Awful, stunted tomatoes, one pepper, one okra (!), and pitiful yellow squash.
Ah, but the zucchini. I am eating it for breakfast (really, as we speak), lunch, dinner, and dessert.
Attack of the Squash People (by the incredible Marge Piercy)
Awful, stunted tomatoes, one pepper, one okra (!), and pitiful yellow squash.
Ah, but the zucchini. I am eating it for breakfast (really, as we speak), lunch, dinner, and dessert.
Attack of the Squash People (by the incredible Marge Piercy)
[shared with permission]
Crain’s Birth Story is one that needs to be shared. I feel that our family and friends need to hear why Crain was born at home and hear how amazing that Saturday Morning was for us. Tyler and I had to make so many decisions with Crain’s birth; decisions that are not accepted by many, but in the end were the right ones for us and Crain.
There are two subjects that I do not share my opinion on with many people and those two subjects are religion and birth. If you are close to me you know how I feel about these two, but even so, I feel that people have the right to worship how they desire and women should be able to birth how they desire (medicated, un medicated, hospital or home).
In this birth story I am going to open up about my views, some will learn from the words that I write and the natural tendency of others will be to pass judgment, but either way you will hear the story of Crain’s birth and hopefully gain an understanding of our beliefs on birth.
Tyler and I enrolled in hypno-birthing classes for Crain’s birth. Julie was once again our guide during this pregnancy, and we learned so much in our classes. I did my Hypnobabies homework religiously and I feel that Crain’s birth benefited greatly from my hypno studies. I had been in the care of Dr. Stafford for this pregnancy. Dr. Stafford delivered Preston and I truly admire Dr. Stafford and I am very grateful to be in the care of such a hands on, awesome physician. But with all that said, Dr. Stafford cannot control hospital procedures and there was something in me that really did not want to fight to have the birth I wanted. I knew in the hospital, I would have to battle to have a true hypno birth, and so after going back and forth on the “homebirth idea” We connected with our midwife from the beginning and I felt calm and at peace about the homebirth idea after meeting with her. She was extremely knowledgeable about birth. So it was decided a Homebirth for Crain! We were excited and at peace with the idea, however; kept it a secret because I did not want to hear all the negative comments.
So May 7th (Crain’s guess Date) came and no baby Crain, and boy oh boy how it made people mad that he was not here. I was determined to let Crain choose when and how he came into this world. But it was hard to be out of control and it taught me the first lesson of being a good parent, PATIENCE, and most of all it made me closer to my faith. I knew God was watching over us and I knew I was doing the right thing. I read quotes and scriptures every day and had faith I was making the right choice. Our birth team walked us through this wait and made me feel that it was normal when most everyone around us were asking when we were going to be induced, and when were “they” taking the baby, and don’t forget the people sharing with us why you should not carry your baby past it’s guess date. It was a long 14 days for many reasons, but looking back I am so proud of us for having faith and waiting on Crain. If I would have delivered in the hospital, I would have had to been induced and I am so happy I did not do that. Thank you to Tyler, my Mom, and my sister Laura for really talking me through those 14 days and being so supportive of me.
On Friday, May 20th, I started feeling some Pressure waves, that’s hypno talk for contractions. I went to acupuncture and had a nice relaxing session. I texted my birth team and told them that I was having some pressure waves. In the meantime, my parents came up (I had not told them I was having pressure waves because I did not know if it was truly labor). That evening, the pressure waves still came and went; I listened to a Hypnobabies script before bed and decided to get some sleep. At midnight, I got up and walked around, got some water, and tried to go back to bed. Once again I listened to my easy first stage Hypnobabies script. At 2:00 am, I got up and was definitely feeling more intense pressure waves. I woke Tyler up and told him that they were getting a little intense. I got into the tub as Tyler timed the waves. Oh yeah, they were close together and getting stronger. Tyler stood by my side and he does not even have to say anything to me during birth, he looks at me and I regain focus, and I instantly feel calm. Tyler is my strength when I run out of it in labor.
