Cate’s Birth Story

My sweet baby Cate! How adventurous your pregnancy was! The heartburn I experienced with your older brother was back and in full force. Water, air–you name it, if I swallowed it, it hurt for days! We did a lot of traveling during this pregnancy, you and I! To North Carolina, South Carolina, Utah, Idaho, Washington, West Virginia, Texas, and Florida; we became great travel buddies! In my last traveling adventure at 36 weeks pregnant to Orlando (or rather, coming home from Orlando), I had a very good feeling that you would not arrive as “late” as your older siblings had. With lightheadedness and cravings for ice, I also realize that anemia had set in, and we quickly worked to get that resolved.

Christmas came and went, and I loved every minute with your brother and sister, but I was SO over being pregnant (sign #2 you weren’t going to wait as long as they did!). And then, on December 31, 2015, I turned the big 3-0. I was tired and simply wanted to celebrate doing family things, so we started with a matinee showing of Zootopia and followed it with lunch at Chipotle. I excitedly went to have a pedicure and within 30 minutes of getting home I was wiped. I was so so tired. We decided to try for dinner as a family at our favorite pizza place and plan for an early bedtime (yes! On New Year’s Eve. On my 30th birthday!), and in the car on the way there, my stomach turned. You weren’t due for another 5 days, yet I was terrified I was going to go into labor feeling like *this*.

We sat down at the table and ordered our food. I ran to the bathroom while thechiropractor asked them to box up our food. We made it home (by the grace of God). I got into bed. And then I spent the next 12 hours vomiting. That night took heartburn to a whole new level. And I prayed that I would NOT go into labor. Because if I did, I knew I was headed straight to the hospital and there would be a lot of drugs involved…a start I did not want for you, Miss Cate!

The next two days I spent praying a lot. Simply that I wouldn’t go into labor. That you would stay put! With your older siblings I had NEVER prayed that they would stay where they were that late in the game, but there’s a first for everything! By January 4, I was back to my full duties of work–trying to tie up loose ends so you could be born and I could totally relax! The night of January 5, I remember working and feeling like I was totally on a roll! Just before midnight I sent a message to your Aunt Claire letting her know I was going to bed but I would finish up a few things the next morning…little did I know how the rest of that night would go.

I stood up from my desk and immediately realized I had made a mistake sitting on hard wood without a pillow. My hips HURT. This entire pregnancy had been achier than any of my previous pregnancies. Thankfully thechiropractor surprised me with a new mattress for Christmas and the previous few weeks of sleep had been better than the previous few months, but I was so over the aches! I walked upstairs and told thechiropractor that I would be in to see him first thing tomorrow morning, and I went to bed.

At 2:00am I woke up to use the bathroom. As I sat up I felt a little bit of water between my legs and silently cursed that I had wet myself. Thinking that in these late days of pregnancy I really should have been to see a women’s health physical therapist and that I should have been doing more pelvic floor exercises. I walked to the bathroom, peed, and had what I thought was a mild contraction. Surely not, I thought. I went back to bed. My husband got up as I got back into bed because he had low blood sugar (have I ever mentioned that thechiropractor is Type I diabetic?!). As he was in the kitchen getting food, I heard our 2 year old get out of bed. Then I heard my husband running down the hallway. And I heard vomit. Oh yes; Josie had gotten out of bed moaning, and my husband nearly flew her down the hallway to the bathroom so as not to make a mess. They made it. But his blood sugar was still low and he called for me to come help.

Back up out of bed I went to lay with Josie. As I walked into her room he looked at me (snack in hand) and said, “Are you ok?” “I think I’m having contractions,” I said. “I have my phone with me. I will text you if I need you.” And I walked into her room to lay down with her. And that’s when I felt it. A contraction. Clear. As. Day. (Except that it was like 2:30am). Andrew had gone back to bed and I didn’t want to yell for him and wake the kids up. I laid and waited. More contractions every few minutes. And several of them HURT. In my back. I was having back labor. Back labor is nightmareish to me. So I text Andrew something along the lines of: “I’m in labor. It’s in my back. I need an adjustment.” To which he replied: “Ok. My portable table and {pregnancy} pillows are at the office. I will go get them.”

