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Saturday’s Blessingways

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A quick reminder that we have a Blessingways:  A Gathering of New and Expectant Families this weekend (March 28) from 2pm-4pm.  Since we had such a great turn-out last month, we’ve moved to a larger space and will gather in the Earth Fare community room. 

This month, Mary Kury will share her positive home birth experience(s).  Natalie Dingledine will provide chair massages to each expectant mom.  And Dr. Feiste, a local pediatrician, will present “The Circumcision Decision.” 

This event is free and open to the public.  We always have dads in attendance and babies/children are welcome.  We appreciate the presence of experienced families as well as new and expectant ones.  It creates a nice balance of support and wisdom-sharing. 

Blessingways are not supported by any organization–just some of us birthy folk who want to create a positive space for new families. 

Come show your support for Dr. Feiste, learn, and share.

To every season turn, turn, turn

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I witnessed my first external cephalic version (EVC) today.  My client has been trying to encourage her breech baby to turn for 7 weeks now.  And while she and the baby handled it wonderfully, the ECV that she’d hoped to avoid proved unsuccessful. 

In googling all the information about turning breeches, I keep thinking about how I would feel and what I would do with a persistent breech.  Feel:  it would be difficult to keep the stress levels down with the multitude of techniques to try.  Seriously, you could easily spend hours a day trying all the techniques out there.  And it would be difficult not to feel some blame with all the messages of “you must relax and let your baby turn” or “what fears are holding your baby from turning?”  Do:  20 years ago, it wasn’t unusual to birth a breech vaginally.  Now, however, at least in my neck of the woods–I don’t know a care provider who would give it a go.  I suppose I would cross into another state or head to The Farm.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this post.  I guess I have lots of sympathy right now– with all the things to *do* to get a baby to turn.  My head spins and I don’t even have a breech.  I know that this family has only a short time before baby will arrive one way or another.  And I know they have been hard at work trying out all those ways to make a baby turn (including acupuncture, moxibustion, chiropractic, inversion, now ECV, etc).  I’m praying their baby will spontaneously flip soon.   

If you’re interested in ECV, you can watch a youtube clip.

“I Didn’t Do It.”

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“Watch this” is the most frequently heard phrase from our toddler. 

“I didn’t do it” is becoming a close second.  Often when I walk into a room, the first thing I hear is “Mama, I didn’t do it.”  Of course, my first reaction is “Well, who did it?”  And it is always either Jude (our dog) or one of her imaginary friends. 

Norah has several imaginary friends:  Toe-Stomper, Sally, Desa, Veda, Aida, and Erma.  Oh, and a little girl named Norah–she lives in mirrors. 

Norah describes Toe-Stomper as a little boy who wears goggles.  This week Toe-Stomper broke a lamp, spilled a glass of water, and ripped mommy’s contact lens in half.  It was my last contact lens.    

I asked my sister (a counselor who works with children) how to handle this and she said to address the clean-up/consequences to Norah since these are her friends.  She suggested that I not challenge the reality of these friends.  The culprit usually leaves by the time the deed is discovered.  And Norah is left to face the music.  I’ve told her that she is in charge of her friends when they are in this house.  If they are about to do something that is not permitted (ahem, like open mommy’s contact lens case), then she must tell them “no.” 

I had an imaginary friend named Sheshach.  He disappeared not long after my sister was born.  I guess it is pretty normal for a first-born?  And harmless?       

Still.  I was pretty bummed about my contact lens.

More Fun at the Pickens Flea Market

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I had such a great time today at the flea market.  My sister-in-law, Rebecca, joined me.  It is always more fun to enjoy the, um, sights, with a friend!

My favorite table today was this one:

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What an odd assortment of items to sale.  What is the strange pitch-fork thing with a hooked end?

However–the highlight!  My natural food guy was back after his long winter hibernation.  Today, I filled two bags for 20.00.  Check it out!  And nothing was expired. 

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That is:  2 boxes of bulgar wheat, 2 boxes of organic granola bars, 3 boxes of hazelnut crackers, 1 large container of almond oil, 3 jars of coconut oil, 1 box of tea, and 1 box of oat bran.  If you’ve ever bought coconut oil, you can guess why I’m so happy about my natural food guy’s return! 

We also had our first (and hopefully only) ultrasound today.  We did the free ultrasound at Greenville Technical College.  It was really interesting since it is a teaching module.  I learned more than I normally would.  Everything looked good–but, of course, they wouldn’t tell us if something was out of the ordinary.  They would send the info to our care provider.  But I definitely saw a three-vesseled cord, a four chambered heart, and a closed spine.  And yes, baby did share its gender.  I chose not to know.  And I haven’t a clue.  My husband chose to know and he better not tell anyone.  So don’t pester him. 

 

The baby’s name will be Cedar–regardless of gender.  The child had fingers in mouth and moved the whole time.  Cedar always moves.  Always.

The Right People at the Right Time

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I had such an unusual birth yesterday.

The mom hired me on Sunday.  As in, the day before yesterday.  She was beyond her due date, not feeling great about her OB group, and wondering if unmedicated birth was possible with her OBs.  She was actually having steady contractions when she interviewed me!  The next morning I joined her and her husband for their birth. 

