Birth is surprising

In Hypnobabies, students train their minds to expect birth to be comfortable.  Students spend lots of time before their birthing time to practice this programming. 

Birth is suprising. 

Congratulations to one of my couples who had a super-fast, comfortable birth.  Before their doula arrived and before they could leave for the hospital, daddy caught their baby.  At home.  Unplanned.

The birth was quick and uncomplicated.  Daddy was calm, cool, collected.  The mama was thrilled.  The baby was content.   

It was their first baby.

Birth is surprising!

Tied up in knots

I received this exact text from my husband today:

“hope your xlose…i am prisomer”

My reaction was poor.  “WHAT??  I can’t leave the house for 2 measley hours to run errands without you needing me to come home and rescue you from your 4 yr old daughter??  Who rescues me when I’m home with both girls all day, every day!  For the rest of my young life!” 

Play the martyr often, do we?

Granted, I said all this in my head.  Still…there it was. 

When I got home, I was greeted at the door by my firstborn. 

“Where is your father?” 

Norah led me to her dark bedroom where I found my husband tied up with three ropes, his phone clutched in his hands.  He couldn’t bring the phone above his waist because his hands were held fast by a rope looped about his feet.  He also had a rope around his neck.  I saw the red marks on his wrist where he tried to wiggle out.  I wish I’d taken a picture.

Could he have gotten out?  I honestly don’t know.  He looked securely tied.  These were sturdy ropes; the kind Scott uses to tie kayaks to cars. 

Norah does love tying knots.  She sometimes ties my skirts strings to the kitchen drawers when I’m cooking.  I almost destroy myself, dinner, or a drawer when I turn to walk away.  We are ever untying the most complex tiny knots from headphone cords, blanket tassels, silk streamers…

Should we be afraid?  Or proud? 

Support

I love this picture. 

To me, this is what support looks like at a birth.  The dad providing counterpressure.  The doula supporting the mom’s squatting position.  The midwife a reassuring presence.  I love her hand on Noelle’s head. 

The transition into pushing is an intense time.  The body is releasing adrenaline and mom’s “thinking brain” has shut down.  She is fully immersed in the sensations.  It can be a vulnerable time and one that is often abused by caregivers who are uncomfortable with the power of it. 

This is not a time for loud noises or flurried activity.  This is not a time for bright lights.  This is not a time for medication or the offering of medication.  This is not a time for instruction or cheerleading. 

This is a time for calm reassurance and gentle hands on support.  If the mom asks for help, offer it in a way that bolsters her trust in her ability to birth.   I quietly whisper to women words like “your body is designed to do this” and “you are bringing your baby down.”  I remind them to take it slow, there is no rush.  I remind them that they are not breaking; not damaging themselves.  They are stretching and opening. 

Sounds of power from the mom.  Croons and murmurs from the support team.  A cry of awakening from the newly born.

My sister’s doula

My family is tight.  I have one sibling.  My parents still love each other.  We have weekly Sunday dinner during which we sit at the table talking long after the coffee has cooled.  And for this rare moment, we all live in geographic proximity.   

When my sister became pregnant, I coached myself on:

  • respecting her privacy
  • not using scare tactics
  • not saying too much
  • not saying too little
  • keeping horror stories to myself
  • keeping homebirth talk to a minimum
  • stepping back and allowing them to make informed decisions

All the while, I wondered how I could possibly be her doula in the hospital setting.  I imagined scenes of security guards forcibly removing me from the hospital.  But they chose a homebirth and I breathed a sigh of relief.  I wouldn’t need to guard her or time her arrival at the hospital just right.  I could relax into supporting.

Ha.

As her time approached, I had so much anxiety.  If she had to transport, I would blame myself.  I knew this.  Deeply knew this.  A big sister thing, you know?  I did a Hypnobabies “fear clearing” before her birth. 

Then her birthing time began.  And it felt so normal.  The anxiety melted away as I moved into the familiar and comfortable space of birth.  I hunkered down to support her in the work of bringing a baby. 

