Posts Tagged ‘homebirth’

Friday Family Spotlight: Meet Anna’s Family

Friday, October 5th, 2012

Anna is a homebirthing, breastfeeding, homeschooling, cloth diapering, babywearing mama of FIVE. Oh yeah and she’s a knitter and a runner too! I have a feeling if I had the chance to meet Anna in person, her and I would be fast friends. 🙂 I am happy to have her family as our featured family this Friday.

What is your favorite Mom’s Milk Boutique Product?

My favorite Mom’s Milk Boutique product is the Bravado tank.  It’s especially nice in the winter when I want an extra layer.

What do you and your family like to do for recreation?

For fun, we like to play at the park, go for walks, eat ice cream, and watch football.

What is your favorite baby carrier and why?

My favorite carrier would be my Maya Wrap.  It’s the carrier that I have used the most since the newborn days. It’s easy to discreetly nurse a baby or toddler in.  My 2nd favorite would be my Ergo.

Describe your cloth diaper stash:

My cloth diaper stash consists of 3 dozen prefolds, 6 Thirsties snap duo covers, and several dozen homemade wipes.

What are some of your favorite “me” time indulgences?My favorite “me” time indulgences would be knitting, running, reading, chocolate, and yummy coffees.  Now finding the time for those things is another story.

What’s your number one secret for stretching a dollar?

My number one secret for stretching a dollar would be to cook from scratch.  Cooking from scratch is not only cheaper, but yummier and healthier too.

Share one special family tradition:

At birthdays, we always go around the table and each person has to say one thing that they like about the birthday boy or girl.

What is one of your favorite quotes?

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind. –Dr. Seuss

Thanks Anna for sharing your lovely family with us! Your $10 gift certificate to Mom’s Milk Boutique will arrive soon!

Would you like to have your family featured in a Friday Family Spotlight AND win a FREE $10 gift certificate to Mom’s Milk Boutique for your participation? If so email with the subject line “Friday Family Spotlight Inquiry” and share something interesting about your family in your email message.

Have a beautiful weekend all!


Fan Photo Friday: Welcoming Baby!

Thursday, August 2nd, 2012

Okay if you don’t already have baby fever, I think you might after this Fan Photo Friday! First a BIG congrats to Mom’s Milk Boutique co-owner Bonnie who gave birth to her son, Montgomery, on July 31. Welcome to the world little one! 🙂

How sweet is this baby girl? Does she not melt your heart with those big eyes, squishy lips, and full head of hair?! I love how alert she is only moments after her mama Brigitta gave birth to her! Sierra was born in the water at a birth center.

This is the very first family photo taken with baby Nora born on Aug. 18, 2011 after 10 hours of labor weighing 7 lbs. 9 oz. and 21 inches long. While you can barely see baby, daddy and mommy’s reaction are both priceless! They capture the intensity of emotion experienced in that moment…

Here’s Mama Melanie holding her first son Vincent. After 20.5 hours of labor he was born on June 6th, 2012 at 5:28pm weighing 6lbs 5oz and 19 inches long. Congrats Melanie…he’s gorgeous!

This is Xander right after he was born six weeks early on March 24, 2012 weighing 4 lbs 5 ozs. The second picture is of the first time his mama Amanda got to hold him, 2 days after he was born. Amanda’s hand in the picture gives you some perspective on Xander’s size.

Another waterbirth! Meet Mama Heather and Baby Gianna born on June 28, 2012.

This baby boy is blessed to have SIX older sisters to love and care for him! His family wanted a homebirth so the sisters could be involved in the birth.

Here’s what Mama Bethany shared about this photo: “This is the very first time I was able to hold my son, it was over 24 hours after he was born. From this very first kangaroo care until 72 days later when he finally came home I would spend majority of my days in the NICU doing kangaroo care with him.  He was born at 26 weeks gestation weighing 2lbs 8 oz, and 14 1/4 inches long. He is now a healthy 6 month (3 months adjusted age) old weighing 13lbs!”.  Thank you for sharing your birth story with us and this amazing photo.

This beautiful mama is Brandy holding her sweet 8lb, 8oz baby for the first time.

Meet Mama Kiersten welcoming her third baby, Annabelle into the world. Annabelle was born into the water after 5 hours of labor weighing 7 lbs 3 oz and 19 inches long. I love the look of complete happiness on Kiersten’s face!

This adorable, squishy face is Mary’s daughter Clara Rose minutes after she was born. And then again with her older siblings when she was only a few hours old. That little cheek snuggle from big brother is just too cute!

