Monday 27 May 2013

And yet another 1st time Momma, putting all of us pros to shame!!

This mom was amazing!!  She was made to be a mother.  And what a cute baby!!

From Emily:


I went into labor at home, it was 11 am. My contractions started off at 13 mins apart and by 2 p.m. They were 11 minutes apart. My husband was my labor couch and my ultimate helper. He alone helped me through a painful labor at home, for 10 long hours! My midwife directed me to call her when my contractions got closer to 5 mins apart, as this can usually be a long process.. By 6 pm my contractions were 9 minutes apart and at 8 pm I called my midwife telling her "okay they're 6 minutes apart" she told me to meet her at the family birthing center in new braunfels in 45 mins and we did just that. Unknowingly I was in transition labor, and in a bumpy car for that matter, for twenty minutes!!

I had an out of body experience during this time, though... It was beautiful. My mind was on a beautiful hiIltop, while my body was in excruciating pain. It was 8:45 when we arrived, my contractions had gotten down to 2 1/2 minute intervals. I kept burping and upon arrival pooped for about a minute straight lol it was weird.... They said it was my body "preparing." I asked them to fill up the bath tub but I was told we should wait till I was in transition labor. I made my way to the bed and my midwifes assistant was checking me for dilation. Her eyes got big and she said "oh wow, I need to get a second opinion on this before I say anything" but then smiled real big too! (Apparently she told someone in the past they were 7 cm and they ended up being only 4 cm..)

Seconds later my midwife checked me for dilation and my water unintentionally broke. She said "okay you ready to push?" I said "what! Right now?!?" She said "yeah girl you're 10 centimeters dilated and his head is like right there, i can feel it coming out!" I realized then "this is happening"

I had NO CLUE the time had already come but all of a sudden it hit me, the only relief I was going to get was pushing this baby out! So they told me to bear down, and my husband had one leg up in the air and my midwife had the other leg and her assistant was the one initially in front of me, helping me through the pushing. They told me to feel his head and for the first time i felt his baby soft hair just barely starting to crown. This was it, i wanted to meet him already! With the fourth push his head came out and then i remember taking a deep breath. They asked if i wanted to take off my jacket, i said Hell Yeah let's me get naked! 1 minute later i started having another contraction and i pushed and i could feel everything happening as he came out and Joshua caught our son as he entered into the world;  James Corey Terrell was born at 9:06 pm on 01/31/13. Haha first time I've ever written this down!

Super Mama and Her Little Man


At 40 weeks and 5 days I had just gone for a NST to make sure there
was no reason to induce and that my little guy was still doing well.
Everything was fine and I rescheduled my midwife appointment until a
later day. I was with my mom and since we were in town we decided some
walking around would be good for me and my aunt suggested ginger tea.
Low and behold after a few sips of ginger tea my contractions started
at 6 P.M and my mother drove me home. 

After two weeks of prodromal labor I was a little skeptical, but the contractions continued and then at around 8 P.M I knew that this was the real deal. They always
say you will have that one contraction and just know, well it's true.


So early labor continued on and laying down was not an option so I sat
on the birthing ball for a while and walked around, breathing through
the whole time. At around 10 I told my boyfriend to get some sleep it
was going to be a long night. 

At 11 P.M. my contractions were coming every 2 minutes and lasting from a minute to a minute and a half. I called my midwife to let her know and she suggested I wait a little
longer and see if they get more consistent and closer together. A half
hour later they started getting irregular but stronger, and it was
getting more difficult to find a tolerable position. 

In between contractions I read Secret Garden since I was coping in the bathroom
and letting my boyfriend sleep. At first I sat cross legged in the
tub, facing out and that felt wonderful for a while but as things
steadily progressed I started getting nauseous and was sitting Indian
style in front of the toilet. 

Through all of this I was timing my contractions with an application on my phone, for an hour and a half my contractions were back to every two minutes lasting a minute and a
half each. I awoke my boyfriend and called the midwife, this was at 1
A.M., she said if it was time then she would meet us at the birthing
center and I confirmed that it was definitely time. 