He had kept that table and those pillows in his car for WEEKS. Why he chose to take them out that day is beyond me, but hey, at least this next part makes for a good story.

So I laid there with Josie until she went back to sleep. Having allthebacklabor and wondering why on earth it was taking Andrew so long to go to and from our office which was 6 minutes away at 2:45am. And then I got the text:

Yes. You read that correctly. The car died. He wouldn’t call anyone. It was 16 degrees outside at 2:45 in the morning. His wife was in labor. So he walked home.

About that time I decided I couldn’t lay in the bed anymore between the pain in my back and wondering if Andrew had turned into a popsicle. So I plugged in the Christmas tree lights and started cleaning the toys off of the living room floor, having strong contractions all the while. Finally, Andrew got home! But caveat: without any of the stuff he went for because he couldn’t carry it across town! So he took our other car back to the office, got his table and pillows and finally was able to adjust me.

It was instantaneous change. Every bit of the tension moved around to my stomach as I continued pacing around the house. Somewhere around that time I decided I would text my birth team and my mom who was keeping my big kids, simply so that they would have messages from me when they woke up that morning to know how to prepare their days. This was circa 4:00am.

My midwife text me back, but I didn’t hear from anyone else. She lives about 45 minutes from me and basically decided to get herself up and start getting ready for the day. I still thought I had plenty of time. No rush.

About an hour and 15 minutes later I realized it might be a good idea to call my mom. My kids would be up around 6:15am, and Andrew and I really weren’t in the position to even really help them with breakfast. He was putting sheets on the bed, I was really regretting not eating dinner and staying up until midnight–I was SO tired and hungry but afraid to eat because of the heartburn. Of course my mom didn’t answer when I called her. We had done 20,000 “trial run” phone calls and she had thought every one was “the real thing.” But when it was really “the real thing” she slept through it!

So I called my dad who thankfully answered and woke my mom up. I think my mom was thoroughly confused. She asked me questions like, “Are you sure you need me NOW?” and “Can I drink coffee first?”

Because I was so tired and it was 5:45am and the new sheets were on the bed, I decided to go lay down. All I could think was, “I need to save energy. I’ll rest again later when I’m in transition, but until then I really need to save energy.” So I laid on my side and I slept. It was wonderful and sort of twilight-like. During that time I think Andrew tried calling our doula several times along with our birth photographer. They were coming, they said.

And then my mom came and I woke up. She wanted to talk to me and ask me a bunch of questions about how I was doing. I kept thinking, “I was sleeping until you started talking to me…” and then I would have a contraction and keep talking to her. Another contraction and talking. Another contraction (like it was just part of everyday life) and she goes, “Are you sure you are ok?? I’ve only been here like 5 minutes and you’ve had 3 contractions.” Surely it had been longer than that. My mom can’t tell time. She’s tired, right??

Suddenly I was saved by the midwife! I had new questions to answer! She started buzzing around setting things up, and that’s when a BIG contraction hit me. I hadn’t needed counter pressure from my hubby, but needed it then! And I went on trying to answer more questions, and all of a sudden a second huge contraction hit. After it happened I thought, “If I didn’t know any better, I would say I felt the baby move down! By inches!” But I didn’t say anything out loud. I kept those crazy inner thoughts in my crazy inner mind. I had hours to go. Didn’t want to psych myself out.

Luke woke up, so my mom went to help him with breakfast. Everyone kept buzzing around getting things ready. As my midwife walked in I told her I was going to the bathroom because, well, I had to go. She asked if I needed help. I told her no.

