On A (New) Path

I’m not good at blogging (here). I have so many things that have pulled my attention in so many directions. Excuses all. Good excuses. Beautiful, tiny, smiley excuses.

Excuses all the same.

But I’m also disheartened. I used to be a member of a private Facebook group made up of area doulas. It is an information sharing venture, and a way to keep in touch and abreast of the birth-y goings on in the region. A month or so ago though, it was noted that there were a few members who had let their “active” status lapse, or who had begun the certification process but had stalled – all for great, general family or work related reasons. For purely birth and doula related information purposes, that’s not a big deal. But, that portal also housed some personal information for would-be clients, information gleaned from the the doula collective webpage, collected and distributed so that as many doulas as wished may contact prospective clients to give them a choice of support provider. That said, it was asked that any not-active doulas consider taking a step back to protect the privacy of our local residents. While it was not directed at me (or really anyone) directly, it hit home.

My husband and I are huge proponents of privacy. Like, huge to the nth degree. So, I barely had to consider before I stepped away, knowing that I could maintain my relationships with the doulas themselves. It was a good decision and I would do it again every time, but it has made me feel not a little bit as though I’ve walked away from this passion, dream, and goal.

I know that I haven’t walked away, because I am so called to this work and this support of families. I also know, because of other exploration, that my path is taking a different turn. A turn toward bereavement.

I have never lost a pregnancy. Not to stillbirth, miscarriage, or abortion. I absolutely do not know the depths of the loss and grief of parents who have lost a child or how that relates to their life, but I can empathize and I can learn. I know that there are not as many resources for these families as there ought to be, and I know that I desperately want to change that.

So, I have enrolled in an upcoming workshop for stillbirthday. I will take the lessons offered as they pertain to pregnancy, labour, birth, and the tragedy of pregnancy or infant loss. I have also applied to work with my local hospice society, hopefully in a role that allows me to work one-on-one and in groups with hospice patients and their families. The two relate and will weave well, I think. I love birth, I am passionate about birth, I strongly believe that families deserve so much respect, support, encouragement, and help in a time of creation. But I also believe that they deserve that in death and mourning. Birth and death are two sides of an incredibly beautiful, tragic, glorious, joyful, devastating coin and I want to learn about both and support people in both.

There you have it. Another workshop. Another path to follow. I hope to resurrect this blog and keep you updated (about the birth doula training, also). It’s important that I continue to chronicle this journey. For me.

The Black Keys – Ten Cent Pistol

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Lunch and a thank you. Two bits.

I haven’t been in a particularly stellar mood yet this year. I ought to be, it’s been a great year. I’ve been given a few pieces of life alteringly amazing news, I’ve taken on two exciting new opportunities (one paid, one volunteer) that will teach me a lot, and I continue to be surrounded by awe inspiring, beautiful humans. That said, I suffer from depression (not chemical or clinical and blessedly unmedicated, currently), and while it doesn’t always rear its ugly head, when it does, the thoughts it evokes can be vile even when unicorns and lollipops abound.

My mood and outlook on life has been so less-than-stellar that I almost backed out on a doula workshop reunion lunch this afternoon.

Almost.

I didn’t. I went, and I’m so glad I did.

Part of my unhappiness stems from my current inability to set aside time for myself and work on the things that are important to me. My self-care has taken a nose-dive. While today’s event didn’t allot me time to write, or edit web content, or catch up on my doula certification reading, it reminded me why I do the things I do and am interested in the things I am interested in.

I love to be around passionate people. I love to bask in the inspired motivation of people pursuing their callings. I love to be around people who have strong desires and bright, shiny goals of helping people.

I don’t have to be a doula right now. I don’t have to have written and published pieces of literature right now. What is important is that I continue to stay true to myself. What is important is that I begin to set aside time for me again, and stay on track with my needs/goals.

I want to say thank you, to my mentor and my birth doula workshop classmates and friends. You ladies are amazing. Listening to you, watching you, and being in your presence is inspiring. Soaking up the energy of people who strive to make the world a better and more beautiful place through their own stunning, important passions and a need and drive to help people become more confident and find their own strength is so important to and for me. I feel better. I feel better in this moment today than I have this month (year). Thank you for your company, for sharing a great meal, for the laughing and the stories and the updates and the hugs and the promises to do this again.