I called my doula and my mother next to inform them that we were headed to the birthing
center so they could meet us there. The drive wasn't too bad, I just
focused on my breathing, but the nausea was quite strong and I took a
bag just in case. I am sure glad I had the sense to bring it, as soon
as we pulled in the driveway I used the bag, but man did I feel sooooo
much better. I walked into the birthing center at 2:45 AM feeling
wonderful and I was thinking I couldn't be too far along yet, but when
Galyn checked me I was already 7 cm dilated. I couldn't believe it, I
was so happy to be so far along already. So I kept laboring for a
while and tried to get comfortable and rest if I could, but sleep just
wasn't coming. At this point time went out the window and I can't say
I know how long for sure, but it didn't feel like too much longer
before I got to get in the tub.It felt wonderful, the water was nice
and warm and the contractions eased up a bit, I was still talking and
smiling though. At my next check I was 10 cm dilated, I believe this
was around 4 AM ,but again I had no sense of time. I had no urge to
push yet and the baby wasn't quite down far enough yet. They said he
was laying a little funny and wanted to try sidelining, so out of the
tub and in the bed I got. 

I laid on my side with one leg over a few
pillows and the other straightened, this was probably the most painful
part of my labor. I was suppose to stay this way for 30 minutes and as
painful as it was it felt nice to have my boyfriend holding me, and I
ended up sleeping between contractions. 

I woke up two hours later and felt an urge to use the restroom, I waddled into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and there I stayed for quite a while. My doula came and
brought the birthing ball to rest my head on in case I wanted to rest
some more, and that's when I finally said I can't do this. Ashre, my
doula, said you are doing this just breath. She went and told Amber
and then they came back to me and asked if they could check me. I said
I didn't want to get up it hurt too bad, but they said I really needed
to get up so I did and waddled back to the bed. When Amber checked me,
she said it was time to start pushing if I felt like it and then my
water broke. 

The urge to push hit me hard after that. The contractions
no longer hurt but my back and hips were hurting a lot, and Amber
explained I have an athletic pelvis and my muscles were so tight it
was hard for them to separate. They rubbed my lower back and hips with
essential oils and pressed down on them while I pushed on the birthing
stool, this felt good but I wasn't having as much progress. So I got
down on all fours and was resting my head on my boyfriends lap and
pushed. He had moved down and my hips and back felt so much better.
The tub was ready for me and I got in and kept pushing, but this
didn't quite feel right so I asked if I could turn the other direction
and was more or less squatting in the tub facing outward. This was
much more effective for me and Amber asked if I wanted to reach down
and so I did and as he was crowning and I could feel a full head of
hair. 

I have to admit this felt pretty strange but it gave me
motivation for I bared down and pushed and pushed with each
contraction. I put my hand down my where I could feel his head and
gently massaged around it to relieve pressure and to help when I was
pushing. At this point I don't remember anything just pushing with all
my strength and everything I had in me and then Amber was telling me
to reach down and pull my baby up, and I did. It was fantastic, I
brought him right up to my chest and just looked down at his little
face and listening to his strong cries. 

My boyfriend was behind me and whispered thank you in my ear as he held his son's hand and we both just touched him and were amazed that he was in the world and that I
had brought him into it. He continued to cry for about 10 minutes and
he wouldn't latch so Amber knew that something wasn't quite right. She
suctioned his mouth again and patted him on the back till a little
more fluid came out and he settled right down. I didn't even notice
birthing the placenta, I just focused on my baby while it happened.


After he was all settled down Amber gave to my boyfriend to hold while
they got my herbal bath ready. I felt wonderful and had no tearing
whatsoever, but still not really a sense of time, but I'm told about
an hour later they asked if I wanted to shower and change. Let me just
say that a shower sounded wonderful! My doula came with me in case of
heavy bleeding and to make sure I didn't faint, luckily no issues
there. I got out and went back into the room to hold my son and I saw
my boyfriend holding him with his pinkie in his mouth, what a
beautiful sight. 

My dad held him and so did my mom, and we alerted the
whole family that Anthony Ray Gonzalez was born March 19th at 10:03
AM. While I held his little hands Amber checked him over and before
telling us how much he weighed she asked us to guess, Mario guessed 7
lbs 6 oz. and he was right on the money. He weighed 7 lbs 6 oz. and
was 20 and a half inches long. After trying the nippled shield he had
no issues eating and by week two he was completely weaned off of it.
He is a happy,healthy, growing little boy and I couldn't be more
blessed. It was such a wonderful birth, the only thing I would change
is putting on my swimsuit top so that we could take more pictures
after he was born, but that's all. 

The birth was absolutely perfect!


As a first time mother I have to say that I will be trying for a home
birth the next time now that I feel more comfortable. If there was any
advice I have for first time moms it's to stay relaxed, breath, and
trust your body. And of course, build a great birthing team! 