What I was not prepared for was the emotion.  The powerful emotion that hit me full force out of nowhere as she was close to birthing.  At this moment:

Yes, this moment.  Do you know what I was thinking?  I was remembering the time I left her in my uncle’s hayloft.  She was little and refused to come down the ladder.  So my cousins and I left her crying.  My horrible brain fired off many of those memories in rapid succession leaving me a pile of mush.  I wept in her shoulder so she wouldn’t see.  I was entirely unprepared for the onslaught memories.  I never cried at my own births. 

She was a warrior, as I knew she would be.  And Zach was a strong birth partner whispering prayers and endearments throughout. 

Her sweet babe weighing in at 8lbs 4oz was a precious dumpling.

And her doula was busy remembering every mean thing she ever did to her. 

“Let You?”

Regarding birth, I hear language like this:  “You mean, your doctor let you [fill in the blank]?” 

I’ll be honest.  Language like this makes me want to puke. 

I attend births in different environments.  Rarely do I hear an out-of-hospital birther say, “I am so glad my midwife let me [fill in the blank].”  But I hear it all the time about doctors or nurses. 

What is the difference? 

Pregnant women, hear me.  You do not need to compromise all your power and choices when choosing a hospital birth.  Yes, there are some limitations.  Yes, many many OBs do not support vertical birth, delayed cord clamping, etc.  Find one who does.  Prepare.  Ask your friendly neighborhood doula which doctors support physiological birth.  We know what goes on in the labor room. 

One of my clients recently gave birth standing in the hospital bathroom.  Her doctor (of course it was Dr. Polo Shirt) responded afterwards, “well, I haven’t had a standing birth in awhile.”  He was completely unfazed by the whole thing.  He simply handed her the baby and helped her to the bed.  Some of her friends responded with “he let you give birth standing up??”  Why yes.  And she trusted he would support whatever position she chose.  

Do not be afraid to switch care providers if your intuition is screaming that he/she will not support your choices.  Be tenacious about finding someone who will.  Birth is important.  It is.  How you are made to feel during birth is important. 

**Great scene, isn’t it?  All I could do was crawl between doctor and toilet to slide a pad under her and then crawl back out to grab the camera.  Space was tight and it all went down quickly.  I think Dr. Polo Shirt only got one glove on.

For Cedar, on her first birthday

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When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world.  Notice

something you have never noticed before,

like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket

whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.

Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,

shaking the water-sparks from its wings.

Let grief be your sister, she will whether or no.

Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,

like the diligent leaves.

A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world

and the responsibilities of your life.

Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.

Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

In the glare of your mind, be modest.

And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.

Live with the beetle and the wind.

–Mary Oliver (from The Leaf and the Cloud)

Transparent thoughts on homeschool

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I imagine homeschool as a new country.  I don’t speak the language.  I don’t know the customs.  I’m a tad fearful of the natives. 

For this reason, I’ve reserved the right to change my flight plans at any point. 

Here are a few thoughts on my itinerary.

It seems many people I encounter homeschool because of their Christian faith.  That is not why I want to homeschool.  I am not afraid of public schools in that sense.  I am not afraid of my child learning different philosophies or even being steeped in them.  Secular classrooms did more to shape my faith than Sunday school.  They caused me to question, dig in, find reasons for why I believed, and learn that Jesus is bigger than I thought. 

So why am I homeschooling?  I want to preserve a strong love of learning.  I want my kids to have all the flexibility in the world to explore subjects they love.  I’m not a fan of testing and grading.  I’m not a fan of rewards as motivators. 

**I do not think there is anything WRONG with public school.  I had a public school education and loved it.  And, again, I reserve the right to change my mind at any point and enroll my kids in public school.   🙂

Now what kind of homeschool do I want to do?  I imagine that will change and morph as we acclimate to the culture.  I feel comfortable in saying we won’t do a traditional method.  I started out certain I would do Waldorf.  After I put away my pentatonic recorder and dropped out of Waldorf school…I thought unschool.  Unschooling fits me.  But does it fit my kids?  Hmmm.  And then I also think Charlotte Mason is dreamy.  And I absolutely did not plan on doing anything formal until first grade. 

