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"The Business of Being Born": What will You Choose?

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Giving birth historically provokes images of screaming women, fainting fathers, medical staff scurrying around and bevy of needles and equipment. You'll see it on "A Baby Story" or any other TV show depicting this transformative time in a woman's life. We have been programmed from an early age that childbirth is something to be feared, to the point where it would be best to just be completely numb to the experience. Women have loss faith in their bodies and the natural process which has taken place for millions of years. Instead we have been told by "experts" that we can schedule our births like a pedicure or hair appointment.

During my first pregnancy, due to my age, I had no idea that there were more choices then just “drugs or no drugs”. I was scared, intimidated, and trusting that the staff knew more then I did as a teenage mom-to-be. My overwhelming fear, going into the traditional hospital, came from all the intense deliveries I witnessed via birthing class and on TV. Suffice to say I was very anxious, I felt like everyone was judging me for being so young. On top of that, I don't remember giving much consent or having procedures described to me BEFORE they began. By the time I was in the throws of active labor I requested an Epiural. However, since I had already progressed so quickly it was too late. Instead, I was hooked up to and IV and given Demerol for pain, which in hindsight made the next few hours quite fuzzy. I was not able to walk around and forced to try and alleviate my bladder. I had no control over what was happening. Luckily the actual delivery was pretty easy. I arrived at the hospital, my water was broken, and within 3 hours I was looking at my beautiful little boy. Even though I was so happy be holding my healthy baby, most of the night was a blur.

A few years ago my husband and I moved to an area of Upstate NY known truly as "granola-ville". We are minutes away from Woodstock, the largest holistic learning center in the U.S., and numerous organic farms. After meeting with a local OBGYN (who is a man) I decided to try using one of the mid-wives affiliated with his practice for the birth of Bryson. The overall care was truly remarkable. Suzanne, the Certified Mid-Wife (CNM) was so attentive, calm, and above all she listened. When it came time for delivery, we made the 10 minute ride to Neugarten Family Birth Center , where we were greeted by a friendly nurse in a spa-like setting. A birthing center has a totally different feel then a regular hospital. Instead of clinical sterility and impersonal accommodations, we were ushered into a peaceful room with dim lighting and soothing decor. I was able to move from a birthing ball to a stool at my leisure, and until it was time to push the nurse mostly left me alone. I was given options, and told every step of the way what was happening (which my queasy husband was grateful for). I popped Bryson out in the same 3 hours, but instead of being whisked away to the nursery my hubby was able to give him his first bath in the room. I was elated by the whole experience, the staff, and the care.

This time around I consider myself substantially more informed then before. We've decided our stance on vaccinations and determined we want as little medical intervention as possible for the baby (unless there are dire circumstances). Because of our philosophical change towards birthing, my husband suggested maybe trying home birth. My initial reaction was "Are you straight tripping?” My concept of a home birth was an old woman from the "old country" coming to deliver my baby with only a bucket of water and some towels. I found out my thoughts were very limited and antiquated. CNM's today are actually well equipped with medical tools, oxygen tanks, and induction drugs like Pitocin. Back in the 1900's nearly 95% of births were done at home, where as today that number has dropped to only 8%. It really got me thinking about how to approach this last birth.

While searching Netflix for a cheesy romantic comedy, I came across a documentary produced by Ricki Lake called "The Business of Being Born". It delves into the history of home-birth and how many women are choosing to go back to this natural method. I was floored. These women in the video were not screaming bloody murder or shouting F-U's to their partners. At one point a woman in a home tub pushed out her baby so effortlessly I didn't even realize what had happened. These women were supported, nurtured, and above all in a safe environment, free from the poking and prodding of a hospital staff. I sobbed each time a baby was born and so did the women. It was one of the most moving things I have ever seen. So why weren't more women seeking this beautiful experience?