You’re doing great things, I appreciate you so very much, and I am so proud and thankful to have been a part of that workshop and to have met you. I can’t wait to see you for our next reunion soiree and learn more about you and your journeys!

Eric Clapton – Layla (Unplugged)

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Prenatal Class: Reflections

You already know that I am thankful to have been offered the opportunity to take this series of classes. You already know that I have learned so much, as much about pregnancy, labour and birth, as life. There was so much about this prenatal class that I could attribute to and use for so many aspects of my life, things I have faced and things I will have to face. That, I think, is my biggest take-away.

However!

Related to birth and the doula experience, this is what I came away with and find invaluable:

  • I better understand my story, my reactions, and how to separate them from yours. Because, and I’m going to talk a lot more about this as soon as I can carve out the time, my story is completely irrelevant in our relationship. It’s just as important as yours, and everyone else’s, but it has no place in yours.
  • I love pregnancy and labour and birth. I love women. I love partners (life partners, spousal partners, birth partners, all of the partners). I love this journey and I am invested in it.
  • Pursuing birth doula-dom is something I need to do. This is not a job, it is a calling. It is something that I can shelve (right now) because I have to (full-time job, outside of the maternity ward), but it is something that I need to do.
  • I love helping people. I love being able to support, encourage, and have affection and respect for and awe of people.
  • I have a new hero. She is inspiring, motivating, supportive, encouraging, loving, sassy, wise, serious, considerate, and not afraid to offer her opinion and experience. Whether she likes it or not, I call her Mentor.

I am thankful for this class. If taught me so much, it introduced me to wonderful people, it showed me things I had not thought about or known (even about myself) before, and it fed a little bit more fuel to a passionate fire that sits smoldering. Well beyond the usefulness of it in terms of DONA International birth doula certification, it was beyond priceless in its lessons.

Thank you.

Gus Gus – Is Jesus Your Pal

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Prenatal Class: Day Six

Bittersweet day. I was so excited, as I have been the last five weeks, to attend this Birthing From Within prenatal class with my amazing, motivated, and inspirational classmates and our birth doula instructor*, but I was also a lot heartbroken that this would be our last session. This has been an incredible, and very influential experience.

More on that later. On to the final class!

Last class, we talked about pushing and the immediate postpartum stage (read: how much healing your body has to do after Baby has been born). For the sake of this week, Baby has been born. Now we have to feed and care for him/her.

First stop, breastfeeding. Our instructor explained that it would not make great use of her time to teach how to mix a bottle of formula, and actually went on to advise that, in the first weeks, pre-mixed liquid formula was better, and came more highly recommended, for Baby. No one disagreed, and all of the women in the class, to my understanding and from their own mouths, were interested in trying to breastfeed. So it goes. (Please note that my instructor and I are both supporters of you. This is not a bottle-feeding shame call-out. This is simply a time when it made more sense to discuss breastfeeding and the trials and tribulations that may come with it. This is your story, you get to write it. No judgement.)

The number one way to ensure a bit more luck with successful breastfeeding is education before Baby is born. Whatever method of feeding you’re interested in, get to know it before you’re faced with that wriggly creature and its voracious appetite (…at 0300h…. ). Know what a good latch looks like (great video: http://globalhealthmedia.org/portfolio-items/attaching-your-baby-at-the-breast/?portfolioID=10861), understand that perceived low milk supply is the number one reason women stop breastfeeding and that output (urine and bowel movements) versus input (breastmilk, or formula) is a fantastic indicator of how much milk Baby is getting, understand and be aware of your determination and motivation level and what it takes to maintain that, and have a supportive community (including your partner) around you. This will all help dramatically. (Also know that it’s also okay to stop if you have to or want to. You tried, and that’s amazing.) The other breastfeeding topic that was discussed was formula supplementation, where necessary. It was recommended, wherever possible, to strictly breastfeed for at least six weeks, to establish milk supply.

After breastfeeding, we discussed other baby care. We learned how to properly diaper a baby, how to swaddle, and how and where to sleep (Baby in a crib, a bassinet, co-sleeping, or bed sharing).

