The Orange Week in San Diego

Welcome to the May 2012 Carnival of Natural Parenting: Parenting With or Without Extended Family

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month our participants have shared how relatives help or hinder their parenting. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants.

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For a week straight, my 7yo daughter and my 4yo daughter ate Cheetos for every meal. Every meal. A week straight. They occasionally supplemented their diet with cookies or chocolate milk, but mostly it was those greasy-yet-powdery orange snack chips for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

At home, this would not have been acceptable. I have standards for what I feed my family, and Cheetos do not fit the bill. But we weren’t home.

We were in San Diego for my grandfather-in-law’s funeral. He’d died at the age of 91-years-young, and my mother-in-law — who had not been his daughter-in-law for over 20 years –bought plane tickets for all seven of us (!) so we could attend the memorial, and stay in San Diego for a week.

My mother-in-law babywearing Cousin It at Legoland

San Diego is where My Chemical Romance was born, and lived for 26 years. His entire extended family is there: both parents and their spouses; two sisters, one brother-in-law and two nephews; all four grandparents; and many aunts, uncles and cousins.

Animal and Mineral, fishing with My Chemical Romance’s Grandpa, at Imperial Beach Pier

We lived there together for three years after we got married, when Animal and Mineral were babies. The Informant was born there.

Currently, we live in North Carolina, which is approximately as far from San Diego as you can get. Our life here is a lot different from what it was when we lived there. We have no built-in babysitters, and no last-minute family help when there’s an emergency. There are no weekend barbecues with extended family. There’s no Grandma reading to them before bed, or Grandpa attending a Cub Scout pack meeting.

Aunt Julie (pregnant with a new cousin) and Cousin It at J Street Marina

Luckily my children don’t seem to mind. They don’t remember living near their San Diego family, and we’ve never lived closer than a 2h plane ride from my family. They don’t expect the closeness that comes with physical proximity with family. But it bothers me. I grew up living no more than 20 minutes from my grandparents, and approximately that same distance from aunts and uncles and cousins. And while we weren’t always close, they were always there.

Face-painted family!

So I make an effort to bridge the distance with my in-laws. We call and text — and thank goodness for Skype! Sometimes the kids’ homeschool copywork is a letter to an aunt or a cousin. And on those rare occasions when we do get a chance to visit family, I try not to sweat the small stuff — like the Cheetos — and just let my children enjoy themselves with their family.

My Masterpiece and My Chemical Romance’s Grams

However, as soon as we got on the plane to go home, I told the girls that I never wanted to see another Cheeto for as long as I live.

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Carnival of Natural Parenting -- Hobo Mama and Code Name: MamaVisit Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama to find out how you can participate in the next Carnival of Natural Parenting!

Please take time to read the submissions by the other carnival participants:

(This list will be live and updated by afternoon May 8 with all the carnival links.)

