...that have nothing to do with the actual act of pushing out your baby.
1. Most doulas, me included, base our work on EVIDENCE BASED INFORMATION. The idea of a "big baby" is not evidence based. The idea of your weight being a factor to not vaginally deliver your baby is not evidence based. The idea to have an induction because you are passed your due date is not evidence based. (Note, babies aren't fruit or milk, they don't expire. Therefore they don't have a due date.) One of our jobs as doulas to help inform you of your choices and the evidence and science behind what is or is not presented to you so that you can make an informed, confident decision about your birth.
This is an excellent website to find evidence based information evidencebasedbirth.com/
2. Whether you are a few days, hours, weeks, months postpartum, doulas are still your doula. We can help with all sorts of things besides birth. Baby won't sleep, baby is on a nursing strike, baby won't stop crying, baby won't sleep. OR you can't sleep, you're not eating, you can't stop crying. We are your resource for all things pregnancy, birth, baby related. And we really do want you to succeed as a parent in the way that works best for you. We are a tight community, especially in the Twin Cities, and we have resources and experts that we know personally and professionally to pass you onto.
3. In relation to the one above, doulas are someone to talk to that is not your mother/sister-in-law,/best friend,/nosey neighbor/old lady at the grocery store who gives you unsolicited advice. I mean, how often can you hear "You know, that child is going or not going to ...." and then they tell you something that you never asked for. I am not saying that all those people are bad people but some have a vested interest in the topic at hand and unknowingly may not say the right thing or give helpful information. You can show your sore, bloody nipple to your doula without being concerned that it may come back into a conversation without warning. Your doula is a neutral party with your needs and best interests at heart.
4. We are not your family. That being said, you are in the midst of creating or extending your family and all important parties should be involved as far as you would like them to be. The difference of having a doula versus a family member, we don't take our past stories or other births into your birth story. This is YOUR journey, YOUR story and we are just there to witness and support you as it unfolds. However, if you do have a wonderful relationship, we always welcome family members as long as you welcome them too.
5. This is so much more than giving birth. It is an intimate, vulnerable experience, not your high school graduation or 21st birthday party. It's a moment of tremendous change and you have a doula to observe your power, your love, your connection to your partner and your baby. Doulas are there for for you; to hold onto, to whisper your fears to, to take your frustration, to hold your space, to physically hold you up and to catch you when you stumble, literally and figuratively. And to watch your love heart grow 1000 times in an instant.
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In my doula work I have witnessed 38 women become mothers.* With each birth it has been my honor to watch not only the birth of a baby, but the birth of a mother. It really is one of the most awe-inspiring things I have ever seen. And I think I've seen some cool things in my lifetime. Not much compares to birth.
This post, Mamas, is dedicated to you. The ones that have welcomed me into their birth story, that have allowed me to hold their hand and witness their vulnerability and their strength.
I see you, Mama. I watched you become one and I know the hard work you have been doing since day one. I remember your calm demeanor when I arrived to be with you. The look on your face that said "Oh I'm fine. But thank goodness you're here." The release of tension now that you had someone to hold your hand AND someone squeeze your hips, you and your husband are no longer alone. I did what I do in my work and I watched you move the way you needed. I breathed with you, I held you, I encouraged you to do what feels right. You moaned, moved, cried, laughed, asked questions, needed reassurance. It may not have seemed so at the time, but you knew what you needed to bring your baby. And you may think that you didn't do much, but I can tell you, Mama, you did it all. I followed your lead. Your strength and stamina were amazing. In tough times they say the only way out is through, you went into that tunnel and found the light on the other side. You harnessed a vulnerability that one rarely sees, turned it on it's side to be used to benefit you at that moment and YOU birthed YOUR baby.
Be it a cesarean birth or a vaginal birth, you birthed this tiny human, that you created and kept safe for months. You also became a mother. In an instant. Two new lives now lay in front of me; one brand new taking their first breath, the other the same body with a whole new purpose and view on life. Some say that transitional moments leave marks on your body, in many, many cases of pregnancy this is so honest and true. But some other moments also leave a mark on places you can't so much as see but much more feel. You, my beautiful powerful Mama, left a mark within me. To witness life, changes you. Every birth I watch, I am changed for the better.
