At a homebirth, we ran out of ice so I threw a bag of frozen tater tots on the mama’s chest.
By the glow of lamplight, I watched a midwife “dirty dance” with a laboring woman. Très romantique. Ladies, you know who you are.
I got peed on. Twice. At the same birth. On the same foot.
I heard a woman say “schrikeys” during her most intense contractions. Not sure how that is spelled.
I was witness to a homebirth VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean).
I threw a chux pad under a woman who gave birth standing up in a hospital bathroom.
Along with Carey, I started an upstate chapter of the nonprofit BirthNetwork (more to come on that!).
No cesareans, pain medications, or chemical inductions for any clients or students this year.
I continue to confuse terminology between hypnobabies students/clients and non-hypno clients.
Through a weird twist, I ended up with my 5 month old at a homebirth. Had to wrap her on my back and rely heavily on the midwife assistant to doula for my client.
I turned away more women than I was able to serve.
A former client took her own life 9 months postpartum. If you know someone struggling with postpartum depression or postpartum psychosis, please encourage them to get help. We have a wonderful postpartum support group that meets monthly and can provide the resources for help that might be needed.
Wonder what the rest of the year has in store…