually comfortable with intervening much in labor progress, all bets are off when we move into medical intervention territory.  If the epidural causes labor to stall, then pitocin will surely be introduced.  Pitocin can cause fetal distress which, of course, can lead to a cesarean.  My main goal once a client gets an epidural is cesarean prevention. 

Finally, while her birth plan may have hit a bump, I work to keep the environment woman-focused.  In my experience, it seems that the medical team acts differently with a medicated patient.  There is more chit-chat, the lights come on, the traffic increases, the door gets left open.  Nurses and doctors think they can do vaginal exams anytime they please.  She is now continuously monitored by a machine.  She has a bladder catheter, IV, and blood pressure cuff.  Even the dad can get caught up in watching the contractions on the monitor and reporting them like a sportscaster.  “Wow, did you see that one?  It was a whopper!”  I might hit the silence button on the monitor or cover it with a towel.  I’ll encourage my family to stay focused on their baby instead of turning on the TV.  Maybe I’ll do guided imagery or suggest dad could read a story out loud to his baby.  

So while it might seem my job would be easier when the epidural enters the scene, it isn’t.  Nope. 

Meanwhile, I am happy to report that none of my clients this year have had an epidural.  Call me a lazy doula but I like it that way!

Doula Work Related Injury #52

Broken blood vessels on thumbs.