We called Julie, but told her that she did not need to come yet and that we would call her back in an hour. Tyler woke my parents and they took Preston to Tyler’s parent’s house. My Mom knew of the homebirth, but I had just informed my Dad that evening when I thought I was in labor. I knew he would worry, but once again my Dad surprised me and handled it beautifully. I guess he trusts his “little Miss Magic”. At 3:00 am Tyler called Julie back and told Julie to call the midwife. Julie had already gotten her gear together and was on her way. My Pressure waves were strong and very close. I hummed during waves, yes I sounded like a dwarf from Snow White [note from Julie: the “hi-ho, hi-ho, its off to work we go” song], but you know that is what I love about a natural birth, if you let yourself go and let your body lead you, it does things to get you through birth. And my body apparently wanted me to hum, and so hum I did. I told Tyler to get my “Birthing Outfit”. Yes I like to look cute when I deliver! My birthing attire was a knit skirt and tank and most important my Nike’s.
[note: notice the wall behind her is covered with birthing affirmations]
Julie came in a little after 4:00 am. She just saw I had my Nike’s on and I remember she said “Oh you are ready!” I wore my Nike’s during my labor with Preston and would have delivered in them if the hospital would have let me! So with my outfit on and Nike’s laced, I was ready to go. [note from Julie: When things got intense with Preston’s birth, Brady ritualistically put on her Nike’s. I knew when I saw them on her feet, we would meet a baby soon. I got on the phone with the midwife and told her to hurry!]
I had had the urge to push a little right before Julie arrived. Now the urge was uncontrollable. Crain’s birth took over my body and of course my body knew just what to do. I remember feeling like I was just watching myself birth. You go to this whole entire different realm, or at least I did. It one of those experiences in life where you are not the driver, but the passenger and you let your body drive and have faith that it knows what to do.
I think my water broke at 4:45am or so and I remember saying “that felt great.” Crain’s birth was moving really fast and the midwife was not there, but I was not scared, I actually felt very calm. I had Tyler and Julie there, and it was really calm and peaceful. My pressure during pushes became really intense, so intense, and so difficult. The only position I was comfortable in was standing up. When I pushed it took over me and literally lifted me onto my tip toes (good thing I had that extra support from my Nike’s). I felt burning, and knew that Crain was coming, but it was happening so fast. I remember telling Tyler and Julie that I felt burning. I reached down and felt Crain’s head, and saw Tyler place his hands below. I pushed again, and my beautiful Crain was caught by his father’s hands, and my world stopped.
Crain laid in my arms and talked, instead of crying he talked and talked (you know baby cooing). He apparently had a story to tell me about where he had been for the past 40 weeks and 14 days. The midwife arrived within seconds. Our birth team took great care of me and Crain in the hours to come.
So why did we have a home birth? On May 21st, 2011 at 4:53 am, Tyler caught our 9lb 6oz son with his strong hands in the comfort of our home. I had no nurse chasing me around trying to check me. I was free of wires and IV’s. I was able to have a true, calm Hypnobabies birth. I was not met with paperwork to fill out nor did I have a nurse counting for me while I pushed. I was able to place Crain directly on me after birth. Tyler and I did not have to fight for anything we desired for Crain’s birth. It was a calm, beautiful, safe birth. We have been asked if we worried or why we would take a “risk” of having Crain at home. To answer those questions yes, of course I worry. I worry about both my children, constantly. Did I worry about birthing him at home? No! I was in safe hands and I knew our birth team would never put me or Crain in an “unsafe” situation. As far as risk, you take a risk whether you are at a hospital or at home. Ironically, if you do some research and listen to other birth stories, sometimes hospitals and their many interventions put you and your baby at more risks. Tyler and I weighed the benefits and risks and in this situation; and the benefits outweighed the risks. Tyler and I educated ourselves and surrounded ourselves with birthing professionals. It saddens me that instead of excitement after Crain’s birth, most everyone’s first reaction was that of worry and judgment. I understand that this is not the “norm”, but to those I say open your minds to a new yet old way of birth, do some research on natural hospital births in the US, and have faith that people make decisions for all the right reasons, and be okay with women who choose to not be the “norm” when they birth their children. I certainly do not judge other woman on how they choose to have their child.
