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39 seconds
After the last post, I better placate the people who read my blog for reasons other than birthy things.
And so, enjoy 39 seconds of Cedar tormenting entertaining Arlo, the puppy. He is in his crate. I’ll share his cuteness another time.
Placenta Prints
As promised. Please note that this post contains up close and personal pictures of placentas.
The placenta is incredible. Perhaps you’ve never thought about it. Ponder for a moment. Or skip this post. That is ok, too!
It is the only organ we grow temporarily. Through it, baby receives nutrients and sends waste. Yet mom’s and baby’s blood do not mix. Until birth, the placenta is the essential organ for the baby; functioning as gut, lungs, kidneys, liver, and much more. The placenta produces and regulates hormones for mom and baby. I could go on and on. If you’re interested in learning more, google it!
What happens to the placenta after birth? Most women birthing at hospitals leave it there. The hospital probably incinerates it as medical waste. Or perhaps they sell it; though that doesn’t seem to be as common as it used to be. Some women at the hospital request to keep it. The hospitals around here plop it in a large plastic container for transport. They don’t even look at you funny anymore.
Why keep it? Ritual–plant it under a tree or create some other ceremony. Placentophagy–consume the placenta for medicinal benefits. Art–which brings us to my post!
Placenta prints are simple though they take some practice. They create a nice conversation starter for your home. 🙂
Materials needed:
- watercolor paper
- paintbrush
- placenta
- UV sealant
- blade of some sort (maybe)
- paint (optional)
First, set up your work area. Indoors is best. I’ll let you figure out why. I put down a few garbage bags, tear off several paper towels, and set out some gloves. I also hang an open garbage bag from a doorknob or chair.
The placenta has two sides. The maternal side is rough and rather unattractive. The fetal side is smooth and shiny. You can see side-by-side pictures and a simple anatomy here. You will be working with the fetal side. Place your placenta like this:

Here is a close-up of the “tree of life” pattern that you will be printing. (This is not the same placenta as above).
There will probably be membranes (amniotic sac) attached. You can see it in the first picture coming down from the umbilical cord and tucked under. Usually, I can twist them around the cord or around to the maternal side. You can also cut them away. They are stronger than they look!
You can print the placenta using its blood as the medium. The color will fade over time but a UV sealant will help to protect it. Or you could have professional copies made to keep. If the mom plans to encapsulate her placenta, it is important that you work quickly and you do not use paint. If you wanted to print in a color and the mom is ok with it, you could use a food-based tint like chlorophyll. Again, work quickly so the placenta is not out of the refrigerator for long.
To use a paint, remove blood by blotting with paper towels. Then brush on your paint. Don’t forget to paint the cord.
Whichever medium you choose, I’ve found it easiest to lay the paper onto the placenta rather than dropping the placenta onto the paper. It is less likely to smear this way.

The first image uses blood. The second image (different placenta) uses acrylic paint.
Fun, yes?
I am confident 10 people just unsubscribed to my blog. 🙂
Next up…a video of my adorable two-year old dancing?
Favorite Part
An hour or so after one of my clients gave birth, she looked at me and asked, “What is your favorite part about being a doula?”
Before I answer, I will tell you what is not my favorite part.
Some people think I’m a doula because I adore babies and want to squish their widdle cheeks. And they imagine I get to hold them all the time. As if I chose my profession to get a newborn fix.
If you knew me before I was a doula, you would laugh. I was the person at the office party that stoutly refused to hold the baby du jour. Even as a high-demand teen babysitter, I took my little sister along to change the diapers. When I found myself pregnant, I was horrified by how little I knew about babies and how to handle them.
No, I did not become a doula because of babies.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love babies (now). I can swaddle them like a Moe’s burrito or wrap them to their mama using 15 feet of fabric in 30 seconds flat. I know the 5 s’s. I have a three-point lesson on just about any baby subject. Ask Emily who called today because her 10 month old is biting while nursing.
But these babies aren’t mine. You won’t see many pictures of me holding my client’s babies. I won’t refuse but I will not ask. I don’t view newborns as individuals yet. They are a couple–mama and baby. Attached as firmly as if the umbilical cord was still intact. If I do find myself holding a baby on the day of his birth, I’m extremely anxious to reunite baby with mama.