  • Dealing With Unsupportive Grandparents — In a guest post at Natural Parents Network, The Pistachio Project tells what to do when your child’s grandparents are less than thrilled about your parenting choices.
  • Parenting With Extended Family — Jenny at I’m a full-time mummy shares the pros and cons of parenting with extended family…
  • Parental Support for an AP Mama — Meegs at A New Day talks about the invaluable support of her parents in her journey to be an AP mama.
  • Priceless GrandparentsThat Mama Gretchen reflects on her relationship with her priceless Grammy while sharing ways to help children preserve memories of their own special grandparents.
  • Routines Are Meant To Be Broken — Olga at Around The Birthing Ball urges us to see Extended Family as a crucial and necessary link between what children are used to at home and the world at large.
  • It Helps To Have A Village – Even A Small One — Jennifer at Hybrid Rasta Mama discusses how she has flourished as a mother due to the support of her parents.
  • The Orange Week — Erika at Cinco de Mommy lets go of some rules when her family finally visits extended family in San Diego.
  • One Size Doesn’t Fit All — Kellie at Our Mindful Life realizes that when it comes to family, some like it bigger and some like it smaller.
  • It Takes a Family — Alicia at What’s Next can’t imagine raising a child without the help of her family.
  • A new foray into family — As someone who never experienced close extended family, Lauren at Hobo Mama wrestles with how to raise her kids — and herself — to restart that type of community.
  • My Mama Rocks! — Kat at Loving {Almost} Every Moment is one lucky Mama to have the support and presence of her own awesome Mama.
  • Embracing Our Extended Family — Deb Chitwood at Living Montessori Now shares 7 ideas for nurturing relationships with extended family members.
  • Doing Things Differently — Valerie at Momma in Progress shares how parenting her children far away from extended family improved her confidence in her choices.
  • Snapshots of love — Caroline at stoneageparent describes the joys of sharing her young son’s life with her own parents.
  • Parenting with Relies – A mixed bagUrsula Ciller shares some of her viewpoints on the pros and cons of parenting with relatives and extended family.
  • Tante and Uncles — How a great adult sibling relationship begets a great relationship with aunt and uncles from Jennifer at True Confessions of a Real Mommy.
  • Tips for Traveling With Twins — Megan at the Boho Mama shares some tips for traveling with infant twins (or two or more babies!).
  • Parenting passed through the generations — Shannon at Pineapples & Artichokes talks about the incredible parenting resource that is her found family, and how she hopes to continue the trend.
  • My Family and My Kids — Jorje of Momma Jorje ponders whether she distrusts her family or if she is simply a control freak.
  • Parenting with a Hero — Rachel at Lautaret Bohemiet reminisces about the relationship she shared with her younger brother, and how he now shares that closeness in a relationship with her son.
  • Text/ended Family — Kenna of A Million Tiny Things wishes her family was around for the Easter egg hunt… until she remembers what it’s actually like having her family around.
  • Two Kinds of Families — Adrienne at Mommying My Way writes about how her extended family is just as valuable to her mommying as her church family.
  • My ‘high-needs’ child and ‘strangers’ — With a ‘high-needs’ daughter, aNonyMous at Radical Ramblings has had to manage without the help of family or friends, adapting to her daughter’s extreme shyness and allowing her to socialise on her own terms.
  • Our Summer Tribe — Justine at The Lone Home Ranger shares a love of her family’s summer reunion, her secret to getting the wisdom of the “village” even as she lives 1,000 miles away.
  • My Life Boat {Well, One of Them} — What good is a life boat if you don’t get it? Grandparents are a life boat MomeeeZen loves!
  • Dear Children — In an open letter to her children, Laura at Pug in the Kitchen promises to support them as needed in her early days of parenting.
  • Yearning for Tribal Times — Ever had one of those days where everything seems to keep going wrong? Amy at Anktangle recounts one such day and how it inspired her to think about what life must’ve been like when we lived together in large family units.
  • I don’t have a village — Jessica Claire at Crunchy-Chewy Mama wishes she had family nearby but appreciates their support and respect.
  • Trouble With MILs– Ourselves? — Jaye Anne at Wide Awake Half Asleep explains how her arguments with her mother-in-law may have something to do with herself.
  • A Family Apart — Melissa at Vibrant Wanderings writes about the challenges, and the benefits, of building a family apart from relatives.
  • First Do No Harm — Zoie at TouchstoneZ asks: How do you write about making different parenting choices than your own family experience without criticizing your parents?
  • Military Family SeparationAmy Willa shares her feelings about being separated from extended family during her military family journey.
  • Forging A Village In The Absence Of One — Luschka from Diary of a First Child writes about the importance of creating a support network, a village, when family isn’t an option.
  • Respecting My Sister’s Parenting Decisions — Dionna at Code Name: Mama‘s sister is guest posting on the many roles she has as an aunt. The most important? She is the named guardian, and she takes that role seriously.
  • Multi-Generational Living: An Exercise in Love, Patience, and Co-Parenting — Boomerang Mama at The Other Baby Book shares her experience of moving back in with Mom and Dad for 7 months, and the unexpected connection that followed.
  • A Heartfelt Letter to Family: Yes, We’re Weird, but Please Respect Us Anyway — Sheila of A Living Family sincerely expresses ways she would appreciate her extended family’s support for her and her children, despite their “weird” parenting choices.
  • The nuclear family is insane! — Terri at Child of the Nature Isle is grateful for family support, wishes her Mum lived closer, and feels an intentional community would be the ideal way to raise her children.

Book Review: The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

(Yes, I’m a fast reader! In the last week I’ve finished Beautiful Disaster, On the Island [a few times] and now The Fault in Our Stars. I’m also reading a Sophie Kinsella book, just to relax. They’re like cheap wine-boxes of literature.)