And the next part gets a little fuzzy. I sat down. And then all I remember is my body pushing and letting out a moan. The midwife and Andrew were all of a sudden in the door way of the bathroom and I got the question, “Did you just PUSH?????” Apparently I had because there was a baby’s head between my legs! So my midwife told me to get up and that we were going to the bed (the bathroom was too tiny to deliver a baby!). Typically when I get to this stage in labor I just need some instruction. I can follow it. I just need someone to tell me what I need to do out loud.

So my midwife told me to climb over the footboard onto the mattress…mind you, the baby’s head had been born. As I was doing it I was thinking, “Why didn’t I just walk around to the side of the bed? It is lower. Why am I climbing over this thing??” And yet I did it!

One thing I said I did NOT want was to have my older kids at the birth. I thought it would stress me out. And yet in this moment I knew I was just waiting on a contraction, so I looked at my husband and said “Go get Mom and Luke! See if they want to be here!”

_dsc0803And sure enough, they entered the room, one contraction came, and out slid a baby! It was 6:54am (4 hours and 24 minutes from my first contraction). The assistant midwife had walked in about 5 minutes before. The midwife had been there for about 20 minutes. The doula and birth photographer never made it. Josie walked in as the baby was born. My kids went to bed and woke up to a baby sister!!! Do I have beautiful photos of this labor and birth? No. But I have amazing photos of my kids learning to love their new little sister! All 8lbs 6oz, 21.5 inches of Catherine Anne. Four-year-old Luke was FULL of questions like “How did they get her head back on?”and he proudly told his Grandma later that day that Daddy “cut Cate’s umbrellical cord away from the thing that looked like a heart covered in blood…oh yeah…the placenta.” (Every four year old can accurately describe birth, right?!)

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It was fast. It was furious. I think God knew I was physically and mentally SO done, and He gave me the birth I needed! We are CRAZY thankful that my mom and Luke were able to be there for it, and it has instilled a completely inseparable bond between these two! We had some nursing issues, much like big brother Luke, but nothing that wasn’t resolvable (amazing how I handled it with a third child vs a first child though!). It was an amazing day of snuggling, Cate, and we are all so so thankful that you are ours!!!

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All photos copyright Sera Petras Photography
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Luke’s Birth Story (& Video)

For Luke’s first birthday, I decided to blog his birth story. (I apologize, in advance, to my family members who are going to think that I am crazy for sharing all of this!) I felt there was no greater way to celebrate this day than to share Luke’s story with others, so that mothers may understand the beauty and gift that birth is–that we may all work to re-claim it. I have a friend whose mother used to tell her children their birth story each year on their birthday. As soon as Luke is old enough, this is a tradition that we will establish, along with watching his birth video, so that he, too, may appreciate the miracle that is his life.

Luke’s birth story began when the chiropractor went to chiropractic school. We were still engaged at the time, but I can remember him telling me, “When we have kids, we shouldn’t have them in a hospital,” and I thought he had lost his mind! Where else would a baby be born?! When the chiropractor’s brother and his wife got pregnant and used a midwife and a birth center, I was impressed with the process, so I told my husband I would at least look into it when the time came, but that I wanted to interview a midwife in a hospital too. Fast-forward a year later, and we found ourselves pregnant. I stuck to my resolution to check out birth centers, but I was sure this hospital midwife I had found would be “it.” When she tried to talk me into a c-section during our consultation, I knew I was in the wrong place.

After searching for other midwives in the Dallas/Fort Worth area and a visit to Lifetime Family Wellness Center, we found All About Babies and Christy Martin, CPM. I can distinctly remember our interview with her: I had never met this woman, yet I cried because I felt like God led us to the right place.