After baby care, we moved to one of my favourite topics and something I do not believe is given enough conversation space: postpartum. As a personal rhetoric (feminist) aside, I feel that there are too many instances (not always) when Mom is basically forgotten after Baby is born. Pregnancy, labour and birth have wealths of knowledge and freely given information. After these events, most literature is devoted to baby care, not Mom’s postpartum journey and expectations. I really appreciate this prenatal class for its discussions on the matter. For instance, we were invited to speak about those postpartum expectations, both for mothers and their partners, and to speak about it now, before Baby is born and it becomes more of a reality. Discuss simple things like housework, food preparation, baby care turns, and how you would like visiting to look (other people coming to your home: how long would you like them to stay, how soon is too soon to see them visit, should they be asked to help with food prep or simple housework, like taking a bag of garbage to the bin outside?).

Important maternal postpartum events were also discussed: the hormone drop that generally occurs on or near the third day after birth (a good reason to consider placenta encapsulation), postpartum bleeding (that the biggest clot you pass should not exceed the side of a prune; and if you show abdominal swelling, experience cramping, or emit a bad smell, please contact your care provider immediately), the importance of relaxation and not over-doing it (remember the dinner plate sized wound inside of your body), and that an indicator of over-doing it might be the blood that had slowed and become much more pink and light, after grocery store trips and house cleaning marathons will likely become more heavy and bright, period blood red again. If that happens, it’s your body’s way of telling you to stop. Sit or lay down, get your relax on, and cuddle your Little while your partner and/or community helps you with house work and errands.

After that the birth art came back out in full force and the couples in the class were asked to co-draw. For one minute Mom drew with pastels on a canvas/paper, then their partner drew for a minute, and then Mom, and so on for ten or so minutes. It was a bit of an exercise in knowing your partner and also not knowing your partner. Sometimes they drew hurricanes over your peaceful mountain scene and violent storms wreaking havoc on your modest country garden. Sometimes you and your partner don’t see eye to eye and sometimes you don’t get to discuss that in advance. Sometimes you have to adapt to what they do or say and sometimes you are very surprised by something that comes incredibly naturally to them. That’s parenting. That’s strengths, weaknesses, and the ability to “go with it” when you have to.

Of course this class had to conclude at some point. And, of course, this class had to conclude beautifully: with a foot massage for Mom, given by their partner, snacks of chocolate and nuts (because gestational diabetes can be a wretch), and our beautiful doula telling us the story of Inanna and her descent into the Underworld. It was a lovely, appropriate ending to a beautiful, life-affirming and incredibly useful prenatal education experience. (I should note that all of the partners brought a small gift for the mothers of the class. That was also truly beautiful and wonderful to see.)

To close, we stood in a circle and held hands. Our beautiful parents-to-be were given exquisite wishes: I hope you find/become warrior birth goddesses; I hope you [partners] see it are are in awe of her; I hope you mothers see the moment your child’s father hold him/her for the first time and that you fall more in love with him. (To paraphrase.)

All the feels, folks. All the feels.

I am not ready to give this up, though it as been finished for a week now, and I am so thankful for the opportunity I was given in taking this class. But that is also for one more post.

Eric Clapton – Change the World

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*Note: I really don’t love referring to her as “birth doula instructor” or any combination of those words. She is so much more than that. She is a guide, a mentor, a shaman, a teacher. She also has a name. However! I am an avid fan of privacy and will not use names or locations unless given specific permission to do so. …so “birth doula instructor” it is…. (Apologies.)

Prenatal Class: Day Five (Hospital Tour)

This portion of Day Five deserves its own (short) post.

When I took prenatal classes when I was pregnant with Bean, the hospital tour intimidated me. It was awesome and informative, but it made everything really real. When I took a second hospital tour, this summer, in preparation for my first doula client, I was pumped. It was really exciting to return and take another look at things. When it came to Day Five of these doula certification prenatal classes, the day that ends with The Hospital Tour, I was struck by my sense of awe. I was excited to be there, I love to be in the maternity ward, but it’s also really humbling. The journey that families go through, the power and strength that (I hope) women find, and the stories that are very literally born there are inspiring and wonderful.

When we arrived at the hospital we entered through the Emergency Room, because most births seem to happen through the night, or in the very early morning, and most women seem to enter through the ER and not the front doors. (We also took a look at the path between the maternity ward and the front door, don’t despair). After we meandered to the maternity ward, we were shown: the ice (chip) and water machine and the small juice (and a few other things) cooler, the nurses’ station, the “midwife room” (which is a delivery room in our hospital that is generally reserved, whenever possible, for midwife births. The biggest difference in that room is that there is a tub in the centre of it, not in the corner of a bathroom, for water births. Only midwives, where I live, attend water births), a recently born placenta (ours is a teaching hospital, this ties into that for more than prenatal parent information), a small and quiet room that is quite like a chapel for parents who have gone through loss, a quick glance at postpartum and assessment rooms, and the corridor that leads to the NICU.