Clearly I’m one of the few who didn’t love The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I’m basing this off the overwhelmingly positive reviews on Amazon. The problem is, I can’t put my finger on why I didn’t love it — and because I didn’t love it I don’t feel the urge to re-read it. Also, the subject matter is teenagers with terminal cancer, so it’s not even something I want to revisit.

Credit: Amazon.com

Which is not to say I avoid books about children with terminal cancer, or other such depressing topics. I loved Room  by Emma Donoghue which is essentially about a little boy who, along with his mother, lives as a prisoner (and, of course, his mom is a sex prisoner). Also, I really enjoyed Every Last One by Anna Quindlin, which is a slice-of-life story about a family — until the husband and two children are killed by a childhood friend. Cheery! And yet, I found it compelling and well-written.

What I did love about The Fault in Our Stars: I don’t think any other contemporary writer writes like John Green. His writing is so nuanced — and it’s actually so nuanced that I can’t give a specific example of his nuanced-ness except to say that he is very nuanced. Maybe it’s the conversation about the cancer-support group that the leader claims is LITERALLY in the heart of Jesus, and the main characters’ discussion of whether they are LITERALLY (or not) in the heart of Jesus.

He also totally gets teenage thoughts and dialogue. The obnoxious, self-centered — while still being unsure and full of doubt — ruminations and retorts are perfect. Oh, sometimes I miss being a teenager, just for what you can think and say without getting in too much trouble because everyone just chalks it up to being a teenager! (And do not look forward to my children getting older for that very reason. Animal already rolls his eyes at me.)

So, it’s about young people with cancer. Hazel, the protagonist, has terminal cancer that could kill her very quickly, anytime. Augustus Waters, her love interest, has bone cancer that took a leg. There’s also Augustus’ best friend, Isaac who has cancer that takes his vision. And the support-group leader who had ball-cancer (as Hazel refers to it). Other characters include Hazel’s parents and Augustus’ parents, and a very very strange reclusive writer.

I don’t know if this because I’m a mother and/or I’m old, but I related more to Hazel’s mother than any other character. I could literally feel her pain; her only child was dying of cancer. Her father was a fairly one-dimensional crier; Augustus’ parents were rather one-dimensional pithy sentimentalists as well. However, given the sort of hipster trendy vibe I always get when I read John Green stuff, their multi-dimensionalism could have been in the fact that they were one-dimensional. His writing is very meta. (Which is not a concept I can explain except to show some examples. It’s just… meta.)

My biggest issue with this book was Hazel and Augustus’ relationship. Which, as it’s the entire plot of the book, is kind of a problem. I just don’t feel it. Yes, they both have cancer. Yes, he had an ex-girlfriend with cancer. Yes, he’s a little too quirky for most girls (probably). For the record: Hazel is awesome. I want to meet her — and obviously since I’m practically old enough to be her (very young) mom, we would not be friends, but she’s just so awesome. Despite her incredible (also) quirkiness, she really comes across the page in such a way that I felt like I was intruding on really personal moments in her life.

Maybe because Hazel was such an amazing character, everything and everyone else seems a little less sharply defined. I think a book about Hazel without any reference to Augustus would have been excellent.

Three stars out of five.

What I Would Tell New Moms

1. It doesn’t matter how you gave birth — you have a baby now.

That may sound surprising for someone who has had two homebirths and advocates strongly for midwifery care, but once the baby is out, it’s kind of a moot point. However, for your sake I hope you didn’t have to have cesarean surgery, or if you did, I hope that the recovery is easy and it doesn’t interrupt your nursing relationship.

2. You need more clothes and diapers than you think — but less of the other stuff.

Things I found essential include a My Breast Friend, a Miracle Blanket, a Moby wrap carrier and nipple shells to protect your nipples from anything touching them… and that’s about it. I had two My Breast Friends, one for upstairs and one for downstairs. Newborn babies poop and spit up a lot, though, and I’ve always been shocked at how much laundry I do each day. So get some extra clothes.

