Jan 28, 2010

Finding a New Obstetrician



Crunchy.

Yep, that's me.

I breastfeed, cloth diaper, eat whole grains, buy organic, drink raw milk, use herbs, and generally stay far, far away from medical intervention.  In fact, I can count on one hand the number of times our family has been to a doctor (outside of the OB's office) this year and last year combined.  Not that I hate doctors--some of my favorite people just happen to be doctors by trade--but I do prefer to treat as best as I can at home before running to the doctor's office for an antibiotic or some such thing.

So, WHY would I choose to go to an OB to have my babies when I could homebirth with a midwife--or at the very least, birth in a free-standing clinic with a midwife?

It all comes down to a simple phrase a dear La Leche League leader said to me as she helped me work through the trauma of my first c-section:

Have the best birth YOU can have.

(For more information on C-section trauma and what you can do to avoid another c-section,visit 
ICAN : International Cesarean Awareness Network)

 In 2000, I sought out a particular doctor specifically because I had heard she had a fantastic VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) rate.  I dearly wanted a VBAC and she was confidant I could do it.  Sure enough, 2.5 yrs after my first child was born via emergency c-section, we welcomed baby #2 via VBAC.  It was a beautiful experience--and a healing one.

After that, I had very little desire to go to anyone else.  I was connected to my doctor through the thick thread of birthing success.  I was having the best births I could have and I couldn't imagine going to anyone else.

And then it happened...

My doctor decided she would no longer be delivering babies.  I was devastated....to put it mildly.

By this point, we had shared 2 miscarriages, 4 live births, the death of my daughter, and I was in the middle of my pregnancy with Micah.  Looking back, I am so very thankful the last baby she delivered was the child that brought such healing to our family following our daughter's death.  The birth was traumatic and I wouldn't have wanted someone who didn't know our grief to have delivered him.

So, the search begins...

I have no expectations.  I shared a decade with this doctor.  Is there even the hint of a possibility that I could find something similar somewhere else?  I doubt it.  But, I'll make a good effort.  I'm setting up some appointments to meet other doctors. (honestly, I feel like a dork doing this...how do you judge a doctor in 30 minutes?)

Would I ever consider homebirth at this point?  No.  It just isn't in the cards for me.  And I'm okay with that.  I'm old enough now and have had enough children to know what I want and be pushy enough to get it...even in a hospital.

So, really, this search for a new obstetrician is all about me...and having the best birth I can have!

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Apr 1, 2009

My Birthing Journey



11 years ago, I delivered my first child via cesarean section at 3:02 pm. I had been in labor for 24 hours, but nothing particularly noteworthy until that morning at about 10:30 am. I had already been in the hospital for 5 hours and was going nowhere dilation-wise and beginning to be in serious pain. I was given an ultimatum--dilate by 1pm or begin prepping for a c-section. I was devastated.

In 2000, when I became pregnant with our 2nd child, I began scouring the internet for resources on Vaginal Birth After Cesarean (VBAC) and came across the International Cesarean Awareness Network (ICAN). I was desperate to birth the way women had been birthing for centuries. Finding ICAN was vindication.

Thus began my quest to find a doctor to take me on. Thankfully, the search was short and close to home. A doctor in the town where I delivered my first child was reported to have an awesome VBAC rate. She was more than willing to let me try.

For my first VBAC I did opt to be induced early. I know many would question this, but at the time I was willing to try anything and going from an 8# 15oz boy to a 7# 7oz girl was worth the risk of pitocin. However, dilation stalled out at 2 cm once again. This time no one gave me an ultimatum.

Although I had really wanted to go med-free, I decided to take the epidural. I didn't know what it would do, but I had to try something, anything to keep going. Amazingly, that began dilation. At 5:00 am, I pushed my baby daughter into this world! I was elated!

It was nearly 4 years before I would get the opportunity to VBAC again. In that amount of time, VBAC rules became stringent and rates fell. My doctor and her partner were the only doctors in that hospital willing to continue VBACing.