Many many thanks to Amber, Galyn,Stephanie, and Ashre. Without their support my
birth would have been much harder and I would have given up. They
helped me with all of my questions and concerns, big and small, then
when it was really time to get down to buisness I can't think of
anyone else I would like to have with me during labor.

Wednesday 10 April 2013

2 important announcements!!

Greetings!

2013 is going to be big.  We have already started our expansion and we are so happy to announce:

1.  Salli Gonzalez of Seguin has returned to Family Birth Center.  She will be seeing her clients here 2 days per week.  Many of you know Salli from her time spent apprenticing with me.  She has really made her way with a successful homebirth practice and is excited about new opportunities to come.  Visit Salli @ http://www.empowermentbirthing.com/ .Salli Gonzalez

2. Coming this year:  a new birth private birthing suite.  We got our hands on a project and after a long wait for permits, we are finally ready to rock.  I will try to keep you afloat on the updates.  To move the house the roof had to be removed, check out the pics.  Then look at the inspiration pics below:-)









http://pinterest.com/midwifeamber/birth-center/
birth center inspire

Monday 11 March 2013

Large Families:-))


Being a mom of a larger-than-typical-size family is many things. It's crazy; it's tiring; it's always interesting. There's never a dull moment - and, often, those exciting moments come when you are out in public with your family. Here are some of the comments I've heard the most often when I'm out with my big brood - and my responses. I'd love it if you'd share yours with us!
1. "Are they all yours?" I'm not sure why you would need to know this, but no, they aren't. When I go to the store, I load up any kids I find in the backyard. It's always exciting to fill up the van. Never know WHO will end up here!
2. "Do they all have the same father?" Again, I'm not sure why you would want to know this, but are you accusing me of something?
3. "Wow! Your hands are full!" Yes, and so is my heart. Besides, many hands make light work, and my hands are only full if the kids don't do their chores.
4. "Don't you know how that happens?" (With a shocked look) Yes, don't you? If you don't, we are pretty good. Want us to give you a demonstration?
5. "Are you done?" Yes, unless I have another. OR: Funny, I never thought of myself as loaf of bread before...
6. "Why did you have so many kids?" I was tired of my house being neat, clean, and organized; plus, I was bored.
7. "Don't you have a TV?" Why? Are you offering to buy us one? There's always people arguing over ours, an extra would be a blessing. If you think that watching any TV show is more enjoyable than sex, though, we need to talk.
8. "Which one would you rather not have?" Yes, someone did ask me this - right in front of my kids. I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out how I answered this one.
9. "Were your kids planned?" Some of the greatest things in life are unplanned. But, in reality, the children are part of my plan to take over the world.
10. "Better you than me!" Funny, my kids say the same thing.

Monday 4 March 2013

Rambling


I have so many thoughts racing through my head.  Mostly spurred by the opposition, yet again, from the mainstream medical community.  This time though it has struck another chord.

My first fear in midwifery was postpartum hemorrhage.  What would I do?  Would I know what to do when the time came and a mother bled and bled?  Gently, I overcame that fear.  The next was shoulder dystocia.  Once again God led me through the curve to gain knowledge and experience, all the while holding my hand.  My personal fear regarded prosecution.  I read many storied of mother facing charges for illegally delivering babies where the state provided no protection.  They were criminals and faced prison for their actions.  I couldn’t fathom this.  I couldn’t stand the thought of losing my family over this type of persecution, until now.  

Make no mistake, I didn’t long to be a midwife.  I knew nothing of it.  I didn’t seek out the kind of profession that would ensure daily struggles and fights, no, my calling was much simpler.  I don’t question my purpose or calling.  I recognize my gifts and my talents.  They’ve always been there.  I was born a mother.  I have always been nurturing.  I have always loved children.  I have always felt deeply the pain and suffering of others.  I have  always been a perfectionist.  I have always been overly critical of myself.  I have always been willing to self sacrifice, many times to a fault.  I met God at age 12 and from then recognized humility.  I found a desire for integrity and real self worth at age 24.  And then at 30 I found a woman, so imperfect, whom I really liked.

Being a mother, that was all I ever wanted.  I wrote a paper in middle school about becoming a pediatrician, because it was through this that I could work with children and that was all I cared about.  It wasn’t until my first child that I quickly realized my daughter’s pediatrician and I didn’t see eye to eye on some very basic issues.  I attribute a lot of this to my upbringing, with a mother who didn’t hand out drugs for headaches and a father who thought nail polish and McDonald happy meals were poisoning the earth.  She told me, mind you I was 20 years old with a newborn, that babies screamed 4 hours per day and that crying it out was the only way.  When I asked to delay vaccinations until I had had time to research further she became personally offended at my lack of trust.  I think we went back one more time and then we moved on.  They weren’t all that extreme, but they were all doctors in their varying degrees.