In March The New York Times reported that the rate of Cesarean births in 2007 accounted for 32% of all birth in the U.S. This is an increase of almost 50% since 1996, with many women choosing the invasive surgical procedure over a vaginal birth. As a society we have been led to believe that doctors know more about women's bodies then women do. We've been sacred into thinking the pain is too much to endure. While I know everyone tolerates pain differently, we have to remember our bodies and minds were MADE for this amazing journey. Today, instead of letting nature take its course we are shot up with drugs to make labor go faster, as if we should be on the hospital’s timetable. Then we are placed in the most illogical positions for birthing, instead of using gravity. We have lost our voice in something that is so personal. Not only that, but we would now rather schedule our routine c-section (and maybe a tummy tuck), rather then feeling the hormone induced attachment to our little miracle. I am all for women having choices, in EVERY area of life, but what if those choices are not truly beneficial to us? We have not yet decided if we will do the home birth or not, but my goal is to have it be MY informed decision, not someone else's.

Check out the trailer for "The Business of Being Born"





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When I was pregnant with my oldest son my biggest concern was how I was going to juggle college, work, and a baby. Granted getting stretch marks, at 17, and figuring out how I would ever get enough sleep were right up there, but there was nothing I couldn't handle or lacked control over.

With my second son a bevy of health-related issues presented itself. We dealt with asthma, allergies, eczema, and pneumonia induced hospitalization. It's no easy task taking care of a 6 month old who is scratching holes in his skin because neither you nor the doctors realize he is eating foods that could kill him. We certainly become more aware as parents and learned to ask more questions.

Now nearly 12 years later, being a mom to a new baby has become even more complicated. In an age where you can find out almost anything via the internet, I can't help but feel like I have information overload. There are studies and articles about EVERYTHING! From breast feeding to bottle feeding, recalled baby products, vaccinations, natural remedies, pesticides that cause attention disorders, and vitamin deficiencies. If this were my first kid I would be scared shitless. There are so many concerns facing news mothers it's hard to know where to begin or what’s most important.

 My husband and I have become proponents of the doing things as naturally as possible. We believe it benefits our kids to not subject them to things that could be harmful to their health. Over time we have educated ourselves about limited vaccinations for children, the benefits of breast feeding, and making fresh unprocessed food choices. I had no idea I would have to add to that list avoiding plastic bottles due to harmful chemicals, or slings that cause infant death. In the past I breast fed both kids, but also pumped so that I could get a break. I never thought that there was any difference in bottles besides the varying Disney characters on each one. Now some parents are pushing to ban all containers and baby products that contain a chemical called BPA (bisphenol-A). Those supporting the ban say it can be linked to problems with brain and hormone development in children. Considering the chemical has already been removed from "most baby bottles, sippy cups and water bottles" gives me an indication that scientists and manufactures don't believe in its safety 100%. Luckily there are alternative products out there that don't contain any controversial additives. When adding items to my baby registry I came across Dr. Brown's Natural Flow Bottles; they are BPA free and helps reduce colic, spit-up and gas.

 There is definitely some frightening stuff out there, we're just trying to stay on top of it all. The best I can do for my children is become informed, but not get overwhelmed by the "experts" advice. Become your own expert, only you can decide what is best for your child.


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Wow, what a whirlwind! Today marked my 6 month check-up, I can't believe how fast this is going. I know I won't be humming the same tune when I have 3 weeks left and I'm climbing the walls, but this is the part of pregnancy I like. I'm big enough where people know I'm actually pregnant (not hiding a 3 course meal in my belly), but I'm not SOOOO big that I can't get up from sitting without the assistance of a forklift. Unnamed baby boy # 3 is now 1lb 8 oz and is moving around like he's got somewhere to be. I try to get the hubby to feel my belly when the baby is doing his water Olympics, but as soon as his hand touches me all movement ceases. I really wanted to do a Vlog this week, but since my kids are home with me it's kind of hard to find a quiet place to record. Maybe next week I'll lock myself in the bathroom. Check out the last pics of Baby Walsh before we get to see him in person! I really do think he looks like me :-)

Here he is winking at me!


 In this one he's playing peek-a-boo! But you can make out his nose and lips!




My clothes are slowly getting more snug. Luckily I invested in some great Maternity jeans from Target  and don't leave the house often enough for people to notice I rotate the same 5 outfits. One thing I have purchased (that they didn't have 5 years ago) is a this wonderful contraption called a BeBand. It is basically a giant tube-top that goes over your tummy instead of your chest. You can wear it on top of your favorite pants or jeans. But, instead of having to use pliers to close the zipper you can leave it open and the BeBand will hold your pants up! It will just look like you have a layer of shirts on. Amazing!  