This wee nursling is Isaiah born on May 24, 2012 to Mama Jennifer. He is her SIXTH blessing! Would you look at those adorable curls? Don’t you just want to kiss the top of his little head and inhale that new baby scent?!?

Mama Meleah shared this incredible birth story with us, “This is Maddox Rocky. He is my first. I worked very hard to get him here safe. At a non stress test (because I had high blood pressure) they found that he was having drops in his heart rate due to the cord being wrapped around his neck. I was admitted to the hospital to monitor him and try to keep him in as long as we could. 4 weeks, 24 hours of labor and a c-section later out little guy was born at 36 weeks. 5lbs 15 oz 18 1/2 in long. This was the first time I got to see my baby boy.”

Here’s Mama April holding 9 pound Hudson for the first time ever on May 26, 2010. April says, “Hard to believe I now have a 2 year old, but luckily he still allows for snuggle time!”. Thank goodness for snuggly toddlers! 🙂

Check out the “after birth glow” on Mama Jennifer’s face while she bonds with her son Kase.

I love, love, LOVE the following photo! Any guesses why? Because baby Lukas is covered in vernix! There are several benefits to delaying washing vernix off baby’s skin, although it’s rare to see a photo of a vernix covered baby snuggling with his mama. Way to go mama Erin!

This is one of my favorite pictures of my second son’s birth…my birth “high” is pretty apparent in it. 🙂

This last photo really touched my heart. It was sent in by Andrea although it’s not a picture of her or her baby. Rather it’s of a friend of hers…”This is (my friend) Gabbie with her new baby.  I understand the instructions are to submit a picture of me with my baby but my friend is so much more deserving of the 25 milk miles and winning this contest. This last Sunday, July 29, 2012, she gave birth to twins; a boy named Aidan and a girl named Emily Rose.  The little girl has a heart condition and was immediately taken away to the local Children’s Hospital and has already underwent her first heart surgery this last Monday.  She has several more surgeries to go.

Gabbie is experiencing a mixture of emotions as she is so happy to have her babies, after years of trying for them, and she loves them both so much.  But she is devastated right now by her daughter’s condition and fears for Emily’s life.  She didn’t even get to hold Emily before they took her away for her first surgery and Gabbie still hasn’t been able to see her since as Gabbie is still in the hospital herself, recovering from the c-section.  I’m praying for the entire family and for Emily’s swift recovery with Gabbie and her husband, Brian, soon by Emily’s side so any additional prayers from anyone else would be much appreciated.

Gabbie is pumping right now as she wants to be able to breastfeed the twins but she is also planning on cloth diapering them!  I know Gabbie would love the 25 milk miles to go towards building her new diaper stash for her brand new baby twins!  Also, I’m hoping, that if she wins, others will be able to see hers and Emily’s photo, know their story and send prayers her way.”

Andrea, thank YOU for sharing this photo and story with us. We will certainly keep Gabbie’s family in our thoughts. And I think we all agree that Gabbie is this week’s winner!
Thank you everyone for sharing your birth photos and stories with us. I am feeling incredibly blessed to be a part of this wonderful community here….big hugs to you all! <3

Our Attempted Homebirth: Part 2

Thursday, January 12th, 2012

continued from Part 1

Goodbye Homebirth

It was my decision. It was not a state of emergency. The midwife believed in trusting my instinct. If I felt the need to go to the hospital, then we should go. But was it instinct? Was it the delusional state of mind I was in from lack of sleep, a long labor, and feeling emotionally beaten? I needed to hear you CAN do this. You are STRONG. Why did I forget my birth affirmations in that moment?

Buzz hurriedly grabbed the few things he could think of that we might need/want at the hospital. We had not even fathomed going to the hospital; having a hospital bag packed was not part of our birth plan. We got in the car and drove away from our home. With our house shrinking in the distance, so did my confidence.

Goodbye homebirth. Hello hospital.

The Hospital: 36 hours into labor
Upon arriving at the hospital paperwork was thrust upon me. I did my best to complete it while crawling around the lobby floor trying to manage the pain. A wheelchair arrived to take me to the delivery room. “I want to walk…walking helps” Sorry m’am. Hospital rules, you gotta sit. So I sat. Thus begins the loss of control.

The delivery room nurses required me lay down in the bed on my back to they could administer an IV, pitocin, blood pressure monitor, antibiotics for the GBS, and a fetal monitoring device. I was bombarded with questions like an interrogation. However, I was in a poor state of mind to respond to most of these questions. I had lost all sense of time. My memory of the last few days was dulled by the more immediate need to give birth.