Then Norah changed my plan.  She told me she wanted to go to school.  She pointed to all her friends who go to school.  She begged me to let her join a classroom.  She even asked to watch youtube videos of kindergarten classes.  In a search for compromise, I looked into a co-op that offered one class a week but they were full.  And then I was reminded of a brilliant woman in my community who homeschools.  I emailed her and asked her she would hold my hand.  She immediately invited me over for coffee. 

She uses the classical model with her children and enrolls them in Classical Conversations.  I’d heard of CC before and dismissed it as not a good fit.  But I gave it a second look now that I know Norah a bit better.  The classical model is one of the more rigorous of methods.  A far cry from my “nothing formal until first grade” plan. 

I took a deep breath and bought the ticket.  I can always change my mind. 

Norah is super excited.  At the very least, CC will give us a structure for our trial run year.  And that will give my husband peace of mind.  He knows my lack of discipline and tendency to jump from one idea to another with astonishing speed.  I’m boarding the plane!

Next Hypnobabies Class

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I’m taking registrations for the next Hypnobabies class series.  I have space for 5 students/couples. 
 
This class will meet for 6 consecutive weeks from 5pm-8pm on Sundays.  We will begin Sept 5 and conclude on October 10.  We will meet at a medical office in Greer.
 
A registration fee of 50.00 reserves your spot with a balance of 200.00 due at the first class. 
 
I recommend that you register by August 26 so that I can send you your first CD to begin preparing before the first class. 
 
To register, email me at j_byers (at) bellsouth (dot) net.
 
What is the class like?  We do not spend the class gathered around a candle while I sway a pendulum in front of your eyes.  Most of the class is your usual natural birth stuff–positions for birth, stages of labor, nutrition, birth plans, informed consent, watching video clips, etc.  The last 30 minutes you get to lie down and relax while I lead you in some self-hypnosis.  I promise it is not kooky.  It is valuable and can give you fantastic tools for a safe, comfortable birth.       
 
Let me know if you have any questions and feel free to pass this along to expectant moms who might also be interested.  You may find more information on Hypnobabies here

BYOB

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This is yesterday’s news but it has been a busy week.

On Monday, I participated in a Nurse-In.  Outside a radio station in Greenville.  By the side of a busy road.  With other women.  I breastfed my baby. 

Now I realize this action may not make a whole lot of sense to some of my readers.  Let me give the back story.

We have a local radio personality–Lisa Rollins–who went on a tirade on the air about seeing a mom nursing her baby at a local Chick-fil-a.  She said some of the more awful things I’ve heard about nursing in public.  Things like…oh, nevermind, just read for yourself:

Lisa: I know that sometimes I talk about things that are not always appealing to men, and so I’m trying to do better with that. But you know I just I’ve gotta tell you all about something. . . . I’ll just tell you. Saturday, yesterday, we went to Chic Fil A. . . . Sat down, I was waiting for my husband to pay and bring the food. My daughter and I were sitting there and looked over and it was a woman who was breastfeeding. She had just walked in, because I saw her walk in. She walked in, she passed us, she went and sat in a booth, actually not a booth they have tables there rather than enclosed booths. We were in the one at Cherrydale. She sat down and she started breastfeeding her baby. So my daughter looked over at me and she went, “mom, see that lady over there?” And I said, “you know, could she not have done this in the car? I mean, she was on the way here, couldn’t she have, you know, while they were driving there, just breastfeed the baby?” And my daughter went “I knew you’d hate that.”

Yeah I do, I hate it. I just don’t understand why in a public place you want to – and she was covered by the baby’s head, you know her shirt was partially – I just, to me it was sorta just in such bad taste. And I know it’s just me, I guess, but is anybody out there as turned off by public breastfeeding as am I? Listen I know God gave’em to you for that purpose and wonderful, and it’s healthy and it’s the best thing to do for your child, and I understand it’s healthy for the mother as well. I just think that there should be laws – and in South Carolina there are none, no laws about this, that women should not breastfeed in a public area, and especially in a restaurant. For goodness sakes. Listen let her go to the ladies room. Let her go, our church has a breastfeeding room.