3. Nursing can be very challenging — but gets better after a while.

I’ve been lucky enough to have two really good experiences with nursing, but my first three kids were barely breastfed at all. I regret that tremendously. I wish I’d been armed with more knowledge than I have breasts and they have mouths. There’s a lot more to it than that! I wish I’d been more supported by family members, and I’d been more confident — or even insistent — in my decision to breastfeed. Because at 3:00AM when your baby is crying and has been nursing for the last seven hours in a row, it’s easy to think that making a bottle will be okay just this once. And there’s so much SUPPORT for bottle feeding. Dad can help! Mom can rest! Grandma can feed the baby! Mom can get away from the house without baby! Bottle feeding is awesome!

4. Take All the Time That You Need — don’t worry about bouncing back.

Having a baby is a big deal. It takes more than two weeks — or even two months — to get used to it. People seem to expect that a new mom should just bounce back in every way: physically, emotionally, intellectually. But you don’t have to think that way. Having a baby changes your entire life, and puts you in charge of someone else’s life. It’s a big deal. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad if you take months to get used to your new life.

5. Ignore the Advice — Even the well-meaning advice.

Just focus on meeting your baby’s needs. Everyone — including me! — has suggestions on how to make your life easier, better, less stressful and things that worked perfectly for our children (or didn’t work at all, so you should avoid it). Try to tap into your mom intuition. Remember that crying is the only way a baby can communicate with you, and baby truly doesn’t want you to be a sleep deprived, bloody-nippled zombie.

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Car Seat Envy

My neighbor, Opposite of Me — and I mean that in the NICEST way possible — needed a new car seat for her baby, who is just a little older than Porcelain. As a Child Passenger Safety Tech, I was more than happy to help her buy a new seat. In fact, rather than go to the Babies R Us near our house, I dragged her all the way to Durham so we could go to Buy Buy Baby (which, in my experience, has a great selection of seats).

I became a Child Passenger Safety Technician in 2009, and I’m currently certified through 2013. To certify, I attended a 40-hour class taught by CPST Instructors — mostly about seatbelts — and passed a few exams (book and installation) as well as checked seats with an instructor. Since getting my certification, I’ve taught classes at a local hospital in Charlotte on car seat safety and also attended safety checks.

Here’s why I’m a CPST: There’s very little you can actually control in life, but you CAN control the kind of seat your child is in if you get into a crash. And I don’t want to wish my child had had side-impact technology because we were t-boned. Also, I love car seats. I love car seats probably in the same way that some men love cars, which is to say that I am interested in all the specs that most people find tedious and annoying.

Look! It's a naked Britax Frontier85 SICT!

Unfortunately, for as much as I’m into seats, I don’t have very many “cool” ones. I’m severely restricted by the amount of children I have versus the amount of space in my minivan. I have to fit three-across in a bench row, which means I must use the narrowest seats possible. That limits my choices to SK Radians (now known as Diono), narrow booster seats (old-school Britax Parkway/Not-SG) and one Combi Coccoro which I love because it’s so light. I really don’t get excited about new seats anymore, because I know that unless it’s super-narrow, I can’t use it.

Naked SK Radian XTSL. Note how NARROW it is at the base!

However, it was fun to live vicariously through Opposite of Me and get a convertible seat for her baby. After trying several seats, she decided on the First Years True Fit Recline. Immediately we went to her house and read the manual (together) and installed it (also together). Because that’s the crux of child passenger safety — being able to install a seat properly and use it properly EVERY TIME, especially when your next-door-neighbor CPST isn’t around. As a tech, I’d rather a parent have a less-fancy car seat and use it right every single time than have a more expensive seat with lots of bells and whistles, but use it incorrectly. (According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, 75% of all seats are installed incorrectly.)

These seats have a lot of safety features; does this look safe?

Here are a few more stats to chew on, courtesy of Car Seat Site (all stats attributed on original site):

  • Children riding in the front seat are 40% more likely to be injured in a crash than those riding in the back seat.  Safe Ride News May/June 2005 Vol. XXIII, No. 3
  • “Nearly a third of children ride in the wrong restraints for their age and size. Recent data from the Crash Injury Research & Engineering Network indicate that inappropriately restrained children are nearly three and a half times more likely to be seriously injured than their appropriately restrained counterparts.” National SAFE KIDS Campaign
  • Children ages 2-5 restrained by a seat belt only are 4 times more likely to suffer a head injury compared to those in a child restraint. CHOP Research Institute CPS Issue Report
  • Car seats reduce the risk of death by 71% for infants and by 54% for children ages 1-4, and reduce the need for hospitalization by 69% for children ages 4 and under. National SAFE KIDS Campaign and NHTSA Child Passenger Safety Technician Program Participant Manual pg. C-4

In which I learn to trust the process, and wear comfortable pants.