I became a mother and because of my journey, I became a doula. And I thank you today and ever more for allowing me to be a part of your birth journey. You are the reason I do what I do. The power within you empowers me.
And Happy Mother's Day.
Love, Your Doula
*I use the word "mother" and not the term "birthing person" because I have witnessed only cisgender women give birth. I do however, fully support the LGBTQ community and all terms associated.
Have you felt that yet? That moment when your baby looks at you and you think "Oh there you are. There I am. I've known you forever." It's a magical moment, one that you didn't even know you were waiting for.
My moment was the day my son was a week old and it was just us at home. I think my husband had run an errand and my son and I had the whole house to ourselves. I was still in that post-birth glow, or at least I felt like I was. And we were getting ready to snuggle down in bed, nurse and watch Netflix. (My postpartum show of choice was Friday Night Lights, uh hello Tim Riggins.) I was sitting up in bed, my baby boy on the my knees, we looked right at each other and it was an overwhelming sense of peace. Like I had been made for this moment with this baby and everything I had experienced had fallen to second place.
It was a glorious moment, one I actually caught on film.
Wasn't he a cutie?
But seriously, he made eye contact with me and all was right with the world.
You moment will happen too. Maybe in the first hour, maybe the first day, maybe not until month 3, 7, 11, but it will happen. And it will feel like something a little spot inside was just filled up with goodness.
There is a common theme in birth, especially first time parents, "I have no idea what I'm doing." I like to think it's just initiation to parenthood, we all just kind of fly by the seat of our pants and thank goodness when everyone is still in one piece at the end of the day. But not knowing how your birth is going to go is part of the journey. The baby is really the captain, the Skipper, you're Gilligan.
Just as in life, not knowing can very easily be paired with fear. I know for me fear of the unknown is one of the biggest things that stop me from doing something. All the what ifs can be paralyzing. But I've said it before and I'll say it again, (hell, maybe I
should get it tattooed) knowledge is power. The more you know, well then the more you know. Knowledge takes away a lot of the scary. For most. Some people, ignorance is bliss, I feel that way about calorie and fat in-take in food, I just eat what tastes good. And no, I don't want to know about the trans fats, thank you very much.
Back to the knowledge and to the fear and to the what ifs. I try to explain to my families that there is a point in labor that is scary. It feels like there is a huge, insurmountable wall in front of you. With no idea what is on the other side. Well, this doula is here to tell you that on the other side is your baby. And that I will catch you when you climb that wall and miss your footing a few times. It can be a big, hard, scary climb but damn, the triumph at the top and the descent to the other side, there is nothing like it in the world.
That scary moment, facing that wall. The techincal/medical/real term for that is transition. It is the hardest part YET the shortest part of labor. When you think "I can't do it" you are so close to the end. And let me tell you, the role of your birth team is crucial to this moment. Imagine being told to jump out of a plane with no one else in the cabin with you saying "You got this! I'm right here with you! Lets do this!" It wouldn't be nearly as exciting if you had no one cheering you on. Don't get me wrong, I'm not all go-team-go-annoying-cheerleader in my doula work, but I do a heck of a job empowering that mama in that moment. Jump, Mama! Climb, Mama! I'm right here with you.
I think that if our brains had an actual off switch, we would go through labor much more smoothly. It's those pesky "this hurts" "how much longer" "I don't know if I can do it" thoughts that stop is from just riding the waves. Take this one contraction, ride it, breathe. Then rest. That's it. And then in a minute or two, do it again. Then rest. Don't worry about the rest of us. Turn your brain off and breathe.
A friend and mentor of mine said once "There is only room for one head in your pelvis and it isn't yours." Hilarious and spot on.
Breathe. Trust. Educate. This is your birth and you can absolutely face all the unknowns head on.
Originally written for the Childbirth Collective Blog on 7/17/17
But I'm going to share it here as well, they are my words after all.