The coolest part of Crain’s birth is that I felt so connected to my faith. They say that God is present with every birth and by having Crain at home, and being surrounded by calm, supportive people, I felt the presence of God. It was truly the most incredible experience. I am so happy that I trusted my gut and stayed true to who I am, and had Crain the way Tyler and I wanted to. I look at Tyler and feel closer to him than I ever have; he truly is a great birth partner, and even a better husband and father. I know that I am a stronger wife and mother. I am proud of Crain’s birth, and do not look at his birth in any negative light. I look at his birth as a gift. Both of my boys gave me the gift of birth and I discovered if you open your body and mind to birth it is truly life changing. On May 21st, 2011 at 4:53 am as Crain entered this world something in me changed, just as it did when Preston was born. I cannot describe the change; it is just the most amazing feeling, and I know it was because of how we brought both Preston and Crain into this world. I will never forget either one of their births, but especially Crain’s birth. I grew that day, and I am so glad that I experienced the gift of birth. Thank you to our birth team for supporting us, and helping us through this pregnancy. Without you guys I would not have had the experience I had, and for that I am forever grateful to all of you.
Crain still “talking” to his mama an hour after his birth:
[Note: Brady and Tyler made the challenging choice to change care providers and birth location at around 36 weeks. If your intuition is telling you to explore other options, it is never too late.]
I got an email from Dr. Polo Shirt. It was too beautiful not to share. Why don’t we have more Dr. Polo Shirts? He gets it.
“I had a really neat delivery this AM of a really sweet couple. Mom’s 3rd baby and was laboring on her side. (I have delivered all of her babies.) When it came time to push, she stayed on her side. Baby was OP [occiput posterior–facing toward the ceiling], so it took some work for her to push it out. Dad was sitting on a chair next to bed on the side mom was facing doing very supportive, support person stuff. I was sitting on the bed, behind the mother. Because of mom’s position, as the baby was coming into view the father was as close to her perineum as I was, so he got to see his child’s birth in detail, rather than peak from up above. The really cool thing was that since the baby was OP, as it was born, it had its eyes wide open and was looking right at his father, so his father was the first person he saw instead of me. Then this baby took a big breath and began audibly crying while the head was still the only part delivered. I do not remember ever seeing that before.
It felt so right to me, because with me behind mom and dad being so close and involved, I felt like I was not even integral to this delivery, It was just something that this family was doing together. Then the icing on the cake was that instantaneous eye to eye contact between father and son as the head emerged. I so wish I had it on video.”
Most of the time, birth doesn’t need any help. A good care provider knows when to step away and let it happen. Let the couple experience their amazing moment.
Let’s not rush in to save the day when it doesn’t need saving.
Had to add another story to the blooper page today. Keeping it real.
Registration is open for my next class. Tuesday nights beginning August 30. 6pm-9pm. 250.00 for six week class. Space is limited to five couples.
I also have a class scheduled to begin in November.
Email me for details. j_byers (at) bellsouth (dot) net.
Lately my childbirth students have been teaching medical professionals all about birthing positions.
1) A first time mama was her OB’s first natural birth. Seriously, first natural birth EVER witnessed. And my student gave birth standing up! Providing her own counter-pressure while her husband sat on the bed and held her from behind. She gave birth to an 8lb+ baby without any tearing. She said she felt her OB and nurse believed her to be a giant liability disaster waiting to happen!
The next day, her OB had lots of questions about the birth. The OB was surprised the woman did not “blow out her vagina.” OB: I’ve always supported the use of epidurals so I can control pushing and you don’t blow out your vagina. But you didn’t seem to have a problem. Mom: I had instant feedback from my body about how fast/slow to push.
2) This mom was a VBAC who never got to active labor during her induction with her first baby. And she wasn’t “allowed” to get out of bed. This time, she stayed at home and birthed 17 minutes after arriving at the hospital. She chose a hands/knees position. There was no doctor on the floor so three nurses assisted. The one catching had never done a hands/knees births. I could pick up on some anxiety about the position but mom did all the work. She made it easy for the nurses. And thankfully, they were supportive of her choice–not that I think she would have willingly changed positions at that point! The nurse passed the baby straight to mama where she snuggled skin-to-skin for over an hour.
