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If You Are Searching for a Holiday Gift for a Toddler…

I know I’ve written about playsilks before.  I’ve posted pictures and you’re probably tired of seeing them.  But I’m still amazed at how these simple Waldorf silks have become a daily staple. 

Here is a picture of Norah getting ready for “work.”  Notice she’s babywearing her puppy.  When I ask her what she does at her work, she tells me she plays with the children all day.  The secret irony of this scene is that her t-shirt reads, “I’d rather be naked.” 

Full disclosure:  Lest you think I’m some spectacular Waldorf mama, it should be noted that yesterday while playing in the beautiful dusky outdoors, I saw Norah doing something in the grass with her fingers. 

Me:  Norah, whatcha playing? 

Norah:  I’m blogging, Mama.  Here’s an email for you [she hands me a leaf].

And a few weeks ago, she handed me my white contact lens case saying, “Here’s your ipod, mommy.”

Technology creepin’ in.

Warning

Read only if you want to get red in the face and throw something. 

http://  medpolitics.com/content/How-I-and-my-OB-colleagues-Swindle-Patients-Thinking-That-Their-Decisions-Make-Any-Sense

I broke the link; you’ll have to remove the spaces.

The Rebozo Way

Early in our marriage, Scott gifted me with a lovely sarong from his sojourn in Canada.  I’ve used it as a skirt and as a swimcover.  It found a new use when I became a babywearer.  While caring for my 7 month old cousin yesterday, I pulled it out again.  Most of my carriers are loaned out right now so the sarong was my best bet.  He fell asleep in only a few minutes.  You can see instructions here.   

Meanwhile, check out that vein in my arm!  My midwife-in-training friend is already eyeing my veins for clinical practice.  Yikes, that one is a monster.

The Gamut

Two back-to-back births that ran the gamut.  One striking difference was the OB management of delivery. 

Dr. Masked Man:  He showed up only when baby was crowning.  He involved a surgical tech who draped the mom’s legs and torso in blue sterile paper.  To hold her legs, I had to fight with the ridiculous paper and I did get “the look” from the tech when I rubbed the mom’s thigh over the paper.  The dr. wore a surgical mask, a face shield, a scrub cap, long gloves, full scrubs, and boots.  It could have been anybody under that getup!  The surg tech kept pouring soapy water on the mom without warning and scrubbed her down with antiseptic.  The room was bright and filled with people.  When baby was born, dr. immediately clamped the cord.  Baby was held up (for the photo shot maybe?) and then handed to a nurse for twelve million footprints and procedures.  Then dr. applied strong cord traction for the placenta. 

Dr. Polo Shirt:  Wore casual “street clothes.”  Called the mom by name.  In fact, he called all of us by name.  The room was dim and the only other person was the nurse.  When baby was born, dr. handed her to the mom.  He patiently waited for the cord to stop pulsing while the mom breastfed.  Cord clamped (and cut by me–my first!), mom cleaned up, and dr. patiently waited for the placenta.  He quietly respected the postpartum time by slipping out of the room.  He came back later to quietly bid us all goodnight.   

Which would you choose?  And how would a newly pregnant mom know to even ask the questions to find the right choice? 

A Perfect Posterior

I had a rather unusual birth recently.  A speedy birth.  Four hours, in fact.  The client arrived at the hospital at 9cm and had a baby an hour later.  So what was unusual about this birth?  The baby was posterior; born facing the sky.  And none of us had any idea that was coming. 

Usually the first clue that a baby is posterior is long labor or prolonged pushing.  Or back labor.  My client had none of these.  Her body must like posterior babies.  Some women have an anthropoid pelvis (oblong) and handle posterior babies with ease.  She pushed for only 40 minutes in the hospital “curl around yourself” semi-sitting position.  I imagine this length would have been even shorter if she had been vertical or on hands and knees. 

My favorite part about this birth is that the baby latched on 5 minutes after birth and remained actively nursing for 20 minutes.  It was beautiful.  I am so proud of this strong woman who handled a hard, fast labor with ease.