I so often get asked “So, like, what do you do, you know, while you wait for a birth?” Good question, my friend. And one I asked myself multiple times in the early days of my doulaing. In fact, I remember texting my doula after I had become a doula and was on-call and waiting for my client to request me. My text said something like “Oh my goodness, how do you not drive yourself crazy waiting for a call to a birth?!” And I was serious. Here I was, a new doula, anxiously waiting the we’re-ready-for-you call and I couldn’t sit still. I paced, I ate, I channel surfed the 7 channels we had, I obsessively checked my phone, I ate some more, I checked my phone again, nothing. As it should be. Babies come when they are ready. My doula responded with a light-hearted giggle I’m sure, and said “You do you. But do things that are easy to leave. Garden, read, write, coffee/lunch with friends, clean, nap.” All things I love to do anyway, what was my problem?
No problem, just an eagerness and a readiness to be satisfied. I quickly learned that what I do while I wait for a birth is I Do Me. Just as I tell all my clients, “You do you, Boo. Baby will come when baby is ready.” Funny, once I figured out how to follow my own advice, I became much more comfortable with the continuous waiting period of labor.
Labor can have very much a feel of “Hurry up. Wait. Hurry up. Wait.” You get everything set at work to be off for a set amount of time and then you wait. You get the baby’s space all set up and ready and then you wait. You text all the family members “No baby yet. We’ll let you know.” and then everyone waits. You go into labor and then are told to sleep. And by that I mean, you wait. You get to the place of birth and oh wait for it, you wait again. Babies come when babies are ready.
And no one understands that better than a doula. It’s all we do. And we absolutely love it. However, don’t be fooled, we do have lives. It’s not like we sit all serene-like with a never-ending cup of coffee and the best book ever written on a dock by the clearest lake, just calmly waiting. (But doesn’t that sound fantastic?) We have families and other jobs and responsibilities, all that adulting stuff they tell you about in school. But man, when that call comes, when that client who is at so-many-weeks-and-a-few-days who has been ready for that plus some, calls and says “We could really use your support.” it’s like some mysterious force lit a fire inside and to keep that fire alive, we NEED to get to that family.
The life of a doula is a life lived all on it’s own. Until it’s not. And for a small amount of time in this big expansive universe, it is a life that is lived just for that birth and that birth alone.
They say that birth changes you. One scientific study showed that giving birth actually does change the gray matter in a woman's brain.
Birth changes your relationship with your partner, with your other children and with yourself. No truer statement was ever said in my life, the birth of my son completely changed the trajectory of my life. And this post is his birth story.
I'm not going to give you the 9 month details just the labor and delivery part. I had my son 4 days before his due date, so the idea that first time mom's always go late did not ring true. I also had him on his oldest half-sister's birthday. I tried real hard to push him out before midnight, I did not succeed. About 3 weeks before I was due,I set a challenged for myself, to re-read all 7 Harry Potter books before he was born. It was in the heat of summer and it gave me something to do indoors besides TV. I made it about a third of the way through book 4. Maybe that was why he came early, "I'll show you mom. You'll never finish a book on time again! HA!"
My birthday is also in the heat of summer and we had lost power from a storm the night before so we went to my mom's from a little birthday brunch in the AC and then packed up the girls and went to hang at Lake Nokomis. The heat was so much and I was so pregnant, due in a week, and guessing I was going to go a week over.
(Author's note, I do keep using the words "due date" because it's easy. I am fully aware and in support of the concept of "guess date." Babies come when babies come.)
So we're at the lake, the girls are swimming and I am ignoring the tightening that keeps happening every now and then in my belly. But at one point I worked my way over to my husband and said "Either I'm occasionally peeing my pants or my water is slowly dripping out." Good thing my swimsuit was black.
My doula (and all doulas) said "Ignore the contractions until you just can't any more." So I did. I ignored everything so well I have no memory of what we did that evening. It was my birthday, I'm sure we did something. But I have no recollection of what it was. And thank goodness I've always been a good sleeper because I also don't recall having any contractions throughout that night.
But the next morning was a Sunday. After calling my doula and telling her what I experienced the day before, mild irregular contractions and some leaking fluid, she advised me to go about my day, continue to ignore them. So I did. A friend from college was in town, (a doula herself) and we had planned to meet for coffee. We talked birth, her job, what I was hoping for in my birth, reminisced about college, discussed family. I got up once to use the bathroom and oh goodness, the fluid. It's funny, it always feels like so much, it's not. Until it really breaks, but the trickle really is that, a trickle.