 

Now I know you are supposed to wear them during pregnancy and after giving birth, but I think the creators of the BeBand are on to something for non-pregnant women. Have you ever squeezed into your favorite jeans just after they came out of the dryer and you have to either lay flat or do jumping jacks just to close them? You suck in your stomach with all of your might, praying that once the zipper is up that damn button will slide through the tiny hole? No...well me neither...but lets just say it did happen and you finally do get them on.... here comes the difficult part. You want to sit down and you either get a sever case of plumber crack or the top of the pants is digging so far into your waist you feel like a magician's assistant being sawed in half. You wouldn't EVER want to wear these pants out to dinner...one glass of water and you are bursting at the seams. This is where a BeBand could come in handy. I used to wear anything with an elastic band when I knew we were going out for a big meal. There is nothing better then stuffing your face with delicious food and then sitting back and letting your pooch go. It's liberating! So I say next time you want to look sexy in those skinny jeans slap on a BeBand and you'll never have to worry about whale-tail or loss of circulation again! Viva La BeBands!!!!
No I am not the model in this picture ;-)

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Who knew that chronicling the brink of insanity, or desperately trying to conceive a girl would lead to so many kick-ass opportunities. Though I bitch and moan about the ridiculousness of being the sole female in my house, it has actually led me down some pretty cool avenues.

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Diaper, detergents, and desserts. Oh my! Every so often I get product emails from companies wanting me to test their new item and share my reviews with readers. I tend to shy away from things of that nature, not because I don't like free stuff, I just don't want to have to pander more products to mothers who are already bombarded with a slew of advertising everyday. Seriously, if I tried something that could shrink cellulite, automatically do my laundry for me, or teach my boys that dirty underwear doesn't belong on the bathroom floor; ya'll will be the first to know!

You Want to Pay Me?


Recently, a fellow mommy writer pitched me as a new contributor to a parenting newsletter. Not only is the company a leading children's educator, but it also is home to a long-running television series. I was elated that someone else besides my mom dug my sarcastic writing style. I've gone through the preliminary phone interview and discussed the kinds of topics I would like to present through-out the year. The woman who interviewed me had nothing but positive feedback about my blog, and requested that I bring the same kind of flavor to my pieces. She asked all the candidates for a mock newsletter, to determine if we could capture the right tone and presentation. I said, "Of course", thinking I had this in the bag. I worked on my article for about 2 hours, went back and tweaked it the next day, and then sent it in. But something plagued me. The whole time I was writing I thought it wasn't as witty or humorous as I usually come across in my blog. Apparently the editor felt the same way. I now have to re-write it and pray that I can loosen up enough to make it work.  The pressure is definitely on. Momma needs to step up her game so she can get a paycheck!

I'm ready for my close-up!

If you read my post "Help Me Get My Own Show" you'd know that my ultimate goal is to sell my soul as the next Daytime TV Queen! Ok well maybe not my soul....but I might be able to spare a kid....ok ok...the dog. So when I got an email back in February from an unnamed talk show I got a little excited. They were looking to tap into the mommy blog market, and wanted to feature me as a guest on their show! ME on daytime TV! We went through 6 months of phone calls, emails, and release forms (their legal department is no joke!) until finally the day came to shoot my segment. I had been prepped and primped as I waited for my moment to shine, nothing could stop me now! Ever hear that saying "God laughs at those who make plans". Well he must have been pissing his pants, rolling on the floor, with tears streaming down his face on this day. Long and painful story short, my segment was re-written (without me in it). See when you use Skype to put me on a giant studio screen I apparently come out looking like a game of Tetris. So even with all the planning and preparation of a team of experienced television professionals, my first attempt at daytime bliss was thwarted by stupid pixelation!!!!! Though I am so grateful to the amazing staff of women I got to work with, another part of me is like WTF??? It was like slowing scaling Mount Everest, only to have a giant boulder crush me as I reached the top. Well this is where my sarcasm needs to shut the hell up so that my faith in the Universe working its magic can come into play. Thankfully the peeps at the show really loved working with me, so hopefully they will ask me to do something else in the future that won't involve too much stupid technology.

I'm On My Way From Boyland,







P.S. I forgot to mention what happen with our dog Shammy last week. Suffice to say, it involved two dozen chicken bones, tears, some throw-up, and whole lot of poop. Yeah don't hate, you know you want my life.
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