Ohhhhhh mahhhhhhhhhhhh gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, I don’t think I could have been wearing less comfortable jeans unless I’d been sweating and they were made of leather. Seriously. It was a pair of jeans that my mom bought me during a super-fast shopping trip while I was in Michigan a few weeks ago — it was literally hours before the wedding started. I found a really cute pair of jean capris and she went find a second pair just like it, and she couldn’t find the exact same ones, so she grabbed a “similar” pair, “similar” in this case meaning “looking somewhat like it except not meant to be worn in any situation where one might have to attempt sleeping in these pants.” To give you some idea, dear readers, of the extend of my discomfort, let me say this: there is a belt buckle sewn into the BACK of these jeans. Ugh.

In my defense, I was under the impression that this birth would move quickly. Also, in addition to torturing myself from the waist down, I hadn’t washed my hair that day. I think at one point the laboring mom actually looked at me and shuddered at my overall grossness.

After returning home, I immediately got on oldnavy.com and bought two pairs of cotton yoga pants, 2 cotton tshirts, and 2 long-sleeved shirts (I’m skinny now, so I get cold, yo). I’m going to make two birth bags and put one in my car and one in my house, and include the clothes, dental floss, travel toothbrush and toothpaste, travel deodorant, hair ties, and maybe some of those face cleaner wipes. Because I really never want to feel as gross during a birth as I have recently.

What I have learned recently: to trust the process.


There is such a huge difference for the mom and the experience when the provider trusts the process versus a provider who does not believe in what she’s doing. I can see that a lot of it is experience — it takes a lot of birth experiences to believe in birth. Sometimes things go wrong — without any warning — and often it doesn’t go the way it “should,” as prescribed by physicians in the 1950s. Here is Friedman’s Curve of expected dilation.


The Friedman Curve — which is adopted by hospitals and written in the blood of obstetricians — is kind of a hot mess. Here’s a quote from BirthSource about dilation


Current definitions of labor protraction and arrest may be too stringent, Dr. Jun Zhang of the National Institute of Child Health and Human Development, in Bethesda, Maryland said at the 2002 annual meeting of the Society for Maternal-Fetal Medicine. “And the long-accepted Friedman curve may not be an accurate description of normal labor progression, according to a new analysis of data from 1,329 nulliparous women aged 18-34 undergoing singleton, vertex presentation deliveries following spontaneous labor,” said Dr. Zhang.

Based on the speed of overall labor progression and current cervical dilation, Dr. Zhang and his colleagues calculated the expected traverse time for the cervix to reach the next centimeter and the expected rate of cervical dilation at each phase of labor. “Our curve is very different,” Dr. Zhang said, pointing out that on his curve the average was 5.5 hours for progression from 4 cm to 10 cm, compared with 2.5 hours on the Friedman curve.

“We also didn’t see a deceleration phase,” he said, noting that in 1978 Friedman modified his curve, but the distinctive sharp upturn remained, as did the deceleration phase. “Our data suggest that most women enter active labor at different times, mostly between 3 cm and 5 cm dilation, and even in the active phase the speed of progression varies from person to person,” he further explained. The median time for cervical dilation to progress from 4 cm to 5 cm in the present study is 1.7 hours. And for fetal descent, it could take 3 hours to progress from station +1 to +2, and an additional half hour from station +2 to delivery, he added. “Therefore, the definition of protracted descent or arrested descent appears to be too stringent in current practice,” according to Dr. Zhang.

Generally, when there is a plateau (stopping of progress) of two hours in Friedman’s curve while in a non-medicated active labor, or of three hours in active labor with an epidural, then “failure to progress” is the diagnosis and C-section is indicated. Of course, evaluation of the “4 Ps” — Power, Psyche, Passenger, and Passageway (basically this means the force of labor, mental preparedness of the mother, the size and position of the baby, and the size of the birth canal) must be made to see if there is a correctable measure.