Chained to the bed I was stripped of all pain management techniques that had been working for me at home. I couldn’t sway back and forth, I couldn’t rock on my hands and knees, I couldn’t have Buzz poor hot water over my back. In effort to gain some way to alleviate the pain, I kept lying to the nurse that I had to use the bathroom just so I could get up and move. I would hide in the bathroom as long as I could; squatting, moaning, and rocking. This trick did not last long because the head nurse came in and told me I needed to stay in the bed so they could continuously monitor the baby. At that point, I did not know what to do. I just laid there thrashing back and forth in the bed while choking back tears. I felt delusional. HELP ME PLEASE I wanted to scream. But I just laid there: scared, confused, and alone. Funny thing, I wasn’t alone. There were various people in and out of the room, asking me questions, hooking me up to things, manipulating my body. So why did I feel so alone? Buzz, who had been my support while laboring at home, was not with me. Yes he was physically with me, but not emotionally, not spiritually like he had been at home. Our rhythm, our connectedness, our confidence had been destroyed. He was just as terrified as me and looked upon me with helplessness in his eyes. He did not know his role in this strange environment and no one helped him define it. So he was pushed away to the side as a mere observer.

Dysfunctional Labor I heard them say. Dysfunctional Labor they wrote in my medical chart. What does that mean? Why won’t they stop saying that? With every new person that walked into the room they repeated it…Dysfunctional Labor. It echoed in my mind, my heart, and my soul…my body is dysfunctional.

At that point, my spirit was broken. I gave up all hope of the peaceful, natural birth I had desired. I agreed to the epidural. I cried as the words came out of my mouth. I felt like I was saying “I am failure…I am weak…I am powerless”. I felt defeated. I had labored over 40 hours without using medication for pain. I was dilated to 9 centimeters and had been for a couple hours by the time I got the epidural. Just one more little centimeter to go…and I couldn’t do it. Some call it dysfunctional labor.

Push 10, 9, 8, ….Breathe…Repeat
This went on for a total five and a half hours. Pushing and pushing with all my might. With every ounce of my being I pushed. I wanted nothing more than to see our baby, hear our baby cry, hold our baby, and nurse our baby. So I pushed and pushed. At first everyone kept saying “oh you’re so close” “a few more pushes and you’ll meet your baby”…but then a few hours went by. They stopped saying soon and started wondering “what’s wrong?” I felt like I had been running a marathon and could see the finish line ahead, but every time I got close to it, someone would move it a few steps beyond my reach. It was an endless marathon and I was chasing the finish line. Different doctors came in to assist me. People I had never met before. I looked up and counted 16 people in the room.

One doctor came in with a vacuum extractor. I think he asked me my permission first, but I don’t recall. Had I actually been in a position to make a rationale decision, I would have declined this device. Thankfully the hospital had a 3 pop-off policy. If the extractor pops off three times they must discontinue using it. Two of the pop-offs occurred because the bed was jerked during pushing. I naively thought it was somehow part of the ejection technique; jerk the bed while I pushed and they sucked out the baby. But then the doctor starts shouting Who is moving the bed…stop moving the bed! A nurse replied It’s her, it’s her knees. They had told me to push my knees as far back as I could so I obliged which resulted in accidentally hitting the bed controls with my knees…oops!

I could hear the baby’s heartbeat; a sweet, rhythmic, beautiful, and soothing sound. It was strong. I focused on it to give me strength. It helped me feel connected to our baby. But then the heartbeat started to dip, just a little, but enough to cause concern. They put an oxygen mask over my face. I felt suffocated by it. I could not hear with it on my face. I kept trying to push it away. I didn’t understand why they insisted on putting it on my face. It’s not for you…it’s for the baby my midwife explained. Deep breaths she encouraged…she breathed with me and counted in my ear to help me establish a rhythm. She held the oxygen to my face while I pushed, but took it off between pushes so I could hear the baby’s heartbeat.

Hello Sarah, I am Dr. XXXX. You have been pushing for a long time now. I am willing to keep going for a short while longer and then we need to discuss other options. These were the kind, but firm words of the head obstetrician as he entered the room. I knew what he meant by “other options”. They were mentally preparing me for a surgical birth; a Csection. No one would actually say the word aloud to me, but there it lingered in the air as a possibility. My midwife whispered in my ear this is it Sarah…give it all you got…you can do this. I forgot about the 16 people in the room. I forgot about the last 51.5 hours. I will not have a Cesction…I WILL deliver vaginally. For the next half hour the only voice I heard was Dr. XXXX; it was as if he was narrating my birth. His words and his hands guided my baby on its final journey from my womb into the world.