There were a few things, beyond the usefulness of the tour itself, that I found particularly note-worthy. More than anything else, when we were looking at the placenta, we discussed the healing process after birth. What should really be understood is that new mothers basically have a dinner plate sized (where the dinner plate sized placenta was) wound to heal inside of their bodies. This brought to mind the almost ludicrous “be back in action in six weeks” societal treatment of postpartum mothers. That is a lot of healing folks, which means that is a lot of resting and taking care of new mothers and letting them do what their bodies tell them to do, which is generally not run errands three days postpartum. This also lead into a conversation about women’s bodies after childbirth, especially if they are planning to breastfeed. It was warned, to the male partners, that not only may sex be something that will come back in its own time, not after a magical period of six weeks (not for everyone. Different people, different bodies, different stories), but go-to sexual measures (like breast foreplay) will probably have to take a backseat, at least for a little while. These conversations were great! They were real and they were respectful.

I love the hospital tour. I love taking the hospital tour with pregnant women and their partners. I love the stories that are being woven beyond those doors. The excitement that mingles with (very natural) fear and nervousness. You know when you get to the hospital tour that you’re pretty close to D(elivery)-Day.

Billy Joel – Lullabye

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Prenatal Class: Day Five

Disclaimer: I am behind. Between illness, a previously remarkably untidy house and the impending holidays, I haven’t carved out the time I would like for this project. As ever, I appreciate your patience and understanding.

Having said that, let’s jump in!

This class began with a personal anecdote from our instructor about a recent (birth doula) client she had who “broke all the rules.” This truly was an important illustration of how stories can effect you if you choose to allow them to. This client had what was considered, by her doula and nurses, to be a difficult labour. She had trouble with interventions, which actually resulted in her “pushing like a rockstar,” had contractions that were not in the realm of what is generally normal, and she excelled at keeping in check with her own story and not letting any of these difficulties bring her down. I agree that it was a fantastic story to share, because even if things don’t go to your wishes and how you picture labour and birth progressing, it is important to keep in touch with your own story and not read everyone else into it. Sometimes that’s really all you have, and it’s incredibly strong and very important.

After that story, we broke into a great discussion about the “wise and compassionate use” of drugs and epidurals. There is a lot of passionate discourse about medical interventions during labour and birth. Personal stories and biases colour every opinion and sometimes promote a lot of judgement. Whatever your belief and experience, I feel that it is important to understand that there can be a time and a place for interventions during birth. When Mom is exhausted, when there is a failure to progress, if Mom is tight (with stress, fear, pain, or anything else) and can’t let go, or if baby needs a change of position, for example.

When chatting about drug intervention, it was generally agreed that, unless an epidural is in your (immediate) birth wishes, starting from the bottom and working up to the “big guns” is a better idea. Before epidurals were defined and discussed, we learned about the positive and side effects of morphine, gravol, and nitrous oxide in labour. After that, it was all about the Big Guy, the epidural, for a time. I have a lot of information should you need it, but what we talked about were the benefits of the procedure, the side-effects, and how one medical intervention, especially a big one, may lead to others. It’s not to inspire fear, or ward away from, it’s to educate. Drugs and epidurals are wonderful things and can be integral in a birth story, but, as with everything, it’s really important to be informed, both so that you can understand what’s happening and so that you can be a better advocate for yourself.

After drugs and epidurals, we talked about pushing. Pushing is my favourite stage of labour. It’s brilliant and awe-inspiring and it generally means there are going to be baby cuddles in a reasonable amount of time. Before we dove into the mechanics of pushing, we talked about fears. Of course there was a conversation about the fear of pain, but almost more prevalent is the pain of pooping while pushing. I can empathize with this, I had that fear when I was pregnant with Bean and I have it now. As a small digression, the fear of pooping while pushing can make me angry. Not because it’s a fear, but because its seen as disgusting, abnormal, and something you should feel embarrassed about. In reality, and I can struggle with this too, it is exactly none of those things. Sometimes shit happens. Literally. It’s natural, it happens, and it’s usually almost nothing and cleaned up super quickly and discreetly.