Corrina Bryanne


The Birth of Corrina Bryanne

We had such an amazing experience with the birth of our third child. 

The birth of our first child still holds ill feelings. It wasn’t until then, I knew and understood the importance of taking control of your own birth and the importance of the birthing experience. 

My son’s birth was signature of a typical rushed birth, which is unfortunately all too common, full of Pitocin, threatening nurses, and doctor in a hurry. When we found out the good news I was expecting again I knew I wanted a midwife. 

I found Amber and was just amazed by the difference in midwifery and traditional OB care. The time spent and questions answered, it was a whole different world. My pregnancy of course did not go as smoothly as the first two. It started with bad morning sickness and later symphasis pubis dysfunction, which made walking painful. The baby herself did wonderfully however. My wonderful husband was very supportive and helped me through it all. 

Later in pregnancy at 32 weeks I started having prodromal labor. After a scary trip to the hospital I came to an understanding that I needed to be okay with any possibility that might happen. I read “Birthing From Within” which helped me with overcoming my fears. I also read “Hypnobirthing” which also helped in the end. Prodromal labor would keep me awake at night nearly every night. I kept reading and hearing “you will know when it’s the real thing”. 

Amber was wonderful and supportive answering late night texts and keeping in touch. I tried all kinds of ways to get labor going but nothing worked, Amber was right…. “babies come when they are ready”. Finally the day came…though I didn’t know it. 

I was having labor as usual and even bloody show, which I had also had before. I decided I would just try and relax, I practiced with my music. The labor continued through the day, my husband was working (he works from home) I told him not to worry I wasn’t even sure it was the real thing. I kept in touch with Amber and did a few things to see if the labor would stop. I took a bath and the contractions got irregular. But the pain continued to increase and finally, I got THAT contraction, I knew it had to be it. I texted Amber and she said to meet at the birthing center. I told my husband, we gathered our things and the kids and I told him we could take our time. I called my mom, and she called everyone else. I kept telling myself and my husband we had plenty of time. The contractions got pretty hard on the trip there, my kids where great, they kept quiet and where very good. I kept my headphones in and listened to my relaxing music. 

When we got to the Birth Center Amber and Galyn where there waiting. I walked in and smiled, I was so relieved to be there, I was ready for my baby to be here! Amber asked if she could check my cervix, I thought about it because I didn’t want to be disappointed, but went ahead. I was at a 6 almost 7, to me this was good news. They said I probably had a couple of hours, try the birthing ball for a little while. They had relaxing music playing and candles, I was very comfortable there. Galyn and my husband helped and pushed on my hips, so helpful and supportive. 

A few minutes past and I heard the water running in the tub, Amber knew by the sounds I was making it would be very soon. I heard my Mom and my sisters come in, I saw them in the distance, but my mind was in the birth. Then transition came, I knew what it was, I knew what to do, but you just feel loss of control. I knew I could but I had to say “I can’t!”. Amber came and told me if I wanted to have the baby in the water, I needed to get in the tub now. With lots of help I got in, still in transition still saying “I can’t!”. 

By the time I got in she was crowning. My sisters, and kids almost didn’t’ make it in the room in time! I remembered…breath…breath the baby down. I couldn’t push she had her hand in front of her face and they had to move it. But once her arm was out, my husband was able to take her and give her to me. Then I found out it had been 28 minutes since we walked in the door! 

It was wonderful to just stay in the tub in the warm water, they drained the tub and refilled it with an herbal bath. I got to hold and cherish and nurse my baby girl. I didn’t know what it really meant to be in control of your own birth. The experience was so different; it was not people telling me what was going to happen to me or my baby. It was about them asking me what I wanted. I never lost control or felt helpless like my previous births. I got to give birth in a loving comfortable environment surrounded by my family, my husband got to hand her to me. It truly was amazing. 





Monday 25 February 2013

Midwifery History

This is graciously being copied from my lovely apprentice, Mrs. Galyn Lacewell.

Enjoy!