Lonzo: Can I ask you a question? Would you have noticed her if your daughter hadn’t pointed her out?

Lisa: Yes. Oh yeah, I do notice things like that. But my daughter knew that I find that to be disgusting. I just don’t see a reason for it. If she had time to, and then I thought maybe the baby was sleeping in the car on the way here, and awoke right when they walked in, I don’t know. You know you could have sat there for five or ten or however many minutes it takes to do so in the privacy of your vehicle. And then I thought also, it is 100 dadgum degrees. There’s just something about it. . . . It just bothers me, and I know that I’m probably one of the very few, if maybe the only one, but this is something that I find to be in poor taste, and I guess maybe it was because of the way I was raised, there are just some things you don’t do in public. Why is this not indecent exposure? And I don’t mean that she had her breast out and that you could really see it, but it was just I don’t know, it sorta made me, well I was gonna say lose my appetite but I won’t go that far.

Lonzo: Was she like sitting out in the open going like “hey everybody look at me, look at what I’m doing!”

Lisa: Well of course not, Lonzo, of course not.

Lonzo: So you really had to be looking around.

Lisa: Lonzo if I were sitting here, and I had a baby, and I pulled my shirt up, and I stuck my baby’s head right here, I mean would that not be noticeable to you? Of course it would be.

Lonzo: If she did it that way, I don’t understand your complaint.

Lisa: But that’s what, that’s the way she was doing it, I just find it to be . . .

Lonzo: So nothing was exposed?

Lisa: No. Not really.

Lonzo: So what’s the big deal?

Lisa: The big deal is that it’s just not the place, and listen I’m all I know these people . . .

Lonzo: So you’d rather that baby been screaming its head off while you’re trying to eat?

Lisa: If you really wanna get me riled up, you know I think if you’ve got a nursing baby . . .

Lonzo: Then you shouldn’t go anywhere, you shouldn’t go to a restaurant, your life should be over until the kid is four?

Lisa: I think you should be discreet and stay at home . . .

Lonzo: It sounds like she was discreet if you couldn’t see anything

Lisa: Or pump and take the bottle with you or something. But I don’t want to see it. I just don’t want to see it, especially while I’m having lunch.

Lonzo: Maybe you should have went to a different restaurant.

Lisa: That has nothing to do with the restaurant I mean anyplace allows that, but I think when a mother chooses to do so in public, I just don’t think it’s always in the best of taste. And I think there should be indecency laws about that, because I don’t want to see it in a public place. You know go to the ladies room, go somewhere, go to your car, pump your breastmilk, but I don’t want to see it in public, sorry. And I know that most of, especially a lot of you nursing moms and women who are in the La Leche League or whatever are going to disagree with me, but so be it, it’s my opinion and you’re certainly entitled to yours.

Lisa: (in response to Judy) Well I mean, you say it’s not as easy as simple as I’m making it sound to be, but even when you’re not nursing, and I did not nurse my children, even when you’re not nursing and you have to prepare, you prepare your formula and your bottles and the juice, and whatever you need to take along with you. That’s just good preparation. I mean if there’s a time when you know you have to leave immediately because of an emergency, which I doubt would be the case because you had to get to a McDonald’s, I just think it’s preparation. So you just have to have some prepared, am I wrong? And I can understand and I know nursing moms, you know God bless ya, I think that’s a choice, probably the wisest choice you can make as a parent. I just don’t want to see it in public, and I don’t want to be you know rude about it, but for heaven’s sakes. I didn’t, I was thinking, it’s just bad manners as far as I’m concerned to hike your blouse up and have a baby’s head underneath, even if you’re not exposing yourself. You know you’re going to be attracting attention, whether it’s from other women or men for goodness sakes and I just don’t like to see it in public.