After we said goodbye and I went home, it was a picture perfect day. The sun was out, it wasn't too hot, the windows and doors of our house were open, there was a breeze, the local radio station, The Current, was on playing on our radio. It was a perfect day to go into labor. I think I got home about 10:30 or 11 am. The girls were at our house and we all were just enjoying the Sunday. I was still in the ignoring mindset, so I'd have a contraction and my husband would say "Honey, I think you're having a contraction."
I'd reply "No. Now shhhh. Give me a mintue."
"Sarah, you're doing exactly what she did in our class. This is a contraction." (also showing the importance of Childbirth Education!)
"No, it's just... just hold on." I was ignoring them, I was supposed to ignore them. I try to do as I'm told.
This went on for the rest of the morning until early afternoon. A funny little thing about my birth story is that I was really and I mean REALLY looking forward to drinking an entire Bell's Two Hearted beer after I gave birth. But I was in labor on a Sunday and at the time, no liquor store was open in MN on Sundays. (Dumb. They have since learned the error of their ways.) After one of my contractions my hubs says to me, "You know, babe, if you have the baby today, there is no Two Hearted. Liquor stores aren't open." Well, don't ever tell a laboring woman she can't have something. I spun on him and quite sternly said "Call your brother! Get him over here! He always has Two Hearted in his fridge. Get him over here!"
The men delivered. My brother in law showed up within the hour with 4 Two Hearteds for us to take with. I do remember being very grateful he came through but I also remember him not really knowing what to do with my moans and breathing and such through my contractions. (He's a pro now, two beautiful girls, my nieces.) But needless to say, he didn't hang out for long. Dropped off the beer, wished us good luck and then he was out. At some point, around 3 pm I think, things started to pick up. We called the girls' mom and she came to pick them up. And I continued to labor and breathe and move as needed. I do remember absolutely loving the breeze and the music. It was calming and familiar.
So, for those that haven't birthed yet, here's some nitty gritty for you; you do poop and puke before baby comes. Yes, as you push too, but it may come out both ends for a bit during labor. It's just your body making room for baby. No big deal. So I laid on the couch with some pillows and a bowl on the floor and cool cloth on my forehead, listened to The Current, and threw up and pooped when needed. It was real. Nothing glamorous, no special poses, no special lighting, I just did what felt right. My left side was my comfort throughout the pregnancy, so laboring on that side felt right too. My husband packed up our car for the stay at the hospital, timed contractions occasionally. And we called our doula. At about 7:30-8pm she listened to a few contractions over the phone and suggested it was time to go in. So we started to head out the car. But not before I took off my eye make-up. I knew I was in for a bit of a long haul and I didn't want to me all mascara smudgy.
I walked into the hospital and to the 4th floor. Maybe it was 2 or 3, whatever floor it was I took the elevator to it. And this was where it got annoying; people needing to ask me questions and questioning my answers.
I.E. Triage nurse: "When did your water break?"
Me: "Yesterday. I think."
Nurse: "Yesterday?! Why didn't you come in?!"
Me: "I didn't want to."
Seriously, why do they ask questions like that? 1. A laboring woman isn't going to be too pleased to have her reasons questioned. And 2. The fact that I didn't come in yesterday doesn't change the fact that I am here now, so get a move on!
So after they take all my info, I go into a triage room and they want to confirm that my water really has broken. Just a little strip of paper they place at your labia and if it changes color, water has broken. It was, like I had said. And then there was a cervical check. Knowing what I know now, I should have turned it down, but I said OK. And man alive, did she check me. Just shoved her whole big gloved hand right up there, no "OK, here's my touch." or "Little pressure here." Just up and in. And hard. So she immediately was on my Shit List. Good thing I didn't see her again. But yes, water was broken, I was dilated to a 3 (A three. Talk about disappointment. But as I have learned and experienced, the number means nothing.) and then they stand me up to go to a delivery room. And the gush of fluid that came out when I stood up, OH MY GOD. It went everywhere! I even said something like, "Oh god, there is fluid coming out. So much fluid. This is so gross!" I made everyone laugh. And I guess that cervical shoving nurse got hers because it went all over her shoes.