A final push and the baby emerged. Everyone cheered. They were cheering for us. It was a celebration. They see babies born everyday and yet genuinely cheered at the birth of our son. I needed that. I needed to be surrounded with the sounds of triumph.

I stretched my arms forward to reach for our son. Dr. XXXX tried to pass me our son, but couldn’t. He cord was too short and I could not be reached. Buzz cut the cord and placed our son on my chest for a few seconds. Hi baby. I’m your mommy. You know me. You know my voice. I love you. It’s okay. You are here. We are here. You are okay. He was covered in meconium and the nurses wanted to check him. They took him from me all too quickly. Wait, bring him back…I need to hold him. He needs me to hold him. But I still had a placenta to birth and stitches to receive. Once again feeling powerless I laid there watching nurses handle our baby.

Can we go home now? I asked as Dr. XXXX stitched my episiotomy. This was a genuine question. I wanted nothing more than to spend our babymoon as we intended…in the privacy and comfort of our own home. They laughed at me. You just birthed a baby! they exclaimed. I know, but we planned on being at home I protested. Hospital policy…blah, blah, blah…monitor baby….blah, blah, blah…was their reply. I contemplated checking out Against Medical Advice, but after 52 hours of labor did not have any fight left in me. So we stayed at the hospital for the required 36 hours.

After thoughts: The fourth trimester
At my six week post partum visit to see Dr. XXXX he routinely inquired about birth control. I politely declined stating that we hoped to conceive again soon. He did not know of our struggle with infertility or our desire to have a large family. It dawned on me that he actually knew very little about me beyond what can be found in my medical chart, yet had shared one of the most precious, intimate moments of our lives with us…welcoming our son into this world. His hands were the very first to touch Jeremiah, not daddy’s. Dr. XXXX then asked if we would consider a homebirth for future pregnancies. He asked as Jeremiah laid across my chest while he conducted a routine vaginal exam. Would I consider another homebirth?

A year later I am still trying to answer that question for myself. If we should be so blessed to conceive again, I am convinced that birthing in the hospital will not allow me the birth experience I desire. I fear the spiral of medical interventions that may ensue in a hospital birth. I did not like spending the first hours, days after birth in the hospital. However I do not think I can relive the emotional vulnerability that I experienced in this birth. I could not sustain another attempted homebirth.


PS. This birth story was written during the first year os my son’s life in 2007. I have since had two more sons who were born at home in the water.

Our Attempted Homebirth: Part One

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012


The original title of this birth story was My Failed Homebirth…then later switched to My Unsuccessful Homebirth…to the current title of Our Attempted Homebirth. I think the title revisions reflect a process of healing. When I look at my son, how could I think anything about him was a failure, particularly his journey into our arms? It was not the journey we had hoped for him, but it is his journey nonetheless.

February 2006: Two lines, What Does That Mean?
After almost three years of trying to conceive, countless negative pregnancy test, and endless tears, we decided to pursue international adoption. This was a difficult path for me as it involved grieving the loss of carrying a child, birthing a child, and nursing a child. I shared our struggles with few others, but selectively shared with those individuals who could provide the support and strength I needed to survive infertility. A wise woman asked me, “Is your goal to become pregnant or to become a mother?” Those were the exact words I needed to hear and reflect upon. Some deep soul searching led me to redefine motherhood for myself and embrace adoption as our path to parenthood. We began to research agencies.

We selected an agency and made plans to attend an adoption information seminar they were hosting. That evening as I showered and got ready for the meeting, I decided I would take one last pregnancy test, have one last good cry over it, and then forge ahead leaving infertility behind us. After waiting two minutes, I checked the test. One dark line and a second very faint, but visible line appeared. I walked out of the bathroom leaving the test on the counter. I was in a state of shear disbelief and shock. I paced back and forth for a half hour until Buzz arrived home. When Buzz walked in I said go into the bathroom, look on the counter, and tell me what you see. A few seconds later he comes running out there is two lines…there is never two lines…what does that mean? Cautiously, quietly, as if saying it aloud might erase the second line, I whispered we’re pregnant. Then in that moment, as if a dam holding back all the emotion finally collapsed, I flooded the silence with tears… overwhelming tears of joy… We’re pregnant!

A Blissful 40 Weeks
I loved being pregnant. I loved everything about it. I loved my growing belly. I loved feeling the baby move. I loved eating everything in sight. I loved talking about the baby, thinking about the baby, and all the preparations big and small that go into getting ready for a new baby.