History of Midwifery

The history of midwifery can be traced back to Genesis, “And it came to pass, when she was in hard labour, that the midwife said unto her, Fear not; thou shalt have this son also.” Genesis 35:17 KJV.  Midwives have been practicing in a range of scopes since the beginning of mankind. The uniqueness of modern midwifery can be attributed to its colorful history, ranging all the way from accused witchcraft to a highly respected and influential member of society. Through the ups and downs, midwifery has withstood persecution, slur campaigns, vicious rumors and unfair governmental regulations with dignity and grace. The practice of midwifery has come back from the verge of extinction, more than once, to a flourishing and prominent career dedicated to being with women in the most pivotal time of their lives. It is because of this history that midwives pass down a tradition of being strong, capable and knowledgeable women so that the time honored practice of midwifery continues to grow and not be condemned through the practice and invention of modern medicine.

In Colonial America, Americans were just learning how to be a free and functioning society with little oversight from the king. Midwives came to America on boats from Europe with their license given to them from the Church of England. In 1716, with escalating tension between the Colonies and England, New York City began licensing midwives so that they may “fulfill the role of servant of the state, a keeper of social and civil order” (Midwifery Today). As the practice witchcraft declined, doctors began attending births and midwives gave over medical, but not spiritual, control in response to being accused and persecuted for witchcraft, especially if the baby was disfigured.

In 1765 few women were literate or educated, no formal training for midwives existed until Dr. William Shippen opened the first formal training for Midwives. This was the first training in anatomy and physiology for midwives, unfortunately few women but mostly men attended Dr. Shippen’s training. 

The 19th Century marked a time when the middle class shifted from primarily using midwives to using doctors and women were becoming prominent as lay practitioners. Using physicians to attend births escalated in 1848 when Dr. Walter Channing used ether to put women in a sleep while giving birth and again in 1894 the first successful cesarean was performed in a Boston hospital. This significant advancement undoubtedly saved many lives but has also led to another decline in midwifery.

And it came to pass, when she travailed, that the one put out his hand: and the midwife took and bound upon his hand a scarlet thread, saying, This came out first. Genesis 38:27-29 KJV

Nearly 100 years later, anesthesia was used to induce “twilight sleep.” Physicians were becoming more organized, medical schools were developing, licensing started being required and physicians started moving from lower middle class to upper middle class. A slur campaign against midwives came out, pinning them as unintelligent, poor, black immigrants. By 1900 physicians attended almost all of the middle and upper class births while midwives attended births for women who could not afford physician’s care. As medical schools started including obstetrics in their curriculum, hospitals realized how loyal women were to the provider who delivered their baby. Physicians knew that once this relationship had been established, the women would use the same doctor to treat the entire family, this became a very lucrative relationship for the physician and the primary reason physicians sought out banishment of midwifery. Physicians convinced women that the interventions you could get at a hospital were necessary for a safe birth, so by 1920 almost every hospital delivery used interventions to facilitate birth.

In response to the 1930’s study by the Children’s Bureau, that stated 124 out of every 1000 infants born in the United States were dying, a team of nurses and mothers formed the Maternity Center Association (MCA) to teach the importance of prenatal health and to address the problems of our maternal health system (mymidwife.org). In 1933 the MCA and the Lobenstein clinic opened the first nurse-midwifery program in the US. This program was successful in graduating nurse-midwives until the start of WWII when resources were pulled towards aiding the war.

By 1950 three more educational programs for nurse-midwives developed including the American College of Nurse-Midwifery. Although the various educational programs were graduating competent nurse-midwives, very few were practicing after graduation. An overwhelming majority sought careers in teaching, consulting and assisting. The same problem that plagued the three new schools of the 50’s were the same that plagued the schools of the 20’s- a lack of opportunities for nurse-midwife students to practice their clinicals. In 1960, only two states and one city legally recognized the practice of nurse-midwifery: New Mexico, Kentucky and New York City (Varney’s 13).  This led to midwives getting organized and making a concerted effort to get into hospitals, where 70 percent of births were still taking place.

And he said, When ye do the office of a midwife to the Hebrew women, and see them upon the stools; if it be a son, then ye shall kill him: but if it be a daughter, then she shall live.
 Exodus 1:15-17 KJV

Finally, in the 1970’s everything changed. This sudden change could be attributed to a number of reasons. Obstetrics officially recognized nurse-midwives, visibility from working in hospitals, word of mouth from satisfied mothers and the post WWII baby boom. The main problem of the 70’s was not having enough nurse-midwives available; they were in such high demand that the emergence of Lay midwives became prevalent. Midwifery of the 80’s looks similar to the midwifery of today, with a few substantial differences. By 1980 midwives were active participants in every arena of well-woman care and like today, they had the support of some physicians and the opposition of other physicians. Insurance companies began seeing midwifery as cost-effective and began paying for services. By 1984 nurse midwives were practicing in every state as a result of the legislation done by the ACNM. 

