I ended 2014 at the hospital having my third child, on Dec. 31, via Cesarean section. I had never had surgery before and wasn't nervous until they wheeled me to the operating room. It was so sterile and felt a LOT different than my two previous, natural births.
Before you I was lost. Confused. Sometimes even a little depressed. I made some silly decisions, but who doesn't when they're young? Nothing too bad, ...
I recently received a message from a mother who suggested that some of the "bad stories" shared by my project Little Tsunami might scare off other mums, and that showing both sides of the motherhood coin could be a better approach.
It Came Out Of My Vagina - An honest (Like Really Honest Guide to Conscious Parenting) Written by multiple moms including Betsy Chasse and Debbie Weis...
The main myth about giving birth is that birth is painful and dangerous so you have to be drugged and put in the hospital in order to give birth. Wo...
I recently wrote a blog about my birth story. I expressed my own experience through the unfolding and the way it made me feel. I chose to have a birt...
Are you kidding me? The only person that has any say on what's right for her and her body is the birthing woman herself. We must recognize that women go into birth with different bodies, different stories and different goals.
On the eve of her fifth birthday, I kneel quietly next to her bed and watch the slow rise and fall of her chest, remembering all the times they had to resuscitate her and counting my blessings.
Within minutes, I realized that I was in labor. Like, it's too late to go to the hospital labor.
It was a very long night. The staff tried their best to induce labor naturally. I respected their efforts, but there is nothing natural about being poked and prodded in the most intimate places by one stranger after the next.
Know what delights the heck out of me? Surprising people. As a doula, this is something I do a LOT.
Of course, at the time I didn't know I was in labor. My doctor had mentioned that if the contractions lasted longer than an hour I could assume it was the real deal but I didn't know what contractions should feel like.
The realization hit like an epidural. I felt a joyous ache, both comforted and terrified in the knowing our relationship had and would continue to forever change. As I held you once more, I was reminded of the poem, "On Children", by ultimate truth-teller Kahlil Gibran.
As I think about my son just inches away from being born, I decide to let go of the pain. These final moments of pregnancy suddenly turn from struggle to joy.
Enlisting my team for support was the biggest gift I could have given myself during the labor and birth of my son Oliver. It felt as though all the support I've provided as a doula over the past years was shown back to me 100-fold.
Tears began streaming down my face as I quickly grieved the birth plan I was giving up. The birth plan -- that, up until that point -- had been incredibly flexible.