I could finally be in public places and not wince away in pain when a newborn in a stroller passed me by. I no longer needed to divert my wet eyes away from a pregnant woman’s belly. I did not need to choke back my tears when I saw a mother holding the hand of her toddler. I would be that woman. I am that woman. I am going to be a mommy!

October 25, 2006: The Waiting Begins…
When this day came and went with no baby, I was so sad. Throughout the pregnancy I told myself not to get attached to my due date, knowing that it was only an estimation at best. However on a subconscious level I guess I expected our baby to arrive by this day. As usual I tried to console myself through thinking logically: we had been waiting for a baby for years, so a few more days won’t hurt, right? Well every day beyond our due date felt like an eternity to me!

40 weeks

October 31, 2006: The Waiting Continues….
I went about my day as usual…okay that is a complete lie…there was no “usual” for me at this point, since all I wanted to do was birth our baby. It consumed me! Although I tried as best I could to engage in activities that kept me occupied. That afternoon I was cooking in the kitchen when the contractions began. Initially I ignored them since I had been having “false labor contractions” teasing me for weeks. Although at about 2:00pm, I decided to start timing them since they felt rather intense and seemed pretty regular. I timed them from 2:00 to 4:00 and realized they were coming every five to seven minutes lasting a minute to a minute and a half in length. At that point I called Buzz to see when he was coming home from work…soon he said…good I thought, because soon our baby will be here too…

We decided to wait a while before contacting our midwife. I wanted to be sure this was the real deal and to enjoy this special moment in private with Buzz. In the early evening the midwife came over to check me and our baby. Everything looked good. Knowing that we still had a while before the baby would make his/her arrival; we decided to have her leave. We wanted to labor for a while in private since these would the final hours that Buzz and I were a family of two.

November 1, 2006: Where is Baby?
We occupied the next several hours by getting the house ready. I was managing the contractions by stopping to squat during them. Early the next morning when the contractions were about three to five minutes apart lasting about 90 seconds in length, we called the midwife. Soon I will be pushing my baby out and holding him/her for the very first time. I couldn’t wait. My excitement overpowered any fears I had about childbirth.

The birthing team arrived which included the midwife and her two assistants. Labor continued, although progress was slow. I took a hot shower in the dark bathroom to collect my thoughts in private; just me and baby. Please come soon baby…we are all ready for you!

At the 24 hour mark, the birth team decided to leave for a while with the notion that a “watched pot never boils”. By now I was becoming tired both physically and emotionally.

early stages of labor

What happened over the next several hours is a blur to me. Buzz made me some food. He set up the birthing pool. He rubbed my back. He held my hand. He poured hot water over me. He helped me switch positions. He counted with me through each contraction as I rocked on my hands and knees. He kept me strong and focused.

Why is this taking so long? I thought I would be nursing our baby by now. I decided I was ready to intervene with some natural remedies. I drank a ¼ cup of castor oil. This helped, but also confused my senses. Several hours later I was in the tub again. I want to push…I need to push…this is the urge they talk about it…we made it! I expressed my urge to push. At first the midwife told me to follow my body’s cues, but then gently requested to do a vaginal check first. I think she was reading my behavior and wanted physical confirmation of her suspicion that I was not fully dilated. She told me not to push yet. I asked if I could push a little? She explained the risk of pushing too early. At that point, I had been in the tub for a long while…perhaps I was too relaxed? I was told I needed to get out of the tub, move around in effort to help dilate the final centimeter. So I walked around the house, stark naked…moaning softly with each contraction.

The house was dark and quiet, except for my moaning. Buzz was asleep. The midwife’s assistants were asleep. The dogs were asleep. It was just me and the midwife. She was my birth partner during this time. As I made laps around the house, I would stop next to her during contractions. She instinctively knew to rub my back. I did not express I was having back labor, but she knew. This went on for what seemed like hours. I was in a daze; circling around the house. Circling and circling. Waiting and waiting. I wanted to trust my body, but my ability to do so was slowly fading. Fear was starting to take over. Fear mangled with exhaustion. How will I ever manage to push this baby out when I am already feeling emotionally and physically drained?

I looked at the midwife and the words just came out…THE word. The word I dreaded. The word I did not want to think about or say aloud. Hospital? As the word floated from my lips, I knew it was not a question. It was a cry for help. I didn’t know what else to do. Somehow in that moment I foolishly equated going to the hospital as the answer to birthing our baby.

to be continued tomorrow….