A long plateau is when a typical hospital provider generally starts to freak out (about malpractice, perhaps?) and push for interventions like breaking water, giving pitocin, and suggesting that the mom have an epidural so she can rest since she’s obviously exhausted — whether or not the client says she’s tired. I’ve had a lot of overnight labors. I’ve only ever attended one where the woman has said she’s exhausted. (And it was a woman who had not followed my suggestion that if her labor began while she was sleeping and she wasn’t have contractions yet, she should try to go back to sleep, or at least rest. That might have made a difference.)

In a different setting, with a different provider, nobody freaks out when the labor doesn’t progress as it “should.” In fact, there are no “shoulds.” As long as everyone is healthy — baby’s heart rate is fine; mom is eating and drinking and peeing and resting when she can — the labor simply continues. The provider might consider some alternatives that would gently move the labor along — changing positions frequently, homeopathic remedies, eating and drinking, resting, discussing any psychological issues the mom may have surrounding the labor and birth and impending motherhood — but she doesn’t force.

Trusting the process is somewhat different from sitting on my hands, which I wrote about last month. Sitting on my hands was at a birth where everything was progressing as it “should,” but I felt like something needed to be done. See, I’m inexperienced! Trusting the process is about stepping back and looking at the facts and making decisions based on this individual situation, while taking into account the midwife’s experiences.

A quick note about midwives who work in hospitals, also known as Certified Nurse Midwives. I believe that many of them trust the process, but the physician who is supervising them does not, and they are at his or her mercy. At a hospital birth recently, a machine kept malfunctioning and recording incorrect information; the baby was fine but it said that the baby was in distress. The CNM would come in and say that they had to get it fixed because if the attending physician saw the records, he would “go through the roof.” Did she trust the process? Well, yeah, she knew the baby was fine. But she was under the direction of the physician who clearly did NOT trust it — or maybe because he was supervising multiple labors simultaneously (witho
ut ever seeing anyone face-to-face) so he was unwilling to look at the individual labor.

In which I extol the virtues of the Cochrane Database and evidence-based practice

Of all the websites I use for wasting time, The Cochrane Collaboration is probably the one I should make my homepage. Rather than learning how to make a hula hoop out of pvc-piping and a vice grip, the Cochrane Database has systematic non-biased reviews of health care studies.

About The Cochrane Reviews:

“Based on the best available information about healthcare interventions, Cochrane reviews explore the evidence for and against the effectiveness and appropriateness of treatments (medications, surgery, education, etc) in specific circumstances. Designed to facilitate the choices that doctors, patients, policy makers and others face in health care, the complete reviews are published in The Cochrane Library four times a year. Each issue contains all existing reviews, plus an increasing range of new and updated reviews.”

Some things I learned tonight from about 15 minutes spent on the Pregnancy and Childbirth Topics page:

  • They spell cesarean, “Caesarean” — so if that’s what you’re looking for, there’s how to spell it. Otherwise you might not get any hits.
  • In Amniotomy for Shortening Spontaneous Labour, the results were “The evidence showed no shortening of the length of first stage of labour and a possible increase in caesarean section. Routine amniotomy is not recommended for normally progressing labours or in labours which have become prolonged.”
  • In Antibiotics for mastitis in breastfeeding women, “The review included two studies and approximately 125 women. One study compared two different antibiotics, and there were no differences between the two antibiotics for symptom relief. A second study comparing no treatment, breast emptying, and antibiotic therapy, with breast emptying suggested more rapid symptom relief with antibiotics. There is very little evidence on the effectiveness of antibiotic therapy, and more research is needed.”
  • In Vaginal chlorhexidine during labour to prevent early-onset neonatal group B streptococcal infection, “The review of five trials (including approximately 2190 term and preterm infants) showed that although chlorhexidine reduced the number of bacteria that passed to the babies, the studies were not large enough to say whether it reduced GBS infections or not.”

I found the GBS study the most interesting, because you would assume that if the number of bacteria passed to the baby is reduced, the GBS infections would be reduced also, and it’s not (as far as the review shows. Probably more research is needed. Isn’t it always?)