Our whole pregnancy was fantastic. I had been very healthy—with chiropractic adjustments daily (yes, I was spoiled!) and a very healthy diet, we were estimating that the baby would probably be about six and a half pounds. I also swore up and down that I never believed our “due date” was right and it was “just a date.” As soon as that date came, though, I was anxious to meet our baby. The next 15 days that followed were the hardest days of pregnancy, by far. Our baby was clearly not ready to make its debut, and I was very tired of being pregnant. Those days consisted of a lot of crying and prayer. The night before Luke was born, I had some friends pray over me, and when they were finished one of them said, “Nicole, the word ‘surrender’ kept coming to mind while we were praying.” That made me so frustrated—that was exactly what I spent the past 14 days doing! I told her, “I HAVE surrendered. I surrendered to the fact that God isn’t going to make this baby too big for me to birth, and I have surrendered to my pregnancy. What else could I possibly need to surrender to??” The girls around me easily reached the consensus that maybe I needed to surrender to the possibility that while I had done everything possible to have a healthy pregnancy and healthy baby, maybe that my perfect birth center birth wasn’t the way that our baby was supposed to come into this world. The ultimate goal was to have a healthy baby, and if God chose for that baby to arrive in a hospital, then it was out of my hands because God’s plans for us are so much greater than our plans for ourselves. I hadn’t thought of that before!!! (it was my “light bulb” moment)

I went home and told the chiropractor about this “missing piece.” I told him that this baby wasn’t going to come until we both surrendered. He told me that he agreed, but that he didn’t necessarily want to surrender to the idea of a hospital birth. I asked if I could pray for him, since my friends had prayed for me. So we lay in our bed, and I prayed that God would soften Andrew’s heart to His plan. When I finished praying, Andrew said he felt better about the idea, and he would be open to however this baby was supposed to arrive. I rolled over in the bed, and my water broke (it was 10:40 pm)! GOD IS SO GREAT!

My contractions started about 30 minutes later; a minute long, 5 minutes apart. Thirty minutes after that, they were still a minute long and only 2.5 minutes apart. (This should have been a forewarning of Luke’s intense attitude about life!) We called our doula, and she came to our house to help us labor. My version of the story says that we were at our house for about 45 minutes after our doula came. I later learned we were there for about 4 hours—I was definitely in my own time zone! I kept telling my husband and doula that I didn’t think I could get in the car and drive 35 minutes to the birth center. Our doula Tonya reassured me that I could do it. As it turns out, the car ride was one of my favorite parts of labor because my contractions slowed and I was able to rest a little (although next time, we are definitely doing a home birth—no questions asked!).

When we got to the birth center, our birth team was waiting for us. Christy did an internal check (this was only the second internal check I had during our pregnancy), but I didn’t want to know how far along I was (because if she said I was only 2cm, I was going to be so disappointed!). I found days later that I was 6cm when we arrived, but the baby’s head was slightly cocked to one side (asynclitic). I wanted to scream at this baby, “C’mon, baby! You are a chiro-baby! Get yourself in the right position!!” Luckily Christy instructed my husband on how to do what he calls “the hardest wall-sits I’ve ever done” to help me re-position the baby’s head (this was the only part of labor that I recall being extremely painful, and it only lasted for 10 contractions). After that I labored in the tub for what I thought was 30 minutes (again, I later learned it was about 2 hours). I remember my doula telling me that our birth photographer arrived (as a side note, I really struggled with whether or not I wanted a photographer at our birth…initially the idea felt strange. Later I realized that no one could have captured such an amazing moment in such a beautiful light! I am SO thankful that we have these images now!) I thought, “I must be doing well and getting close because they wouldn’t call her if I wasn’t!!!” (This was the only signal that I had for how dilated I was because I had asked to limit internal checks and that no one report my progress to me after these checks.) Soon after I got out of the tub, Christy checked me again and told me it was time to push. I remember feeling so in-tune with my body; I knew exactly what to do! At one point, my baby’s heart rate started to drop, but I listened to my birth team, and I didn’t panic because they didn’t either. After a change in positions and some oxygen, we were good to go again, and my husband got into position to catch. (Yes, the chiropractor caught our baby!) I remember an intense stretching feeling followed by relief, and then at 7:49 am, just over 8 hours after our labor adventure began, someone said, “It’s a boy!” I should point out that I never had a sonogram (for lots of reasons), but the chiropractor and I felt throughout the whole pregnancy that we were having a girl!  I remember saying, “We were wrong!!!” and then never feeling so in love and relaxed in my entire life!