She was wonderful!  Perfectly uncomplicated labor.  She never complained or asked for pain medication.  She just did the work of labor.  She did ask for endorphins once.  🙂  She and her husband wanted to get to the hospital late to avoid interventions with their OB group.  And she had one OB in particular that she hoped was not on call.  He was…more on that in a minute.  We spent the day at their home.

We arrived in triage at Greenville Memorial and she was already pushing.  The triage nurse checked her, told her to stop or the baby would come in triage, grabbed a resident, and ran to the last bed available in L&D.  Our nurse, Ashley, was one that I’d worked with before.  So we trusted each other.  And the best part–her OB was busy with a birth at another hospital, so we got the resident.  I told this wonderful man, Dr. Palmer, what was important to the mom–immediate skin-to-skin, delayed cord clamping, no routine third stage pitocin, and vertical birth.  He shrugs and says, “That’s fine.”  And he remembered and followed her wishes exactly!  I don’t think her chosen OB would go for most, if any, of those choices.  Yay for Dr. Palmer. 

Ashley brought the squat bar in.  And this incredible woman pushed out a gorgeous baby girl. 

It was as if all the people meant to be at her birth were brought together with such purpose and care. 

Oh, and her OB arrived about 30 minutes after the birth to apologize for missing it…

Home Repair=$1.50

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This post is embarrassing. 

We’ve had a mysterious sound in our home.  The source seemed to be behind the shower wall.  It sounded like cicadas.  But it never stopped–so, we ruled out animal/insect/amphibian since they surely would need to take a break.  The sound had been going on for days.  It was so noticeable that Norah stopped going to the potty by herself out of fear of the strange noise.

Scott thought it was a water leak.  But when he turned off the water, the sound continued.  He crawled under the house and found nothing amiss.  I was about to call a plumber (Hi Laura C!).  Scott is in Pensacola on a business trip and was worried that the sound had not been resolved.  We imagined dire consequences and house catastrophe.  Not to mention…expensive repairs. 

Last night, friends, I sat in the bathroom and puzzled over it.  Using my pregnancy spidey-senses, I listened. 

First, I thought the sound came from my bottle of baking soda water in the corner of the shower.  Picking it up and putting it to my ear–I giggled and thought, “silly girl.”  But I persisted.  Picked up the ACV bottle and listened.  Nope.  Picked up the shaving gel (which I had used that morning!) and whoa!  The sound!  My shaving gel bottle sounded like a troupe of cicadas!  I have since tossed the offending bottle after visions of explosion in the shower. 

What if I had called the plumber?

That Slippery Elm

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Slippery elm bark first slipped into my herbal medicine chest when I was trying to remedy Scott’s heartburn.  Since then, I’ve fallen in love with this powder.  Today I tried out a new recipe:  slippery elm lozenges.

Norah has a cough.  An awful middle-of-the-night cough that has gone on.  and on.  and on.  No other symptoms.  Just the cough.  Aside from hanging out in a steamy bathroom at 3am, nothing has helped.  Not the homeopathic cough syrup, not the herbal cough syrup, not honey sticks, and not the over-the-counter foul tasting medicines we tried.  And I don’t think she would take a spoon of rock and rye. 

Abby reminded me of Aviva Jill Romm’s recipe from Naturally Healthy Babies and Children (thanks for my birthday present Mom!). 

Mix slippery elm bark powder with enough honey to make a dough.  Remember not to give babies under a year old honey.  Add lemon juice or peppermint oil to taste.  I used peppermint.  Roll into a snake.  Slice into pea-size segments.  Spread on a cookie sheet and bake at 250 for an hour. 

Norah–who is now skeptical of all things medicinal–has been begging for these treats.  Personally, I think they are disgusting.  The flavor is fine but the texture is very bouillon cube.  Doesn’t matter what I think.  Norah loves them. 

If you don’t have time for lozenge-making, you can add slippery elm bark to oatmeal without much notice.  Norah is refusing oatmeal lately.  It is difficult to hide in juice or tea since only 10 grains of powder will turn an ounce of liquid into a thick jelly.

Brady’s Birth Story

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[shared with permission]

I had not thought a lot about birth before I became pregnant with Preston. All I did think about birth was mainly negative and never in my wildest dreams would I have thought it could be such a positive experience. I think if more women shared their positive birth stories, we would have a different view of the whole birthing process. Before I start I do believe that every woman is entitled to bring her child into this world how she wants to.  So here is how Preston entered this world, hope you enjoy it and take something from it.

Tyler and I decided that we really wanted to bring Preston into this world without medication or interventions during labor. We started working with our doula, Julie, who educated us on how to follow through with the birth we wanted. Tyler and I read and read and researched and took classes and met with Julie and asked probably a million questions. We learned how to labor together and different methods to help ease the pain of labor. Finally the day was here!

January 24th, 2009
I woke up with a lot of back pain and just did not feel good. Tyler and I went for a long walk and still the pain did not ease up. Needless to say I spent a lot of time in the bath and having Tyler apply counter pressure to my back. We watched a movie and I tried to sleep but could not.