Anyway, I get in the room and at about 3 minutes in, I'm naked and wanting to get in the shower. (FYI for those getting ready to birth their first, don't worry about what you're going to wear. 95% of the time you want it all off anyway. It's too hot, scratchy, tight, etc. And it's not like those around you haven't seen that all before.) The shower was the one moment I had were I thought "I can't do this." It was really hard and I was in there alone, my people were in the bathroom but I was in the shower alone and it was tough. I do remember my doula saying I was doing great with following my body and my breath. During contractions I could not sit still. Which is good, when mom is moving, baby is moving.
45 minutes I was in the shower. They wanted to monitor the baby and the contractions. And the asked if they could do another cervical check. This one was much better. I was complete. Which goes to show you that I came in at a 3 and I think it was about 2-3 hours later I was at a 10. Time to push.
I remember my first few pushes were loud, I was doing that mama growl they talk about. Loud and guttural. I also got a vision of a ham all wrapped up in that string for meats, being thrown down a hallway. No idea what that means. And during my first several pushes, my eyes closed yet I would get a vision of red. Just bright fire engine red would flood my minds eye. (My doula said afterward that red is the color of power. Awesome.) She also corrected me on my vocalization. I had so much energy coming out of my mouth that I wasn't having enough to push. Keep my mouth closed and send it down to my butt. OK. I like to think I'm good at following directions. But I also have no problem speaking my mind. I think it was shift change and there were nurses in the room discussing me, my care, my labor. And I called them on it, "Are you guys on shift change? Can you go talk outside?" And they did. Speak up for yourselves, mamas. You're not sick, you're not a patient. They are there to care for you, not the other way around.
Pushing started at a little before 11pm. The day before was my birthday and the day after would be my oldest step-daughter's birthday. She even said when I found out my due date (July, 24th) "You better not have him on my birthday." OK, I'll do everything I can to keep him in there. Prepping to be in labor after the 24th, never once did I think I'd go early. So in between the first several pushes, I noticed the time and gave myself 1 hour to push out this kid. So we all could have our own birthdays. I did not succeed. He was born nearly 4 hours later. Oops.
I pushed on my left side for 4 hours. I think had someone firmly said "Sarah. You need to get up and switch positions. This baby needs a new pathway." I would have listened. But my team was soft spoken and like many women in labor, I DID NOT want to move. So my left side it was. For 4 hours. Eesh. My right hip kept cramping, I was sweaty as hell, and months afterward when I asked my husband if I pooped he responded with "Oh man, it was like a playdough factory." Great and gross. And thank you for not saying anything at the time.
The nurse was pretty hands-off which I appreciated (except, go ahead and wipe my ass, please.) And my husband said at one point "Sarah, his ear! I can see his ear!" and I seemed to come out of the internal trance I was in and thought "Oh thank God, his head is almost out!" I think a few more pushes, the last few with me reaching down to pull him out myself; yep, I did that. The OB even said when I reached down "Hold on, his arms aren't out yet!" I wanted my son and I wanted him now. Once his arms were out, I put the thumbs under his armpits and pulled him up onto my chest. It was glorious and absolutely prefect.
Riley Hennessy 8 pounds 3 ounces, 21 inches long. 7/20/15 2:54am
I was in labor for over 24 hours, maybe closer to 36. But I only really count from about early afternoon the day before. So around 12-15 hours of labor. Not bad for a first time mom. I'm telling you ladies, ignore those contractions until it's the only thing you can focus on. It helps make labor not seem so long. I was unmedicated, didn't ask for anything once. It honestly didn't cross my mind. I had a bit where I thought I couldn't do it, but it never became too painful. However, I have become a proponent of medication after birth. My placenta didn't release and the OB had to rip it out of me in chunks. Had I known, I would have asked for something for that. I wouldn't wish that pain on anyone. I do tell clients and anyone having any medical procedure done for that matter, "Stay ahead of the pain, don't chase it. If they offer you painkillers after birth, take them."