Afterwards, we took an herbal bath with new baby Luke, and I told my husband, “I am so glad we did it this way! What a beautiful gift you gave me by bringing me to a birth center! What an amazing day this was!” Later when they were weighing Luke, I was so anxious to see if I had gotten the six and a half pound baby like we thought…9 pounds, 6 ounces—we were all STUNNED! (There are images in the video that capture this weigh check in a way that I could never describe in words!) That moment solidified why we came to All About Babies in the first place: we had a beautiful, healthy pregnancy; we had amazing emotional support from our birth family (a friend told me that she thinks of Luke’s midwives as his fairy godmothers); and I was able to birth a big healthy baby without the use of any drugs or surgical intervention, and I didn’t tear one bit! Christy, Kelly, Joni, Tonya, and Evie—thank you!!! Happy first birthday to my dear, sweet Luke! We love your enthusiasm for life, and we are thankful each day that God entrusted us with your care! Thank you for letting me be your “mama” 😉

Our awesome birth team (L to R): Joni Yankus (CPM–our assistant midwife, in blue), Christy Martin (CPM–our midwife, in purple), the chiropractor and the world’s most awesome husband ;-), thechiropracticwife (holding baby Luke), Tonya Buffington (our doula, in black), Kelli Banks (then-student-midwife, now CPM!, in navy blue)

If you missed it above, here is Luke’s birth video as captured by the beautifully talented Evie Marie.

Reflections on My Interactions with Ina May Gaskin

So we are moving from the major metropolis of Dallas/Fort Worth to the beautiful farmland of the Shenandoah Valley in about 6 weeks. I can’t wait to get back to Virginia–I really can’t; but there are times when I have access to some AMAZING things in DFW, and I wonder if i will have any similar opportunities when we move. Meeting Ina May Gaskin was one of those amazing things.

Some of you may be wondering–who is this Ina May Gaskin woman she’s talking about? She’s a Certified Professional Midwife (CPM) that has transformed the way that many people think about midwifery in the United States. Her biography says that she has helped around 1200 babies come into the world in the last 40 years. Sounds like a lot of babies, right? Don’t worry, I did the math for you: that’s 30 births a year, or 2.5 births a month. I think you’d be hard-pressed to find a well-respected OB that has assisted in only 2-3 births a month over the last four decades. Yes, she travels a lot; yes, she’s written several books; yes, she’s done a bazillion speeches–she’s busy! But after listening to her talk this last weekend, 2-3 births a month is about all she would ever take on.

During my pregnancy I read Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth, and admittedly, there were parts that I loved and parts that were just a little too “hippie” for me. But hey, each woman’s birth story is her own, so I just kinda went with it! There were a ton of helpful insights in the book, and I highly recommend it to any woman who is preparing to give birth. So there’s my Ina May shpeal–what is about to follow is a collection of thoughts. They may or may not all work together. I’m just jotting things as I remember them so I can look back and reminisce about what went on this weekend!

Friday Night–Dinner at the Reata

Just a few days before the event, I was invited by a “birthy” friend 😉 to go to dinner with Ina May at the Reata in downtown Fort Worth. The room sat about 40 people. We thought we would be late, but we actually got there a few minutes early, and I had a moment to introduce myself (like Ina My wanted to know who I was–ha!). I actually had a couple of opportunities, but I chickened out on the first two because I hadn’t come up with what to say yet (**lame**). When I saw a dear midwife friend introducing herself, I realized I could sort of piggy-back off of her conversation, so as soon as she stepped away, I got the courage to “step up to the plate.”