While we talked about pushing, we talked about positions that are fantastic for pushing. Squatting while supported by a birth partner (sometimes with a rebozo); sitting on a partner’s lap, facing them (sometimes with a third partner, or doula, behind with a rebozo securely and safely around their shoulders with the tails for Mom to hold onto for more support); a semi-sit with partner and third partner (or doula) in front, again with a rebozo to hold, with Mom’s feet on the third partner/doula’s knees for support; sitting backward on the toilet (I can personally attest to this one. It’s one of my very favourite. It is more comfortable than you think it ought to be); and side-lying, which can be useful in an epidural situation where Mom has very limited mobility.

While discussing pushing and practicing positions, our doula instructor brought this picture out:

Roaring the Baby Out“Roaring the Baby Out” by Pam England
(Image found @ Birthing From Within)

I love this image. It shows the primal nature of birth and the strength of a woman. This image became really important when our doula took the birth partners into a different room for their own short session and I stayed behind to speak with the Moms. One of them admitted that she “was scared [of labour and birth], which is why [she] took this class, and now [she] feels like that lion woman.” That was a moment for me. I was touched, I was excited for her (and for our doula instructor, because how amazing is that!?), and I was so proud of her and her journey.

Katy Perry – Roar

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Prenatal Class: Day Four

Disclaimer: I am behind. My household was torn between a head cold and a wicked stomach flu last week, which made getting anything jotted down remarkably difficult, and the impending holidays have seen my evenings and weekends eaten by shopping, preparation, baking, and social engagements. I appreciate your continued patience and understanding.

Week four: induction, cesarean, and a coyote circle.

Induction is neat, isn’t it? There’s a possibility that, for whatever reason (and there are so very many), you can elect to start the process that will result in you meeting your little person. Induction may increase your chances of an epidural, the use of forceps, or a resulting cesarean birth, but it can also be the actual best case scenario and the absolute right thing to do in a birth story.

This week we chatted about various induction techniques available: the “stretch and sweep” (not technically considered induction, medically speaking), cervidil, synthetic oxytocin (pitocin), and rupturing of the membranes. Alternatively, we chatted about possible alternatives: waiting (for the baby to initiate labour*), The Labour/Midwife Cocktail, castor oil, sex, nipple stimulation, acupuncture and/or acupressure, red raspberry leaf tea, and light exercise (walking, most notably). With all of these options (induction and natural/”waiting”), benefits and side-effects were considered, presented and discussed.

Beyond the absolute real-life application of certain things we learn in Birthing From Within prenatal class, the presentation of topics, “what ifs,” and “what might happen ifs” is my favourite part. It’s reasonable, respectful and non-judgmental. What we are asked, as a class, is to be informed. In my life, Informed Choice has become so paramount. You can make any choice you feel necessary in your story (provided everyone involved, including yourself, is safe and healthy and of sound mind), as long as you have been informed, across the board. In birth, that is most typically epidurals or other pain relief/management techniques, cesarean birth (generally elective in this case), circumcision, etc.

We then touched quickly on birth wishes – careful not to call them plans, as that leaves very little room for change (and labour is rarely predictable). We discussed immediate skin-to-skin contact where possible (and with a partner where it may not be possible with Mom right away, such as in the case of a cesarean birth), newborn checks and when they need to be done, delayed cord clamping, whether Mom wants interventions (and which she is most comfortable with, and whether Mom is interested in having student doctors, nurses or midwives attend her birth (ours is a teaching hospital, so that is a very real possibility and something to be aware of). Along with birth wishes, we chatted about what to bring to the hospital (importantly: your own clothes, warm socks, and food and water for yourself and, especially, your partner), and it was advised that all birth partners (fathers in this case) learn how to tie a ponytail.

And then? Cesarean births. I won’t go into all of it, because there was a lot (and it almost deserves its own post – cesarean birth is a huge deal and requires a lot of conversation), but we did discuss the procedure itself and where everyone would be in the room so that Mom and her birth team would be aware of what they could expect, if that was their story, and what they should look out for, in terms of advocating for themselves. A lot is out of your hands in a surgical birth, but there is still room to be in control, or at least helping to drive some decisions and events (that a birth partner is able to have skin-to-skin contact as soon as possible, that a doula or second birth partner is able to stay with Mom after the baby leaves the operating room, and that there are as many or as few attending medical staff as possible (again, this is a question of students in the room. You may be able to control this), for instance).