January 25th, 2009
We called Julie around 6:30 a.m. and she told us to try and get some rest. I got into bed and ended up sleeping for about 3 hours. Thank goodness I got at least that because little did I know I was about to do the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Julie decided to come by and check Preston’s position (most posterior babies put a lot of pressure on the back during labor causing the mother to have back labor). Julie walked in at 11:54 and my water broke at 11:57. I remember being excited and scared all at once. We were going to have a baby and I was going to meet Preston, but at the same time I knew that I had a big job cut out for me. My labor progressed quickly. Julie wanted to try to see if Preston would rotate, so that he would be anterior and take some pressure off my back. After doing what she called the “rotisserie,” Preston flipped.

img_7407Labor was starting to get very challenging and I just kept pacing and had not gotten my rhythm down to get through my contractions. My personality is so independent and I think I can do everything myself but I realized that I needed Tyler and I needed to allow him to help me through these contractions. I finally got into a ritual during my contractions. I leaned on Tyler and held his hands over my face and rocked back and forth. Strange, but it seemed to work. My contractions were getting so intense; we decided to head to the hospital. I have to admit in the back of my head I was thinking that natural childbirth was for the birds and I was wondering what I was thinking doing it naturally! The car ride was interesting, my contractions seemed to be back to back and Tyler was driving like a race car driver to get me there. I think he was a little nervous about birthing a baby in the car. I remember not wanting to hear any noises, it was like I was so deep into myself that everything around me was a big blur.

We arrived at the hospital at 3:30 p.m. and instantly I wanted to push. It was a feeling that was welcomed and one you cannot resist. It is funny how your body just takes over and knows exactly what to do (if you allow it to). We walked in and got into the room and immediately I was pushing. The nurse tried to get my IV in, but she failed because my contractions were coming and I could not help but move. I was exhausted and I really wanted to just rest. I kept thinking if I could just rest then maybe I could do this, but I had to dig deep way down inside me and find the strength to continue pushing. Julie and Tyler were great and really helped me to find the strength I needed to get Preston here. I remember thinking that this was much harder than I ever thought it was going to be, but then I felt Preston start to crown and I knew that Tyler and I would be able to meet our son soon if I could just keep pushing. At 5:27 pm Preston was in my arms and it was the best feeling in the whole entire world. Tyler and I created this img_7465beautiful child and all that work during labor was what got him here.

Labor is not easy and it was the hardest task that I have ever done; however it was the most rewarding. After Preston’s birth I felt stronger than I have ever felt in my life. There were many times during my labor where I hit walls and I wanted to quit, but I did not. I climbed them and that feeling is a remarkable feeling. Tyler and I are closer today than we have ever been. Going through the labor experience together fused us together even more than we were before. It took “us” to a new level. Looking back at Preston’s birth it was one of those memories that I will treasure forever. Did it hurt? Yes. Was it hard? Yes. But I learned more about myself and what I am capable of in those 6 hours than I could ever imagine. So childbirth can be a positive experience and I cannot wait until I get to do it again! It is a beautiful part of life and I am blessed to have experienced it.

[I would like to add that Brady made many healthy choices in her pregnancy.  She also made the difficult choice of switching care providers and hospitals in her last few weeks to a more natural birth-friendly practioner.  When I saw Brady and Tyler at a postpartum home visit, they were beaming with respect for each other and adoration for their baby.  It is such a pleasure to watch them grow into a family!] 

Ahhh…the Pregnancy Dreams

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Pregnancy dreams are vivid.  I clearly remember the ones I had when I was pregnant with Norah.  This time around I’ve had three so far.  The first two were about precipitous and early births.  They were uncomplicated.  Only Scott was present. 

The third.  I was in a strange hospital.  Scott was not there.  My mom and some random former co-workers (in great number) were there.  Dr. Polo Shirt attended.  I woke (in the dream) holding a baby boy with a huge head.  He weighed 6lbs 2oz.  Mom told me my heart had stopped beating while I was pushing.  Dr. Polo Shirt said it was no big deal, he got it going again.  I asked if I had torn.  Nope.  I asked what position I pushed in–then said, “Nevermind, you could have put me in McRoberts and I don’t care as long as my perineum stayed intact.” 

Then baby was passed around to the twelve million former co-workers.  Then a nurse tried to take him for “3 hours of very important procedures.”  Thus ensued a tug-of-war with the baby.  I won.  And I ran out of the hospital and boarded a train.  All the while, I’m making big open mouth faces to encourage the huge-headed baby to latch properly. 

I will say again:  Lord, deliver me from hospital births.  I would be an awful patient.  And I think Scott would tangle with somebody.

Seeking a March Birth

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I try not to schedule more than two births a month.  I’ve learned that is my limit in giving my full attention to clients.  However, both of my March births delivered in February!  (Congratulations ladies–two quick unmedicated births!) 

So, I find myself with an empty month.  On the one hand, this free month feels like a nice time for spring cleaning and baby preparation.  On the other hand, a whole month without a birth!?

So, if you know of anyone due in March, I would be oh-so-happy to serve them as a doula or offer a private childbirth class…