I am really damn proud of myself. I followed my body, I mostly stood up for myself, I pushed out my son without meds and pulled him onto my chest myself. I am a badass mother. And yes, I had that beer. It was delicious.
I encourage all expectant mamas and any mama who has given birth, own your birth story. Write it down. Tell those that want to listen. It is a monumental moment in your life and it deserves to be honored. You deserve to be honored. You grew an entire human and brought it Earth side. That is really fucking awesome.
"When you know better, you do better..." - Maya Angelou
Knowledge is power, the more you know then the more you know. I encourage my clients to take a Childbirth Education Class because I want them to be prepared for their birth. When buying a car, we research, we read reviews, we talk to our friends and we test drive and we make sure we are prepared with the knowledge to make the best decision for our family. Right? Then why don't we do the same thing when it comes to birth?
The female body is an amazing thing, yes, it can give birth. We have been doing it for thousands of years. It's our brains that get in the way, we think "This hurts, this is hard, how much longer, I'm tired, nervous, scared, etc." But if armed with the knowledge of "This is normal." or "I remember this from class." or "She said this could happen." all of that can make your birth go that much smoother.
Someone said to me once that they were so busy with X, Y, Z and they weren't sure they would have time for a birth class. I gently explained that I understand they are busy with life and sometimes life is a lot. But to not be willing to find at least one day to prepare yourself for the birth your child just starts your birth journey off on an unknown path.
The things you gain from your childbirth education class should make you feel empowered and prepared, not make you think "Oh crap. I am not going to be able to do this." Did you know that it takes your hormones about 20 minutes to catch up to the shift in labor and contractions? So when you think "I can't" give it a bit, because you can. Did you know baby needs to make two full rotations in your pelvis in order to make it out? You'll learn all about the HUGE role baby plays in your birth. Do you know the name of the hormone that is released to start labor? You will when you take a birth class! (Hint, it's Oxytocin.)
We don't do anything big in life; buying a house, a car, going on vacation, choosing a school, etc without research and studying our options. Childbirth shouldn't be any different. Prepare yourself, read, watch the videos, and take a class. Knowledge is power, be powerful in YOUR birth journey.
**if you need a birth class or are unsure of where to start, this doula and her classes are some of the best www.birthedmn.com/workshops/
I've been doulaing for about a year and half and I consider myself experienced. But on the flip side of that, I also consider myself a sponge, not a faucet, I'm always soaking up anything I can learn from each birth I attend. When we say every birth is different, we mean it. For real, the only one who really knows what is going on, is the baby. We have yet to find the technology to fully see inside the womb and check out what they are doing. Someday, I'm sure. But right now, we have the baby's heart rate and how the mom is doing. The rest is a shot in the dark.
I'm sure that isn't very appealing to those that currently have a bun in the oven, but it's the truth. "You mean I hire you and you still can't tell me exactly what is going on?" That is correct. We take the knowledge we have from our schooling, our hands-on experience, learning from other birth workers, from any and all books we can get our hands on and we apply that to your birth and see if baby complies.
I was recently at a long birth (long is a relative term, but it was my longest yet) and we had 2 midwives, went through 4 nurse shift changes, an OB came in to give her opinion, they had me as their doula, and a family member or two giving their two cents. Knowledge and opinions abound, yet there is baby all "Nah, I'm good. Give it a go if you want, but I'm gonna stay right here." Why, baby why?! And we jut don't know until baby comes out.
We can do all the things throughout pregnancy; yoga, chiropractic work, acupuncture, staying active, resting when needed, self-care, reading all the books, and the one who is really in charge is the baby. Did you know that it's the baby that initiates labor? They release a hormone called CRH (cortico-releasing hormone) which sends a message to the placenta who then talks to the uterus and your cervix and at some point the message gets to your brain.
*you can read more about it here www.kimjames.net/Close-To-Due-Date.aspx
This can all happen and you may have no idea. Because baby is the one driving this labor train and we are just along for the ride. And because science rocks.
They say to plan for exactly what you'd like your birth to look like and then be prepared for all of it to go out the window. I encourage my clients to take a birth class, because knowledge is power and the more you know, the better you will do. To be aware of all that can happen, to have an idea what is behind this birth door or what happens when we chose to open that birth window, it all can be your choice, if you are informed. Are you asking "Is it like anything in life, prepare for the worst but expect the best"?? Kind of. In birth it's more like fill your brain with all your options and prepare yourself to use the one you least expect.
