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.

Saturday, 6 October 2012

My Lovely Apprentice on Numero Uno

Sweet Noah’s Birth Story Noah’s birth is one of my favorite memories, and one I think of often. I didn’t know much about Midwives or the importance of the birthing experience when I found out I was pregnant. I went to my routine prenatal checkups at a hospital every four weeks. I felt like I was missing out on so much, I felt like another number or unknown face at the hospital.
When I was six months pregnant, I attended a friend’s birth. She was having her first child at the birthing center with Amber. I wasn’t there for more than an hour before I knew that this is what I was missing. After experiencing this birth, I knew that if I continued with the hospital route I would always regret it and the experience of the birth of my child was not something I was willing to have any regrets about. So I started seeing Amber in my third trimester and it was a completely different vibe. I didn’t feel like I was just another number in a long line of people who needed to use the room after me. I knew I was finally heading in the direction of the birth that I wanted to have. On the day of Noah’s birth I woke up at 6:30 am with my husband, James, as he was getting ready for work and I noticed that it felt like my water had a slow leak. Now, at this point I was so ready to meet my new little baby that I was on my 3rd or 4th false alarm. I was determined not to tell my husband “this is it” again, until it was really it. My mom had even flown in early because I was so sure I was going to have him early (I was walking around at 3cm dilated for over a week, so I thought every day was going to be the day). So I kissed my husband good bye and started my morning routine of “get this baby out” with yoga and walking. Throughout the morning I kept feeling little gushes of water, at this point I probably should have known, but I wasn’t having contractions and I was starting to get use to having no idea what my body was doing. Midmorning, I told my mom what was happening but I wasn’t getting my hopes up again. The minute I told her she shouted “This is it! That’s your water!” That’s when it finally hit me and I got really excited. We started preparing the house and running some errands to get some contractions going. When I was at the grocery store somebody asked me when I was due and my mom started crying and saying, “She’s in labor! The baby is coming today!” then the stranger started crying and put her hand on my stomach and prayed for me and the baby. It was a very special moment. James decided to come home early even though my contractions weren’t very strong yet. Amber came over at 6:30pm because I was feeling anxious about my water being broken for too long (I was scared about having to go to the hospital if we hit the 24hr mark). She finished breaking my bag of water and oh did those contractions come. She encouraged me to take a warm shower which helped. Labor progressed and I remember going through the transition state. I hit my wall and was afraid that I wouldn’t have the energy to push and I just needed a break from the pain. Not long after that, it was time to push. I was in the bathtub already and definitely felt the urge to push. This is when I got my second wind and had a renewed sense of energy. My sister was in the room with me and was driving me nuts with a flashlight that kept reflecting off the water into my face. She suddenly announced that it was a girl! All I could think of was “why does it still hurt?” As it turns out, she just saw the head and saw it had hair so she said it was a girl (yes, that’s going to come back to bite her- I can’t wait until her first pregnancy). I, on the other hand, still had a good 4 or 5 pushes to do. Then, he came. There are no words for the moment that you see your baby for the first time. Noah came out and was laid straight on my chest, not taken from me. The bonding between my husband, baby and I was instant and intense. Noah never cried, just stared at us and we just stared amazed at him. That was the moment I first understood a mother’s love which cannot be explained, only felt. 3 years later and he is absolutely amazing.