As I looked as this woman with her dreamy post-birth smile, I could answer without hesitation:
My favorite part about being a doula is seeing a woman in her strength and power give birth. In this single act, she shows courage, joy, sacrifice, faith, resolve, exhilaration, vulnerability, generosity, and above all, love. It is such an honor to be invited to witness and support women on such a journey. That, my friends, is a fix.
I had to laugh when I looked at this picture from my last birth. I was leaving and someone asked to take my picture. What am I holding? A baby? Nope.
A placenta.
Yep, I’m much more likely to be holding a placenta than a baby. Up next, placenta prints!
Openings
I have a last-minute opening for my October 20-Dec 1 childbirth class. The class was full but one of my students is not able to take the class. We’ll meet in Greer. Please email me if you are interested! j_byers (at) bellsouth (dot) net.
And I have an opening for a doula client in February. Please contact me if you would like to discuss hiring a doula for that month.
Thanks!
Tools for the angry preschooler
Let me preface this post by emphatically declaring that I’ve messed up more times than I can count in my parenting. I’d rather not blog about those. Positive discipline teaches us that mistakes help children grow and learn. It works for mommies, too.
My first step was to figure out Norah’s mistaken goal. Positive discipline (PD) says that children have four “mistaken goals” which drive most misbehavior. The easiest way to figure out which mistaken goal the child is using? Look at how the parent feels or reacts when the child misbehaves. When Norah gets angry, I feel defeated. Her mistaken goal is POWER. In order to belong, she tries to be the boss. Her mistaken belief is “I belong only when I’m boss, in control, or proving no one can boss me. You can’t make me.”
A common phrase I’ve heard this year: You’re not the boss of me.
Also, “You’re not the boss of my toys.” “You’re not the boss of my brain.” “You’re not the boss of my food.” You’re not the boss of my behavior.” “You’re not the boss of my [fill in the blank].”
Interestingly, she’s taught me so much with this phrasing. How much do we control another person? Even our children. I don’t control her choices. I control the consequences and that is my responsibility. But she gets to make a choice to misbehave. Such an important thing to learn.
My PD handbook has some amazing ideas for redirecting her power in positive ways. Mostly, she needs to contribute to the family, have limited choices, routines, and engage in deciding consequences.
I needed to get a handle on my own anger. Anger is not my typical response.
Until Norah turned 5.
It is as if I had a tiny spark inside and she pours a gallon of gasoline on it. A few things that have helped: eating protein every few hours, using mommy time-outs, and giving Norah permission to call me on it. She tells me if I’m “flipping my lid.” I also apologized for my past angry reactions. I cried when she told me that my words were all fuzzy to her ears when I yelled.
I helped Norah make an Anger Wheel of Choice. When she flipped her lid, we could use the wheel to decide on a way to diffuse her emotion. Her choices: run a race, use playdough, read a book, snuggle, draw, or eat candy (it is her wheel…her choice!). We kept the wheel in a bag with all the necessary tools to implement. If we went to the park or a playdate, the bag went with us. Honestly, we only used the wheel maybe 6 times. A few times we should have used it, but I was too angry and just packed everyone up and went home. Learn from mistakes, learn from mistakes. She doesn’t have those awful tantrums anymore (knock on wood) so we’ve unpacked the bag.
Another tool that we’ve lately used is the yellow bracelet. Super creative title, I realize. It was one of those spur of the moment tools. I almost always have a ponytail holder on my wrist for Cedar’s unruly hair. One day, it was yellow. Norah’s emotions were intensifying and I took the yellow ponytail holder off my wrist and put it on hers. I explained that just like yellow traffic lights tell us to slow down, when I put the yellow bracelet on her wrist, she needs to slow down her big feelings. Breathe deeply, find a quiet place, whatever it takes. The strangest part was that when she calmed down, she returned the bracelet to my wrist without a word. Her choice to return to “green light” mode. I love this tool because Norah is sensitive to public shame (aren’t we all?) and I can use this tool without a word. It is a code language for us. And she always returns it to me (sometimes long after I’ve forgotten about the whole ordeal).
The glitter ball was another spontaneous tool though I’ve since seen a similar tool on pinterest. The girls have these bouncy balls filled with glitter. We only use this one at home. I hand her the glitter ball and ask her to settle her big feelings until the ball is clear. Sometimes she gives it a few new shakes.