During the cesarean conversation, we also discussed the language used to describe a surgical birth, and the thoughts and fears that may surround it. There were murmurs of fear, a feeling of failure if labour resulted in surgery, that the baby would be “cut out of [her],” and that Mom would be “sectioned.” It’s all very harsh and cold and uncomfortable. This is where the term “cesarean birth” comes in. A c-section is still very much a birth. I am cognizant of the fears and language surrounding this procedure – I have fears of it, too – and it is important to me that this starts to become less taboo and that Mom feels she still has power and self-advocacy in this situation.

My favourite part of this evening was the very end of class. The coyote circle. In the coyote circle, parents (mothers especially) practice vocalizing (during contractions) as a group. Much of the time, women are concerned about being loud during labour (this may deserve its own post as well, as it really stems from a lot of social upbringing and constraint) and may need some encouragement in order to engage in moaning, chanting, or whatever other kind of vocalization works for them. What better way to do that then to have wolves howling in the background, a doula who isn’t afraid to make noise, and a group of people moaning in unison? You get to lose yourself in the crowd, be one of many making useful sounds, and you start to understand how that will work for your contractions (practicing with tubs of ice water, of course). While I appreciate the wisdom of this concept, that wasn’t why this was my favourite part of the evening. We had a pregnant woman there alone (her partner works evenings, and her mother, who had attended with her before, was busy), so I got to play the role of her doula. I got to be a doula. (For all of ten minutes.) It was awesome! During my part, partners were helping the mothers breathe and vocalize by touching them while they had hands in the ice bath. I rubbed her back, and then took feedback on how that worked for her (turns out, pretty well)! So much wonderful. I was walking on air for a while after that.

The doula role-play was interesting from the partner perspective, too. Mephy has said, time and time again, that watching me in pain and working hard, unable to truly help or take any discomfort away, was the most difficult part of my labour with Bean for him. I have always understood that from other situations where I have watched someone do something that I was unable to help them with, but this coyote circle brought more strength to that understanding. From the perspective of a labouring woman, I understand how important encouragement and support is. From the perspective of a birth partner, I am beginning to understand how to give that encouragement and support (and that it is as personal as it is not. I mean it is not personal when you are barked at and told that what you are doing isn’t working. It’s not you, it’s hard work, hormones, and a mind that is more centred on birthing a baby than coddling you. …and I love that.).

Long story short: great night. Great, great night. Another life affirming event.

*Guys. How brilliant is this? Truly. Your baby is initiating its birth. …with its lungs. I just can’t get over the amazingness of this event. It blows my mind.

Gus Gus – Over (Live)

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Prenatal Class: Day Three

I am me. I am enough.

Day three was a doozy. I’ve let more time lapse between the class and reflecting on it than I would have liked. For this one though, that might not be such a bad thing. A little distance will give me more objectivity.

We began the evening by learning about, and practicing, ovarian/circular breathing. In short: inhale, beginning in your perineum/testes, allowing your breath to travel up your spine and stop at the top of your head, tracing carefully over all curves (especially of the spinal chord) and taking time to recognize your body; exhale, moving your breath over your face, chest, belly, and back into your pelvis.

After we went through a few ice contractions doing this alone, the couples of the room stood up to practice some together time with this breathing technique. Instead of holding ice in her hand for these “contractions,” Mama put one foot on the ice (at a time) and then got into ovarian breathing. At that time, Dad matched breath with her, and then traced her breathing: up her spine from her lower back, hovering over her hairline and then down her face (because no one wants to be touched up their hair and down their face), and then over her chest and onto her belly. It was beautiful to watch (and truly, I only did for fleeting moments, because these couples needed their time to be with each other, they did not need me observing them so clinically).  The couples were connected and, as always, to see Dad so involved in watching and helping his partner is outstanding to me. It makes a world of difference to have a connected birth team.

We then shifted gears and started talking about hormones, both in pregnancy and in labour and birth. Oxytocin, prostaglandin, endorphins, adrenaline, prolactin, and even pitocin.

The reason I needed some space from this class, between experiencing it and writing about it, is because we ended the evening with a conversation about birth tigers. Birthing From Within (England) expressed that “no mother can give birth if she feels unsafe or senses danger” (p118) and “if your personal imagery triggers excessive fear during pregnancy, you may never go into labour” (p118). The same can be said about being in labour, a great deal can slow down, or sometimes stop almost completely, if you feel paralyzing fear.