Oh and hire a doula. They will help you make your choice and support you through every decision and every move that that baby in your belly makes. Baby drives, and you and your doula make sure you stay on the road.
Every time I go to a birth I leave in awe of the power of a woman. I am currently sitting in a coffee shop, trying to do the paperwork to complete my certification and I'm taking my notes from a birth and putting them in legible form for DONA. In going back and reading all that these mamas go through to bring their baby into the world... how we aren't in charge of EVERYTHING, I'll never know!
I've had births that go completely off the plan, some where the mama says after "I didn't think I'd do that!", a few that have been text book perfect, and a few that needed extra love to process. But every time the strength that these women show me, is so impressive. To watch someone completely focus on their body, to go within to find a new level of power, and to be sure enough of themselves to make choices, it is so inspiring. I leave a birth tired but unbelievably proud to be a woman.
I'll just leave you this, Queen B speaking the truth with "Run The World"
I wrote this on August 15, 2015. My son was 5 days short of being 1 month old. It's a little glimpse into my postpartum journey.
*I will warn you readers now, if you are easily offended, don't like gross bodily things, or have never had a baby, tread forward with caution.*
Can we talk a moment about our bodies as women? And how magical and amazing and absolutely gross we are?
I've seen a lot of controversy on the interwebs about the "How I got my body back after baby" idea. It is extremely irksome to many that a woman should be ashamed of their post-baby body and that they should want to go back to the way it was before said baby took over.
But that is just the thing, the baby does take over. When I became pregnant I didn't choose for my entire right arm to painfully numb and slightly swollen every morning. That is just one of the side effects of being pregnant. I also was quite pleased with the size and shape of my breasts pre-pregnancy, I didn't need them to get bigger. But baby did and still does.
And speaking of breasts, just one of the many places that leak. Gross. Yes, it's lovely and oh so special that I can feed my child on demand and yes, breast milk is the liquid gold of good food for baby, but all that aside, they still aren't within my control. They are huge, like cantaloupe huge. They get hard, painfully hard. And when that happens I don't care who is around, I will massage and hold them in my own hands for some sense of relief. And at 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm feeding on one side and I can feel the other side drip milk from itself, another thing outside of my control. Gross.
Get my body back? Yeah right.
When I went into labor, my water didn't break like most think it would; in a gush, all at once and in some embarrassing public place. Mine trickled out, so slowly that at first I was wondering if I was occasionally peeing my pants. Gross. And once we finally decided to go to the hospital after several hours of active labor, we were moving me from the check-in room to the delivery room, I stood up and lord have mercy. The amount of fluid that came out of me was one of the most shocking disgusting things that I had experienced. And completely out of my control. It just kept flowing, so much fluid. So gross.
I know that is beyond the notion of "too much information" but I'm now postpartum and am dealing with a whole new set of body issues that are out of my control. My uterus went through hell after delivery and it's still recovering. I joke with my sweet baby that when I change his diaper, I should change mine as well. And I thought my monthly period was bad. Gross.
I am also taking iron supplements to help get my energy back, which in turn makes me constipated, which means I need to take a stool softener, which again is something that I'd rather not do, but my body is saying otherwise. Gross.
The small fact that my belly is still moving back to some sort of resemblance of pre-baby, is so far from my concern. With all the other crap that my body is doing, my belly doesn't matter. It will never be the same, I carried my son for 9 months in that belly. The small valley of stretch marks below my belly button, I need to get used to them, appreciate them as battle scars and be proud of what they represent.
All of this foreign activity in my body is just par for the course, I'm not the only woman going through all of this. I do not have it the easiest but certainly not the worst either. If there has every been a time to sit and value all I have been through and appreciate how powerful and yes, gross my body is, it is now. And again, like labor, this gross-ness will not last forever.
I'll have my body back, in it's new glorious mama form soon enough. And with much less leaking.
Sarah: Birth doula, wife, mother, coffee and wine drinker, lover of beer, books and tattoos.