3) A resident had only done back births. Her words: “I see that you’re pushing well on your knees. But what I like to do for natural births is break down the bottom of the bed, scootch you down and have you pull your legs back.” I wanted to ask, “Um, how is that different from medicated births?” Mom was tricked onto her back “so we can check you.” But she rolled to her side. And instinctively gave herself her own counter-pressure. This clearly made the resident uncomfortable but the mom ignored the nurse’s attempts to move her hand. I heard the attending whisper to the resident “the manuevers are the same for a side birth as a back birth.” When the resident gave me some instruction I can’t remember now, I replied, “Oh, ok. I haven’t done a back birth in a long time. The last birth I attended the mom was standing up.” Wide-eyed resident shook her head in disapproval. Sigh. I hope that one moves on to a hospital far far away.
I’m so proud of my students and other families who are changing the way birth is “managed” in the hospital. It can be a tricky place to navigate and the balance of power can be overwhelming. I think of my client who had a breech baby. While she knew cesarean was her only option in the hospital, she also insisted on delayed cord clamping and skin-to-skin contact. She made a path that other women can more easily trek.
These amazing families inform and change one birth at a time.
Me: Girls, what would you like for breakfast?
Norah: Plain green peas, steamed broccoli, and do we have any cauliflower? Oh, mama, can I please, please, please, have an orange??
Me: Of course! Cedar, what would you like?
Cedar: Nandy.
Me: We don’t eat candy for breakfast. I’ll make you a cheesy egg.
Cedar (screaming, snorting, stomping, and maybe spitting): Nandy! Nandy! Nandy!
Why are children so different?
Do you remember imaginative play? I do. I remember it with such envy. I remember getting lost for hours playing with my button collection. I still remember how I played and the names of certain families buttons. And I sometimes bring my buttons down from the attic and hold them in my hands.
I suppose that is why I can’t take enough pictures of imaginative play. I might have more pictures of abandoned toy set-ups than pics of my children!

“The adult has various means at his disposal of coming to terms with the whole range of his environment…but the path of children is and remains that of play. Simply by a staircase of games, children have reached the world of adults from time immemorial. Each step is made up of the games of a particular age-group.” –Children at Play (Heidi Britz-Crecelius)
I struggle some days with Norah’s “schooling.” She’s a December baby so she would not begin kindergarten until this fall. We homeschool. Which, at this point, mostly means she has unrestricted free play. That is the bulk of her school. I remember the year I went to kindergarten. It was half-day then. And I remember playing. It seemed like that is all we did. Sometimes we made peanut butter on saltine crackers. I don’t think kindergarten is like that anymore.
Re-centering involves reassuring yourself that you have made a good choice, that you have recognized that the true center of childhood is play, not work. After all, play is the primary way children were designed to learn…research shows that a child’s intellectual awakening takes place during the normal adult-child interactions that occur in everyday, purposeful activities…playful environments and spontaneous learning opportunities hold the keys for a happy, emotionally healthy, and intelligent child–and for a fulfilled parent. –Einstein Never Used Flashcards (Hirsh-Pasek and Golinkoff)
I hope I can stay relaxed and trust she is climbing the staircase. I need to find ways to play more, too.
1) The Upstate BirthNetwork website is (mostly) finished! Go on over and check it out! More importantly, spread that news to local families.
2) You may have noticed I have not updated my upcoming events in awhile. So, upcoming this week: Greenville Babywearing group meets Thursday at 6pm. At Natural Baby.
3) I have a spot open in my upcoming Hypnobabies class. The class filled so quickly and then this one little spot has stayed open. Just waiting for the right couple to fill it! Class begins June 14 so don’t wait too long…
4) I’m am completely, 100% fully booked for doula clients this year. But I am super-duper happy to doula-match you with your perfect mate. Call me the doula pimp. Ok, not really. That was just some sort of weird tough talk. I never pull that off well.