So, our doula asked the group to consider our birth tigers, the fears that plague us. The things we skip over in books, or linger too long on. The things that get our blood pumping and kick our fight or flight into gear. Needles, cesarean births, postpartum depression, and not getting to the hospital on time were all mentioned. (My tiger was a postpartum event. It was also surprisingly strong. I may have cried. It was ugly.) It was what we did with our tigers that was useful. (Another real life application of Birthing From Within prenatal class.)

Our instructor had us face the tiger head on. We imagined our scenarios (or memories) in all of their nitty-gritty detail. We allowed the scene to play out, no matter how painful. Then it slipped away, into a fog, and we crossed away from it. From there, we came to an understanding. We left behind useless mantras like “you’re not good enough,” “you’re weak,” or “you can’t do this,” and we came to something stronger and more important.

I am me. I am enough. 

After that, we faced our tiger again. It was surprising (to me) how much sting was taken out of the very same scenario, only moments later. No lie, when I envisioned it, this time what was being said did not wash over or through me, it split apart and washed around me in two waves. It couldn’t hurt me. It was no longer relevant to my life and my understanding of myself.

This realization is the welcoming of your hunter/huntress, your protector. It is understanding that you can do this, you are enough, you have the tools, you can own it. (Life, not just birth.) This ushers you away from a victim mentality and it is a beautiful thing.

I do so love me some Birthing From Within.

Norah Jones – Feelin’ The Same Way

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Prenatal Class: Day Two

Life lessons.

My new doula mentor (I have such a great list of mentors and personal heroes. They are amazing and I am so grateful to have them, both in doula-ing and just in life in general) and I were chatting after class today. (She checks in to make sure things are going well, how I’m feeling about the class, and to get a sense of what I’m coming out with.) This evening was an interesting conversation.

But let’s skip that for just a second.

In this evening’s class we used “ice contractions” again. Last week it was for breath awareness, this week the work was on focussed awareness. That is, a degree of mindfulness in allowing all things to be equal and without a story associated with them. What we did was hold ice and start to list (silently) things we saw, heard and touched (or that were touching us). I could: see the blue, teal and purple stripes of the rebozo; hear the buzz of the deep freeze in the other room and the rhythm of the music wafting through the iPod; feel the touch of my left leg crossed over my right. Incredibly simply, I’ll describe it as a distraction. A re-focus. Something to concentrate on instead of the contraction at hand. It is also a great idea for a redirect. When a pregnant woman becomes distracted by something, breaking her from her rhythm/reverie, a birth partner beginning a line of “what do you see/hear/touch?” questioning may bring her back into her rhythm, or help her to create another, by distracting her from her distraction.

We also got hands on with some positions and alternative comfort measures, this evening. Rebozos were used for stability and to help balance and support a pregnant woman in low squats and for self-support of a belly in late pregnancy (to hold it up a little higher), cut pool noodles were used to massage sacrums while the pregnant woman was on her knees bent over an exercise ball, double hip squeezes were taught and mastered, and the virtues of self-massage with a tennis ball were lauded (absolutely try it. No joke).

My life lesson came a lot closer to the end of the class. We were handed the BRAIN* line of questioning and thought. What this can do is allow you to address your fear by checking your assumptions. You can start to explore the positives in a situation (because there generally are positives in a situation) before you react. This could help you to come to questions (to your care provider, doula, family member, friend, or birth partner) differently and may allow you to more closely investigate their concerns and ideas as well as your own, which may change your line of questioning, phrasing of questions, or general attitude and tone. It is important that we view our medical and birth team as a team. Your nurses, doctors, midwives, and doulas have all chosen their paths. They are all in birthing rooms because they have been driven to work with pregnant women, their partners, and their babies. …and we have no idea where they have just come from. A place of intense positivity, or a terrible experience that has coloured their concerns across the board. This BRAIN technique helps us to come to a place of compassion and acceptance in our communication.

Our “homework” in consideration of the BRAIN technique was to use it in non-birth/medical situations. For instance, in things we feel highly judgmental of.

Life lesson.

I am very interested to start applying this line of questioning to situations that make me uncomfortable, or experiences that I have not fully come to terms with, to build a different foundation for understanding and accepting them. I am looking for more compassion in my life and I am very excited to have a new tool to explore this.

