Category Archives: Doula

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.

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…

What does a postpartum doula do?

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Anything my client asks me to do.

Yesterday, at a lovely postpartum visit, I blew up balloons. Lots of balloons for the big sister’s birthday party. My lungs got a work-out!

At one postpartum visit the mom wanted me to hold her baby so she could shower. She put me in a chair in front of the TV, handed me a precious little bitty one, and even offered me sweet tea!

The most difficult task I’ve been asked to do? Iron a former military man’s white dress shirts. I don’t even own an ironing board and I have no idea what to do with starch. I could only tell the client that I ironed with love.

I’ve dusted furniture, walked dogs, played with toddlers, worn babies, processed birth stories, checked latches, shared a pot of coffee, washed diapers, and even given a homeschool lesson. Whatever a family needs. I love entering into the family rituals for this short precious time like no other.

Missing me one place search another

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Upstate Childbirth Education and Doula Services has a new home!  We’re now in the lovely Waldrep building near the corner of N. Main and Stone Ave.  It is so nice to be in a place with no hint of sheet rock dust!  Of course, as always, we continue to serve our clients in the birthplace of their choice:  hospital, home, or birth center.  We go where they go!

Our email newsletter will be going out soon with a full calendar of upcoming events in our new home.  If you haven’t signed up for the newsletter, click on over to UCEDS and type your email in the top right corner to keep up with our happenings.  I hope we’ll see you at the next Blessingways on June 28.  Leia will be sharing her birth story and we’ll have a special topic on “Going Green in the Nursery.” 

Ok, shameless plug is over…

Till Human Voices Wake Us, Or Why I Wish Doulas didn’t Exist

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I imagine if you visited a culture in which birth was considered a normal event–a visible part of the community–the idea of hiring a doula would be laughable.  Your intuitive knowledge of birth would be intact.  You would believe that since you figured out how to digest your food and how to wake up after sleeping, you would, indeed, know how to birth.  And the people around you would let you.

In our culture, birth is private.  Typically we retreat into the den of medicine, technology, and malpractice to celebrate our journey into motherhood.  Once entangled in this trinity, we are pinned and wriggling on the wall so how should we presume?

And we need instruction and authority and equipment to deliver. 

Some families hire a doula.  A woman who has attended many types of births.  A woman who can navigate the intricacies of the system.  I do believe that whether planning a medicated birth, a cesarean, or a low intervention experience, families can enjoy the best outcomes with a doula at their side.  The doula becomes the surrogate community that is missing in our culture–she provides support from early pregnancy coffee shop talks to postpartum home visits.  And she is the advocate–working for the family and no one else; no hidden agendas, no judgement, and no insurance company to answer to.  And–she is pretty inexpensive considering she is on call 24/7 for you.  She’s less expensive than an epidural and probably less expensive than the bill from your wedding florist.  

The fact that the profession of doula exists is merely one symptom of a deep isolation, fear, mystery, and sterility surrounding birth.  So while I love being a doula, I’m sad that the profession is necessary.  I wish that our community guarded the sacred transformative power of birth instead of timing it, numbing it, sterilizing it, insuring it, managing it.

Extraordinary Ordinary Birth

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I was up all night so forgive the choppiness.  I share this with permission from a new mama and daddy. They wanted to encourage someone else as other stories encouraged them.

I am honored to be the doula for an amazing couple.  This pregnancy is their first.  While taking a childbirth class (before even finishing the class), they met another expectant couple who didn’t speak English.  My couple invited them into their home, taught them what they had learned, and the non-English speaking couple had a lovely natural birth.  My couple did this before having experienced childbirth!  So, I knew it would be an extraordinary birth. 

Well, they experienced birth last night and this morning.  I labored with them through the night in their home–quiet, peaceful, beautiful.  They were so affectionate with each other.  I sometimes felt like I was eavesdropping.  She was quiet through her labor and the emotional cues were simply not there–she remained calm and relaxed the entire time.  Her pattern never changed:  contractions on the dot every two minutes.  Several times I asked if she wanted to go to the hospital (her planned place of birth) and she wanted to wait…and wait…and wait.  Finally, I encouraged her we needed to go.  It took some coaxing.  She was completely dilated when we reached the hospital! 

And a very short while later, a new little boy was welcomed to the world.

Midnight Arrival

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Long Drive.

Strong Mama.

Great Music.

15 Minutes of Pushing.

Healthy Baby.

Immediate Breastfeeding.

Long Drive.

Tired Happy Doula.

Surprised by small things

My friend, Laura, recently introduced me to the wonders of spaghetti squash.  What an amazing vegetable!  Who knew squash could masquerade as pasta?  Is my enthusiasm naive?  Does everyone know about spaghetti squash?  Laura taught me her culinary ways:  Slice in half (not easy–imagine arm muscle on the pumpkin carving scale), scrape out the guts, boil 20-30 minutes, submerge in cold water.  Then the fun:  scrape with a fork and watch the spaghetti pile up on your plate.  I tossed mine with some pesto sauce.  The Creator is incredible.  What a surprise he crafted in this mundane-looking yellow veggie!  How he must delight in small things (like me).   

Well, that is about all I have the energy to blog.  I had a birth last night and the need for some sleep is muddling my brain.  I can happily report that an unmedicated woman gave birth to a peachy perfect, alert baby last night.  And it was her first time.  And it was in a hospital.  Birth.  Yep, good stuff. 

Small things.