I love being a doula, and helping women give birth, but sometimes being at a hospital can be so disheartening. Hospital protocol often has nothing to do with research. Withholding food and drink in labor to prevent aspiration “just in case” moms need an emergency c-section under general anesthesia is ridiculous — in a study that included 78,000 laboring women who ate and drank, there was not one case of aspiration (source: The Thinking Woman’s Guide to a Better Birth). Continuous fetal monitoring for low-risk pregnant women doesn’t improve outcomes any more than intermittent monitoring, and may in fact raise rates of c-sections due to the high false-positive rate (same source). And yet, I see the former at every birth, and the latter pretty frequently. Women who are essentially told to run a marathon are told in the same breath to go the distance without food or water. An IV is not meal replacement — in fact, they often overload the mom with too much fluid, causing her kidneys to work overtime — and they are invasive and painful.

Glad the next two births I’m scheduled to attend are not at hospitals.

In which I did something that I honestly didn't remember that midwives do back when I signed up for this!

Guess what I did?

Leigh and I had briefly discussed that I would begin giving injections (using B12 as practice) but I haven’t started that yet. Meanwhile, we were with an extremely easygoing client who needed an injection, and she graciously allowed me to shoot her up. Thanks!

Add this to the list of things that I had totally forgotten that midwives do on occasion. People think midwifery is about catching babies but that’s just a small part of it. Most of it is about care during pregnancy and postpartum; childbirth is just one day. Although it all seems to come down to that one day!

I’m working on a routine for our days at home so that I can keep my house on the right side of CPS’s version of clean, get some school work done (mine), get some school work done (kids), and allow all of us a chance to waste time on the computer enjoy free time. So far it’s wake up, brush teeth and get dressed, clean up rooms a little, have breakfast, free time for kids (while I do some school), school time for kids, lunch, quiet time/nap, more learning, clean downstairs, plaaaaaaaaaaaaaay etc dinner husband home. I hope it will work out — I absolutely need some time during the day for school work; I can’t do it all at night. Some nights I have interviews with potential clients, or prenatal visits or postpartum visits.

In which I attend a whole bunch of births

with evidence!

(Yes, I hold every baby in my left arm, and only wear solid-color shirts.)

Here’s what I’ve learned lately: I can’t predict anything. I can’t assume anything. Even when the evidence is there after hours of labor and I’m thinking that I know — I know! — in which direction the labor is heading, I usually don’t.

I have learned to turn off that aspect of my brain during labor and just focus on the task at hand, like holding an emesis basin while a mom throws up into it. Otherwise I start thinking, “Wow this really isn’t going well, I hope she doesn’t end up with a C—” (and baby is born vaginally 20 minutes later.) “Wow, this is going fantastic, this baby is going to be here in an hour–” (and 17 hours later, the baby is born.)

It seems antithetical to the idea of holistic midwifery to put my ideas and my experiences on someone else. Every birth is different. I learn something new at each birth. And what I’ve learned over the last few years is that I just can’t predict anything. Women surprise me. Labors surprise me.

I’ve progressed a little in my school, I’m now in “Orientation” and have requested my curriculum. My mentor just graduated and took the NARM exam. Recently I talked to another student who told me that I’m making my assignments more difficult than I need to; I’m over-thinking them. Really? Me? The woman who can’t order food without having an internal dialogue (complete with debate of the pros and cons) between a grass-fed hamburger that is cooked medium versus medium-well?

I guess it’s really not that surprising.

Another example of how I have to be like Nike:

and Just Do It.

In which I write about the first birth-related book I read

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The first book about pregnancy I read was “The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy.” As much as I want to denigrate the content of the book, especially from the perspective of a student midwife, I enjoyed it at the time. I recall fondly laughing out loud at some of Vicki Iovine’s descriptions of various complaints of pregnancy, because I could relate!

My first pregnancy was unplanned and unexpected, and initially I did not have the support of my family or my then-boyfriend, so laughter and lightness were hard to come by. Looking back, I cannot completely ignore that positive effect of reading it. I do remember specifically that she’d had two c-sections and two vaginal births, and she rated them about equally. At the time, I thought, “How is that possible? One is surgery!”



The first book about birth that I read was “The Thinking Woman’s Guide to a Better Birth,” by Henci Goer. I read it later in the same pregnancy – which turned out to be twins – while on bedrest for Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome. I was given the book by my doula, Gretchen Humphries, who is a VBACtivist and writer on VBAC-related topics, after she had twins by c-section and two HBACs. I had never read a birth-related book before. It was incredibly eye-opening.