More Bulgar Joy

Why did no one tell me about this wonderful grain??  I am thoroughly loving bulgar.  Delicious veggie chili recipe I concocted last night: 

I sauteed chunky zucchini, carrots, jalapeno pepper, and onions in grapeseed oil until the veggies were somewhat tender.  (I found grapeseed oil at the flea market yesterday and wanted to use it).  In a separate pot, I cooked 1 cup of bulgar in 2 cups of water (simmer covered for 15 minutes).  After eating three spoonfuls of plain bulgar, I added the veggies and some cumin and chili powder.  I stirred in a can of black beans and a can of diced tomatoes.  Let’s see, did I do anything else?  I don’t think so.  I served with homemade rosemary bread from Monday’s dinner.  Scott ate two bowls so I call my healthy vegetarian meal a sweet success!

In other news, the funniest comment I overheard at the flea market yesterday:  Old man says to other old man, “I can get you any legs in Seneca.”  I hope he was talking about antiques?

In a small voice whispering “circumcision”

I’ve been quiet about this topic because parents have such strong feelings on both sides.  My intent in this post is to encourage you to think about the procedure and the statistics worldwide.  Why did this procedure become so routine in the US?    

When I was pregnant, I honestly didn’t think twice about circumcision until my childbirth instructor assigned one couple (Emily and Matt, I think) to research and present on it.  We had only one friend with an intact son but they were granola so we figured it was a hippie thing.  I assumed that if we had a boy, we would circumcise.  Then I learned about the procedure and I was surprised to learn that the American Academy of Pediatrics does not recommend circumcision.  I widened my view and learned that in other parts of the world, babies are not routinely circumcised for non-religious, medically unnecessary reasons.  In fact, the rates are less than 1% in New Zealand, 2.1% in England, and 9% in Canada.  In non-English speaking countries, the rate for non-religious, medically unnecessary circumcision is close to zero.  Even in the US, it isn’t as common as one might think with roughly half newborn boys being circumcized.  As more insurance companies refuse to cover the procedure (after all, it isn’t medically necessary), the numbers will continue to decline. 

Circumcision does carry risk.  The risks include pain, hemorrhage, infection, surgical mistakes, interference with breastfeeding and sleep, skin tags, scarring, damage to the urethra, and in some cases, death.  Excessive bleeding seems to be the most common complication I have encountered.  There is a new scary risk:  MRSA, an antibiotic resistant staph infection frequently spread in hospitals.  One of my client’s newborn contracted MRSA in his umbilical cord stump.  It was very serious.  Her pediatrician praised her for not circumcising as that would have been an easy opening for further spread of the superbug.

And, of course, for all circumcized infants, there is a guaranteed loss of penile sensitivity.      

Want to learn more?  Check out the studies and information available here and here.  If you would like to see what happens during a circumcision, click on the American Academy of Family Physician site to view drawings (not graphic pictures) of the currently preferred method–the Gomco clamp.  Scroll midway down the page to see the procedure.    

Again, my intent is not to pass judgement.  We are all learning together and I have been on both sides of the fence in this debate.  I do not try to talk my clients and friends out of circumcision.  But for those who have not given the subject much thought, I am providing a starting place to begin considering medical and ethical views beyond the cultural perspectives.

Real Woman of Genius

That is YOU, Tracie Birch, photographer extraordinaire. 

Yesterday, I witnessed my amazing photographer friend in action.  She was photographing four tots (my wild daughter being one of them).  I was impressed by how she kept her cool even though it was steaming hot outside. 

What you will NOT get from a Tracie photo shoot:  an obtrusive photographer yelling instructions or twisting you into fake poses.  Tracie is all about documenting life and enjoying doing it.  She photographed the Upstate Childbirth ladies once and I felt like a million dollars when she finished.  I normally hate being professionally photographed.     

If you’ve never checked out her work, go take a looksee.  And you might even recognize the sweet puppy eyes on the site entrance pic.

Poisoned Baby Formula

It appears that the milk supplier to China’s largest formula maker purposely added melamine to their milk.  Why?  So it looked like it was higher in protein.  Now babies are sick and dying.   

Incidentally, melamine was the same chemical added to pet food imported to the US from China.  Remember that uproar?  I wonder if this situation will get as much attention.

Chewing on a Piece of Grass

I realized something recently.  I always listen to Ventura Highway on my way to a birth or prenatal/postpartum appointment.  What is that all about?  The song relaxes me so maybe it is my subconscious attempt to encourage oxytocin–the love hormone?  Or maybe I’m self-medicating?  My sister (the counselor) teased me recently by “diagnosing” me with a social phobia.  Synthetic oxytocin is currently being studied as a treatment for social phobia.  Still, who needs oxytocin nasal spray when you can listen to America?

At least I think she was teasing me…