Once again, in the 1990s midwives found themselves struggling for the recognition and respect from the medical field that they deserved. Midwives were not participating in essential decisions affecting the healthcare system. In 1994 in response to request from state regulatory agencies, ACNM started credentialing non nurse-midwives. By 2001 accredited direct-entry training programs were preparing student midwives to take the NARM and recognition as CNMs. Today, there is a clear distinction between nurse-midwives, CPMs and lay midwives. Midwives have never been more organized, had more of a voice in legislation or been more competent in their skills. This rapid advancement should be accredited to all of the midwives who paved the way before us. While there is still a considerable amount of work to do we have our history to remind us that it can be done. 

More growth for Momma Midwife...


I have so many thoughts racing through my head.  Mostly spurred by the opposition, yet again, from the mainstream medical community.  This time though it has struck another chord.

My first fear in midwifery was postpartum hemorrhage.  What would I do?  Would I know what to do when the time came and a mother bled and bled?  Gently, I overcame that fear.  The next was shoulder dystocia.  Once again God led me through the curve to gain knowledge and experience, all the while holding my hand.  My personal fear regarded prosecution.  I read many storied of mother facing charges for illegally delivering babies where the state provided no protection.  They were criminals and faced prison for their actions.  I couldn’t fathom this.  I couldn’t stand the thought of losing my family over this type of persecution, until now.  

Make no mistake, I didn’t long to be a midwife.  I knew nothing of it.  I didn’t seek out the kind of profession that would ensure daily struggles and fights, no, my calling was much simpler.  I don’t question my purpose or calling.  I recognize my gifts and my talents.  They’ve always been there.  I was born a mother.  I have always been nurturing.  I have always loved children.  I have always felt deeply the pain and suffering of others.  I have  always been a perfectionist.  I have always been overly critical of myself.  I have always been willing to self sacrifice, many times to a fault.  I met God at age 12 and from then recognized humility.  I found a desire for integrity and real self worth at age 24.  And then at 30 I found a woman, so imperfect, whom I really liked.

Being a mother, that was all I ever wanted.  I wrote a paper in middle school about becoming a pediatrician, because it was through this that I could work with children and that was all I cared about.  It wasn’t until my first child that I quickly realized my daughter’s pediatrician and I didn’t see eye to eye on some very basic issues.  I attribute a lot of this to my upbringing, with a mother who didn’t hand out drugs for headaches and a father who thought nail polish and McDonald happy meals were poisoning the earth.  She told me, mind you I was 20 years old with a newborn, that babies screamed 4 hours per day and that crying it out was the only way.  When I asked to delay vaccinations until I had had time to research further she became personally offended at my lack of trust.  I think we went back one more time and then we moved on.  They weren’t all that extreme, but they were all doctors in their varying degrees.

....to be continued.

Friday 18 January 2013

A New Goal in Mind

For the past 6 months my husband and I have been falling in love with the WOD (Workout of the Day) in modern Crossfit lingo. I am finally starting to see changes, not on the scale per say, but in my tone and muscle definition. I'm really starting to get better (notice I didn't say good!). When I started I could not even run around the block without stopping every minute or two to catch my breath. I was so out of shape. Jumping rope was out of the question and honestly, even the warm-up made me sweat. So...what had happened to me?? I'm 33 years old and giving birth to, breastfeeding, and sacrificing every part of my body for my 5 children had happened to me. I had no idea I was in that bad of shape. Time really had flown by because by the time I took a moment to add up the years I realized it had been 17 years since I had run! Seriously! I started some training here and there, but I never really got into it. I just wanted some kind of improvement. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE kids and babies and pregnancy and birth and breastfeeding and co-sleeping and you name it. Shoot, it's my job to share my love for all things baby with mothers and I was definitely made to do this, but now, for the first time, I don't want to give up Crossfit for pregnancy. I am not ready to put down my jump rope!! But low and behold, baby numero 6 (whom I will have birthed) and number 10 (after all of Gods' little bonus children) is on his/her way. My plan to wait has failed me, but wait!! you can continue crossfit while pregnant! Yep, it looks and sounds crazy I know. You should most certainly google some pictures of these strong mommas in action. It is pretty crazy looking. Anyway, my new plan, eat lots of turkey and avocado and nuts and greens and veggies and juice everything under the sun, workout and have fun and listen to my body!!! oh yeah, I almost forgot:-) and grow a little baby.