I was right, another awesome, engaging, and completely useful class.

*Benefits. Risks. Alternatives. Intuition. Nothing or Negotiation. In (really) short, something like this: http://www.babycentre.co.uk/a1048278/decision-making-during-labour

Angie Martinez, Lil Kim, Left Eye, Da Brat & Missy Elliott – Ladies Night

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Prenatal Class: Day One

Note: I am publishing this late. The classes I will be talking about occur on Wednesday evenings. Class Two will be this evening. (Life has been unbalanced recently, I haven’t made proper time to write things I need and want to write.)

In the late summer I was invited to attend a Birthing From Within (BFW) prenatal class (for DONA International birth doula certification) by a local birth doula, our only BFW instructor, to my knowledge. This doula, like my doula, like our community of doulas, is amazing. She’s a completely different soul from any I’ve met and I cherish her. She is warm, bright, fiercely intelligent and loyal, and she cares with her whole entity.

That caliber of person combined with my recently found appreciation and love for BFW (I wrote a book review. You may have read it already. If you haven’t and you’re interested, please click here: Birthing From Within Book Review) made my “yes, thank you!” a no-brainer.

Knowing she wouldn’t have a new class until November, I waited (reasonably) patiently for months. Until this week! We had our first class on Wednesday and it was more than I had hoped for. I was asked to help hand out small bowls of ice (because while not truly comparable to contractions, ice can be really obnoxious to hold for minutes at a time and it’s a really clever tool to practice comfort measures during labour), art boards and pastels (for labyrinth creating), and generally just help wherever I could with whatever was needed.

It was amazing. It was also so very different from the prenatal class that I took when I was pregnant with Bean. I love that. I love having experienced two completely different classes on exactly the same subject, given by two completely different, but similarly invaluable and precious, people. It is priceless to me to have these experiences. They will be very useful when it comes time to start matching clients up with prenatal classes if they ask for advice.

Beyond the beauty of watching four first-time couples and one pair of seasoned parents expecting their second child revel in their pregnancies and impending births, it was fascinating to learn new techniques and get swept up in some incredibly strong feelings of my own.

Okay, let’s just get this out there. As a precursor, you should know that I finished a re-read of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and teared up three separate times (when Ron got smashed in chess, when it was revealed that Lily’s love for Harry was protecting him, and when Neville was awarded ten points for Griffindor. …right…?). That was the beginning of my evening.

When it was time to get down and dirty with birth art, I was asked to participate. I was excited to participate, even though things like this are so far out of my comfort zone. (I’m not a visual artist and while I understand that that is hardly the point of the exercise, it still stresses me out a bit.) Our doula lead the class (mamas and their partners both) in seeding and creating a seven circuit labyrinth*. When she asked us to add the threshold and gave a few examples of possible additions, I added waves. Despite my for-my-whole-life land-locked state and fear of water, that was absolutely the correct choice for my story. (Kismet.)

After our labyrinths were drawn, we traced them with our fingers. The difference between a labyrinth and a maze is that you cannot get lost in a labyrinth. There is only one way in, it is very clear and well laid out. Then, there is only one way out, right back the way you came. When we traced our way to the centre of the labyrinth, the birth and first cuddle with the baby, we were asked to linger for as long as we wanted. To not rush out. To take the time we needed.

Even now, I’m tearing up thinking about it. I was reluctant to leave. Just like every person I exist with, I have a personal story. Mine came back like a flashbang when I traced that labyrinth and stopped in the centre. It was amazing, and visceral, and put things into different perspective for me. When I left, it was because I felt societal pressure to do so. I felt that lingering for too long, that shedding a tear in public, would make the room uncomfortable. It was an interesting reflection on the postpartum period (what leaving the centre of the labyrinth is meant to symbolize) and the pressures parents can feel.

Day two will be as engaging as day one, this is something I know in my soul. I have chosen the right class. I have chosen the right path. I have pitfalls in my life, things that are drawing me back to the beaten path, but if I can keep things like this doula and this prenatal class in my life, I will forever be drawn back to my heart.

*For more information about labyrinths as they pertain to birth, please visit: http://www.birthingfromwithin.com/blogs/birthing-from-within/15417449-labyrinth-of-birth

Arnej – The Beauty That Lies Behind Those Green Eyes (Opus Outro Mix)

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