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Meeting Ina May Gaskin

I think I said something along the lines of, “Hi, I’m Nicole! I had a baby in September at a birth center, and I work there now! And my husband is a chiropractor, and he specializes prenatal and postnatal care for mom and baby!” At which point she interrupted me: “Oh that is fantastic! We appreciate the work that our chiropractors do!” And then I jumped back in (did I just cut Ina May Gaskin off??), “And I really just appreciate everything you’ve done to spread the word about care for expectant mothers, and especially midwifery care! And it is just really a pleasure to meet you! And thank you for being here! And I hope you enjoy your stay in Texas!” And then I very awkwardly walked away, realizing I couldn’t figure out how to end that conversation. Getting back to my table I realized that I had been a little bit of a blubbering idiot and the only part of the conversation that she commented on was directed toward The Chiropractor (really?? I should have given you more stats about my birth! I promise you would have been impressed! Ok, maybe not impressed…satisfied. Maybe that is what you would have been…).

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Dinner with my midwife Christy and my “birthy” friend Jeanine!

The dinner was delicious. I was able to sit with my midwife (which is always fun!), my lovely “birthy” friend, and I made a couple of new friends along the way! After dinner, I knew I had been away from my “I don’t like bottles or solid foods” baby for long enough and he was probably starving, but I really wanted a photo with Ina May, so I awkwardly walked over to her table, and she graciously agreed!

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After dinner with Ina May

And here’s the part where I was so worried about “I don’t like bottles or solid foods” baby that I rushed out without paying for my drinks (sorry, Jeanine!). No worries, I paid her back 😉

Saturday, Book Signing

So one of the perks to paying to go to the dinner with Ina May was that we got to “cut the line” for the book signing the next day. This was awesome because we didn’t have to rush to get into the line, but I felt like the world’s biggest jerk walking by all of the ladies who were so patiently waiting to get their books signed (if any of you are reading this, I apologize! My wristband said I could do it!). The Chiropractor and “I don’t like bottles or solid foods” baby came along with me to this event because really my journey through birth was OUR journey through birth, and I felt like it just wouldn’t be right to not have them there.

We walked up to her table, and I turned into a blabbering idiot again: “Hi, I don’t know if you remember me, but I was at the dinner last night! My husband, oh this is my husband (pulling him closer), is the chiropractor that works with expectant moms…” She interjected, “Oh of course! Yes, I remember you! So glad you could bring the whole family!” At which point she signed my copy of Ina May’s Guide to Child Birth and we gathered around her for a picture. I remember someone saying, “Hold the book up so you remember which one she signed,” and since we were in front of the camera, I just did what people told me to do. As soon as the shutter went off, my own mind reappeared and I thought, “So I can remember which one she signed? How am I going to forget when I put this thing in a frame!” 😉 And then I remembered my thoughts from the night before–tell her something awesome about your birth!! “And this is my baby…well, my BIG baby…he was 9lbs 6oz when he was born and I had an 8 hour labor and no tearing!” “That’s great!” she said. Had she heard me? “No tearing! Some people think that it can’t be done, but it can!” (Did I really just say that to Ina May Gaskin?! Of course SHE knew it could be done! She trusts the birth process more than anyone on the planet! I didn’t have to tell HER that it could be done…and this is the part where I awkwardly walked away again!)

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Ina May Gaskin signs thechiropracticfamily’s copy of Ina May’s Guide to Child Birth!

Saturday, Ina May Talks on Maternal Mortality

I was really excited to listen to this talk. Truthfully, she could have talked about how to flip hamburgers, and I would have been excited (which she would never do…she’s vegan!). Another one of my perks for going to dinner was that I got to sit in the front row–yes, the FRONT ROW–I was ecstatic!

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That’s me! Second face in–on the front row!