Lisa (in further response to Judy): Well actually I think that the individual should be more discreet, and that being, having good manners, that’s not up to the government to dictate. But it should be up to the individual, and if you don’t show restraint, listen, so be it – you think it’s a grand idea, I don’t see anything wrong with going into a restroom if you don’t see a specific nursing area and sitting on the toilet seat. If you gotta do it I guess you gotta do it. But to me there’s just no excuse for not being prepared enough to have nursed your baby before you left, in an emergency situation having some prepared bottles or something ready to go. I just find it objectionable.

And it went on and on.  The tape of the show was removed from the website.  And, in response, Bob McClain, another host on the station, interviewed Lin Cook from the SC Breastfeeding Coalition.  But there has been no response from Lisa.  Or the station regarding Lisa’s remarks.

You might say, “She has a right to her opinion.”  Yes, she does.  We weren’t asking for her to apologize.  We were simply calling her on her ignorance and mean-spiritedness.  Picking on mamas is not ok.  Whether they bottle-feed, breastfeed, nurse covered, or uncovered–mamas have a tough job and deserve our support.  Some of the comments from the WORD’s facebook page on the nurse-in are appalling.  One guy posted about how he called a woman “white trash” for breastfeeding at Red Lobster.  What is it about Red Lobster??  It takes a real man to bully a mom trying to feed a little baby.

My point is–Lisa isn’t alone in her opinion.  And whatever attention we can bring to breastfeeding is important.  So back to the Nurse-In.

It was fun!  We were asked to leave the property soon after we arrived.  So we went across the street where a business agreed to let us sit in their grassy space.  News 4 was there and Kelly from the Parent Examiner.  We sat in the grass and did the usual playdate stuff except there were cameras, signs, and we were on the highway!  Norah asked if we were teaching mean people how to nurse their babies.

You can view better pictures by viewing the slideshow at the Parent Examiner’s coverage.  Take a look.  Get a good look at a nursing mom.  We’re a terribly offensive bunch aren’t we?  Scary stuff.  One mom showed up who is no longer nursing.  She chose to show some cleavage and she held a sign that said, “I’m showing more than a breastfeeding mom.” 

Then the real fun began.  A guy from the “Rise Guys” on 93.3 showed up in a strange costume wearing a bra and holding a sign that said, “I like boobs.”  He marched about singing songs like “Amazing Grace.”  I do not think he helped our cause. 

   

In short, a group of women (and a rise guy) came together to stand up to bullies like Lisa.  And not just in Greenville.  In cities across the country, they gathered outside radio stations that air the Russ and Lisa show. 

My husband was so very proud. 

 

My Sister’s Blessingway

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You might remember that my sister was one of the fabulous four who threw a blessingway for me last summer. 

I wish every expectant woman was given a Mother Blessing or Blessingway.  We don’t have enough rituals surrounding the transitions in our lives.

For Noelle’s celebration, I chose a few special rituals to honor her. 

Each guest brought a bead to be made into a birth bracelet for Noelle during Asher’s birth.  Everyone had such amazing beads!  My mom made a pendant containing beads that belonged to her, her mother, and her grandmother.  Noelle’s mother-in-law found a fantastic bead featuring a babywearing mama.  One friend gave Noelle a bead from a necklace she bought during their first overseas mission trip.  Take a look at the gorgeous bracelet.

Each of us also wrapped an ankle or wrist in a Mothercord.  We’ll wear this cord until Asher is born; each woman using the cord to remind her to pray for Noelle’s birth. 

I had Noelle’s mom and her mother-in-law each braid a side of her hair.  In the back, I joined the two braids with a hydrangea flower from our grandmother’s garden.  Our grandmother is no longer living and I wish I’d asked her more about her own births.  I know that she had all her children at home except her last born, my mother. 

 

I set up a table for an art project.  Each guest was invited (ok, ordered) to participate.  They were to create a piece of art called “Becoming Mother” as a gift for Noelle. 

Finally, my talented friend, Katy, henna’d Noelle’s feet.  She also graciously gave each guest a small henna tattoo as a reminder of Noelle’s birth and transition into motherhood.  The henna work was my favorite part of the blessingway.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   Now, we wait for sweet baby Asher.