Prior to reading it, I didn’t realize that I had a choice in anything relating to my pregnancy and birth. I just thought the doctor I was seeing – an obstetrician in a high-risk clinic; a maternal-fetal medicine specialist and a twins expert – had my best interest in mind. (In retrospect, I’m not saying he didn’t. But I assumed it because he was my doctor, not because of how he treated me.)



After reading The Thinking Woman’s Guide, I realized that I had to be my own advocate. I specifically remember asking about telemetry monitors, and my doctor gave me a funny look, which I later interpreted – after becoming a doula and seeing that same look exchanged between my clients and their providers – as his realization that I’d become one of “those” types of patients. The annoying type; the type who asks a lot of questions and want a lot of answers, and want to understand the research behind the protocols.



As my pregnancy with my twins progressed, I had a lot of NSTs and BPPs. Baby A, the donor twin, was smaller and seemed growth-restricted. One doctor in the clinic I attended recommended a c-section at 33 weeks, but I refused. I ended up consenting to an induction at 34 weeks due to possible IUGR in baby A. I had cervidil, and did not need pitocin; I had a vaginal birth eight hours after my induction, with a feet-first baby B who was 2lbs bigger than baby A.

I really credit reading “The Thinking Woman’s Guide” to helping empower me. In turn, I wanted to help empower others. Birth is so different when a woman can say, “I chose this,” versus “The doctor did this…” At first I thought that every woman wanted to be empowered during her pregnancy and birth. Later I realized that many don’t. However, those who do need the support of other empowered women, especially those who have had an empowered birth.

In which my ideals conflict with reality

I have this thing. I’ll call it a thing. It’s like my achilles heel. It’s a thing I see at births that drives me a little crazy, that I vow I will absolutely never do.

I know how silly that sounds. It actually sounds like I’m a total birth newbie — if I weren’t, I’d realize that nothing about birth is absolute, and it’s stupid to take such a hard line, especially when I haven’t seen that many births. Birth is not black and white, and midwives — midwives! — value autonomy and individual decision-making over generalizations like “I NEVER do XYZ to clients,” or “I ALWAYS do ABC to clients.”

In fact, when I was pregnant with my last child, and looking for a homebirth midwife, I interviewed someone over the phone who had a blanket policy for all clients — when labor started, the client had to take an enema. This midwife insisted on it, in all circumstances. Immediately a giant red flag went up, and I did not hire that midwife.

So why do I feel so strongly about my thing?

In my idealized version of reality, I’m a midwife who sits on my hands and simply watches a woman birth her baby with no assistance from me. (See my post about knitting during births.) In my idealized version of reality, I’m Ina May Gaskin, with silver Princess Leia hair and no make-up and long patchwork denim skirts.

In reality, sitting on my hands is uncomfortable for me, and I can only assume I will continue feeling that way. I don’t want to do every intervention, but I definitely have a hard time just watching and waiting.

I think my strong feelings come from my own experiences, and that of a close lovely friend who has had 5 babies. The truth is, I have always messed with my body during labor in some way. I’ve taken castor oil, an enema, I’ve had my membranes stripped, I’ve done the breast pump, I’ve had sex solely for the purpose of getting the baby out, I’ve taken black and blue cohosh. I’ve tried it all, everything you can do at home that toes the line of “natural” induction methods. And I regret it.

And so, as I become a midwife, I guess I want to save my clients — from MY bad experiences.

But, the rub is, maybe those same things aren’t bad experiences for others; maybe they will do them and not regret them; maybe they will do them and feel grateful. I always have to remember that these are not my births. I have to remind myself, my births are over, done. And I can’t undo them, or redo them, no matter how many births I attend. Honestly I don’t want to, not consciously. (All that pain… throwing up… no thanks.)

So, among all the things I’m learning — Braxton hicks contractions start at six WEEKS! Engagement is the point when the widest diameter of the presenting part has passed through the inlet of the true pelvis! PROM occurs in 10% of all pregnancies, PPROM occurs in 2% of pregnancies! — I’m learning about myself also, and how I can be the most effective midwife for my clients. For them. Not for me.

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