Positive time-out. We once used a comfort corner and I probably need to make one for Cedar. For Norah, I ask her to go to her room until she can calm herself. Usually this one is reserved for times that her behavior hurts someone else either physically or verbally. She is not forced to remain. She knows she can rejoin the family at any point. Her crazy self-discipline skills come in handy here. She really does pull it together before coming out.
Mommy time-out. Norah knows that I cannot allow her to hurt my heart or my ears. When this happens, mommy must step away. I have explained to her that I will never leave her in an unsafe place, I will always come back, and she continues to have access to me. If I must withdraw in a public place (say, the zoo), I will simply walk a few steps away while continuing to supervise her. If we are at home, I may go into my room and shut the door.
Of course, the best tool is connection. To remind her that she automatically belongs without feeling the need to use a mistaken goal.
P.S. While admittedly, I do not have all the answers, I will soon be offering a Positive Discipline for Toddlers workshop in Greenville. We’ll learn from each other’s mistakes, yes?
Year of the Five Year Old
You’ve read about my challenges with Norah, the five year old, this year. I really had few troubles with her until Cedar was born. She didn’t even have terrible twos or tantrums that could not be quickly calmed.
I was so proud of my mad parenting skills.
But since no one chose to clue me in that five years old kids have tantrums, I was quite unprepared for the big feelings in both of us.
First, let me remind you of the cool, amazing traits Norah possesses.
She knows what she wants. In detail. Like her birthday cake. She described it to the caterer in exact detail. And you should hear her talk with the pedicure person (“now will this color show up on this color?”). Last time we got a pedicure, I was shocked when she asked the lady for a bottled water. Then the lady asked if I wanted a glass of wine. I had no idea they served complimentary drinks! Norah doesn’t miss a thing. Here she is designing the bird house she built.
She has incredible self-discipline. She will not, under any circumstance, drink her hot chocolate or eat her popcorn until the movie begins. It doesn’t matter how long the previews are. And because I told her we don’t drink soda, she applies it to every occasion. Even when I’m not there. Even if it is a birthday party and all the other kids are drinking it. I never meant for my rule to be, well, a rule at all.
She notices everything. What type of cars people drive, if portions are not equally distributed, clothing her friends wear, facial expressions, verbal nuances, when the grass needs to be cut, the dust on the ceiling fans, the neighbors’ comings and goings. The exact details of a yellow jacket.
She isn’t afraid of anyone. Imaginary lions hiding in the house, yes. Possible tornadoes brewing, absolutely. Vomiting, terrified. But people? No. No one has told her about age limitations either. Here she is at the children’s museum where she donned a hard hat and called herself the “factory director.” She had a crew of four older kids (11-ish?) rushing to make quota. Cedar was the only one who didn’t obey her.
You can probably already see that these amazing traits are easily linked to our challenges. Precocious and spirited child (who flat out told me she was smarter than me) with unbendable rules and high expectations for what she wants. And who doesn’t let anything slide.
It manifests as anger. Big ole giant pot of anger bubbling over. Yelling and slamming and stomping and (yes) spitting and (once) kicking.
Have I ever mentioned that before I had kids, I taught Anger Management to adults as part of my job? Bwaa-haa-haa. Yeah. How is that working out for me?
So what has helped? In my next post, I’ll share the tools that worked this year. I’m sure they won’t next year…
Searching
My sister and I have a weird thing we do sometimes. We’ll email each other our latest google searches. It is a fun way to keep up when she lives on the other side of the world.
I thought I would turn my last email to her into a blog post. Hold on, folks, you are about to get a glimpse into the randomness that is my life.
CNN heroes robin lim
Teaching kids respect
Calf castration methods
Lewis and Clark stole a canoe
Rotovirus vaccine causes intussusception
Enwrapture skirt instructions
Nano particles in produce containers
Sample back-to-work pumping schedules
Jack schaap on women teaching men
Allergic reaction to tilapia
Allergic reaction to cantaloupe
Anne of green gables streaming
Benadryl dosage for toddler
Why does ipad2 camera look grainy
Teaching puppy not to bite
Yellow pages opt out
Electromagnetic pulse
Doing little girl hair knots
Pig orgasm why
Att versus Verizon
Woodstock handmade houses
Earthquake mother snopes
After looking over this list, I’m somewhat concerned.




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