5) Finally, and this is exciting, the three upstate babywearing groups are adopting The Parenting Place teen mom program. We’re collecting used wraps or 6-yrd fabric lengths to be distributed to the moms-to-be. I get to train their in-home staff so they can teach the moms how to wear their babes. Bring your donation to a group meeting or drop off at Natural Baby. For fabric lengths, we suggest jersey knit, crinkle gauze, or muslin. We have group member who are willing to sew or serge the edges if needed. We only need 25 wraps to start. We are also collecting used slings, pouches, and mei-tais to donate to the young moms served by BirthMatters in Spartanburg. You may also drop these at Natural Baby.
Sometimes it feels so nice to simply make a list. I almost want to put check-boxes beside each item.
I need to make a form. It is a simple form.
Once upon a time, before I had children, I worked a grown-up job. With other grown-ups. Not only did I create forms, I often created manuals, or training seminars, powerpoint presentations, budgets, grants. I supervised others. I attended business meetings. I wore heels.
And oh, I could think. I had such free time to think. What a luxury. And if I had a problem, I called a team together for an assessment.
Now. Now. I just need to make a form. A simple “check-out” form for a lending library. Good grief. It needs lines. And a header that says “Lending Library.” Yet the effort and brain power required to make said form seems overwhelming.
Am I losing my edge? What if I need to re-enter the workforce someday? Will my brain return when I live again with the grown-ups?
Because I’m not so sure. These children, these children can bring me to the edge of insanity. Consider yesterday.
Cedar wakes at 4am. I bring her to my bed. She takes her diaper off at some point and then pees in the bed. We’re late for babywearing group, so I feed them a cereal bar and an apple in the car. But first, Cedar poops right after I strap her in the carseat and start to back-out. Go inside house. Change diaper. Return. Begin to back-out and Norah shouts, “WAIT!!!!” After jumping out of my skin, she begs for me to go inside the house and get her magna-doodle. I grumble words about responsibility but secretly remember I’ve forgotten my ipod. There is a podcast sermon about love I want to listen to.
We back out of the drive-way. It is 9:30am.
At babywearing, Cedar picks a fight with Gretchen and with Ivey. Norah gets mad because she didn’t get to talk to her “grown-up” friend who I have FINALLY figured out is Coral. “You never let me see who I want to see and now I want to go see Nanoo (Laura).” Inside the library, the girls read some books until finally we have to go and Cedar collapses in the floor screaming in resistance. I hurriedly leave carrying the writhing child. Once outside, Norah announces she needs to potty. We go to the bathroom where Cedar tells me she has pooped. Again. I have to change her standing up in a stall.
It is noon.
I get home and leave the car running because Cedar is asleep. I run inside and make Norah and myself some lunch. I sit on the front steps so I can see Cedar. Norah decides she wants my food. I sigh. I make myself more food. Sit. And Norah needs me to start her DVD. I flip my lid a little. Speak irrational words about why can’t you just try to do it yourself and then ask for help? Mommy needs a break. Just a little tiny break. Norah tells me I need to eat some protein.
I’m trying, dear girl. I’m trying. It is 1:30.
Cedar wakes. I feed her. We go to the grocery store. Minor antics. No major meltdowns. Hoorah!
A postpartum mama calls while I’m unloading groceries. I put the frozen things away and then let the girls play in the yard while I talk. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cedar–naked–chasing a cat into the neighbor’s yard. Where are her clothes? I say good-bye to postpartum mama. Collect my children. Find Cedar’s clothes which are scattered under the apple tree.
At some point, there are baths. Not one for me, of course. I also remember a rather large fight between the girls. Involving yogurt throwing. And it was after the bath.
For dinner, I decided on egg carton meals.
Scott gets home in time to put Norah to bed. Cedar goes down easy. This time. So thankful for that mercy.
I treat myself to a gorgeous plate of cheese/crackers/cherries/cottage cheese/peaches/blueberries and a glass of riesling. I deserve it. Scott has a bowl of cereal.
Now. Why can I not access the part of my brain required to make a simple form???!!!
I’m whining, I know. These days are beautiful and fleeting. But I certainly do not feel I’m getting smarter or even wiser.