What I loved most about this talk is that it wasn’t all that structured. She told the story of her first birth, of how she was getting ready to push and everything was going beautifully, and because of that hospital’s procedures, she was given medicine. The next thing she remembers, she woke up, not pregnant anymore. When they brought her baby to her room, she felt a total disconnect–wasn’t sure if the baby was hers because she felt no connection. She realized this wasn’t right. And thus began her journey.

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Tellings us her birth story.

She had a few hippie thoughts, but for me, I was surprised at how hysterical she was!

A few highlights:

  • When talking about sphincters, she talked about the importance of a woman’s body being relaxed and open. Women should be allowed to do what they feel is natural. She said, “It is hard for men to understand. They have a sphincter too, you know. It would be like going to the bathroom with them and yelling at them and telling them HOW they should poop–I bet it would be a lot harder for them and it would take a lot longer, too!”
  • Ina May was asked how to protect the perineum. And whether perineal massage works. Her answer: “Massage does nothing. I mean, unless it does something for you–I don’t want to get in the way of anyone’s fun! But a healthy diet, and movement–women need to move, to walk. And lots of water. And squatting. People in Asian cultures squat all the time: to clean the floors, to cook, to garden, to use the bathroom. Women should practice squatting. Here, I’ll show you:”
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Yes, this happened!

She also had some very amazing statistics:

  • When she became a midwife 40 years ago, forceps were used in 75% of all births (do what?!)
  • The c-section rate was less than 5% (the national rate is over 30% today; I know of a few DFW hospitals that have rates at almost 70%!)

She told stories of birth from around the world where doctors literally stand above the mother and PUSH the baby out of mom’s belly (ouch!) and in other places (like the Scottish Isles) where midwives travel all over to make sure a mother is given the best care possible (and OBs are not legally allowed to refuse to help midwives when asked).

She talked about the complications that mothers experience from unnecessary c-sections and inductions. She brought along her quilt that has one square for each mother who has died unnecessarily from MEDICAL childbirth complications (we are not living in Little House on the Prairie here, folks; it was amazing to hear how these women died simply because doctors are taught to rely on technology, rather than skilled training, and how they are taught to fear things like breech vaginal birth). By the way, she does not fault the doctors for this–they are learning what they are taught. She faults the system in which they are taught.

What amazed me most about the entire talk was her openness and lack of rebellion. I pictured her to be this renegade hippie who was going to say that hospital births were unnecessary, but she didn’t–not at all, in fact. She feels that maternal CARE is what is most important. Be it at home, in a birth center, or in a hospital. Every woman DESERVES that personalized attention (one-on-one, from someone who has become a friend and a support…not a professional running between 10 rooms to check on everyone), DESERVES to know that they are SO capable of birthing their baby (your body is not broken, your baby is not too big, breech birth is safe with someone who is trained to know what to do and who is not fearful of it), and DESERVES to be supported in her decisions. It is up to women to take responsibility for their birth, and to find the person to provide care that brings the sacredness back to birth and to the family.

She also gave some great resources for us to Google (which I have done for you):

  • She spoke on instinct, and how we are all mammals, but because of all of the interventions that have taken place over the last 40+ years, we are losing our instincts. We were instructed to check out the dramatic struggle for life on YouTube (**video contains live birth**)
  • As women, we’ve been taught to be afraid of some strange, natural things during birth–like pooping. She suggested reading the very funny article “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Pooping During Childbirth” by Tracy Moore
  • There is also much talk nowadays about women’s hips being too narrow or baby’s head being too large to “facilitate” birth, when in actuality, we were all designed this way. She suggested Googling “Human Bipedalism and Birth” for an explanation. Many of the scholarly articles are unavailable via the web, but here is a nice condensed article written for college students that I found.
  • She often referenced mammal birth, and said several times that birth is misunderstood because people don’t know what is normal. She asked us to check out “Chimp Birth Attica Zoo” to see a chimp mom finding her comfortable labor positions. (**video contains live birth**)
  • When Ina May spoke on maternal and infant mortality, she referenced the CDC Wonder Site.