I asked a lot of my doctor during this birth. I declined the induction which meant she was at the mercy of my labor since the new rules stated she had to stay in the hospital for the entire labor. The new rules also strongly encouraged induction. I had to sign papers stating I was doing something against the grain that could potentially kill me. The anesthesiologist also had to stay on site since the hospital was not large enough to have an anethesiologist there 24 hours a day.

Still desperately wanting to avoid meds, I tried to figure out why I did not dilate until the epidural was in place. I was stumped, but not deterred from trying once again. I had proven I could VBAC, now I wanted to prove I could do it med-free.

My unpreparedness and a sunny-side-up 9# 14oz baby girl kept that from happening. But, I did have yet another VBAC under my belt.

A short 7 months later I was pregnant again. During this pregnancy, I lost my resolve to birth naturally. Still choosing to decline the induction, we watched my due date come and go. The morning after my due date, labor started in with my husband 3 1/2 hours away! Calm, cool, and collected man that he is, he decided to finish up what he was doing before making the trek back across the state to take little ole me to the hospital. Because of this, I learned how to birth med free.

No, it wasn't because he didn't make it on time; although, I did begin to wonder. It was because a friend of mine came to pick me up and take me to her house for a massage while I waited. She had had 2 Bradley births and as she massaged my back and belly through contractions, she gave me a crash course in relaxation techniques. The contractions picked up and I was still under control. However, once in the car on the way to the hospital, I was not so sure I could continue without the meds. Between contractions (now coming every 3 mins), I told my husband how my friend had rubbed my belly with each contraction and how it had kept my pain under control. "Can you do that??" I begged. He affirmed that he could.

And he did! After only 3 hours in the hospital, I VBACed our 4th child med-free into the hands of my husband! Both my husband and my doctor were profoundly instrumental in my accomplishing this. And of course, I am forever indebted to my friend.

My doctor, my husband and myself were all on Cloud 9 following baby's birth. My OB gave us a tour of the placenta at our request and came back the next day to reminisce with us. It was an amazing experience and finally, I felt whole again.

It took me 8 years and 3 VBACs to heal from a 6 inch scar.

It was only a short time later, I discovered I was pregnant again...Baby #5. After my experience with #4, I just assumed I would do it just like that. WRONG. Baby was stubborn about dropping into position. She flipped constantly, but finally landed head down the day before I went into labor. However, as labored started, I felt something was very wrong. My sides hurt tremendously. I could hardly move. And I didn't feel as though I was dilating. I finally decided we needed to go in.

When we got to Labor & Delivery, the nurse checked me and said, "I can't feel the baby." WHAT?! Those of you who know me personally know I don't hide babies. I'm the size of a house...trust me, there's a baby in there. But nonetheless, baby didn't seem to be where she was supposed to be. My doctor confirmed via ultrasound that baby was transverse breech .

Knowing my passion for VBACing, my OB offered two options: 1) C-section or 2)A version in the operating room under a full epidural. We took the second option and prayerfully and tearfully headed to the OR. While my OB leaned against my side, my husband prayed out loud right there in the OR that baby would turn. When we opened our eyes, my doctor said, "Something looks different. Get the sono machine!" Sure enough, there was baby Emily, head down. Doctor quickly broke my water to keep her in place and after some observation, we headed back to my labor suite. My doctor gave me the option of letting the epidural run out, but as I began to feel pain again, I did not think I could take it lying down, so to speak. The epidural and the stress had left me exhausted and numb. I had them keep the epidural in place and I proceeded to sleep through my entire labor. For the first time ever, I pushed without being able to tell I was pushing. But, it was all worth it as I VBACed for the 4th time a precious baby girl.

Seven months later, rather than anticipating another pregnancy, we had to set our minds to mourning the loss of our little Emily.

Amidst our grief, came a positive pregnancy test. We spent the next 9 months rejoicing and grieving simultaneously. And I wondered...my heart was broken...was my body?

I told my doctor I had to FEEL this birth. I was so medicated during Emily's birth that I felt nothing. I knew I needed to feel all the emotions and all the pain it would take to birth this child.
However, this pregnancy began to mirror Emily's. Baby did not want to stay head down. Finally, after going a week past my due date with no decent contractions and no success at keeping baby in the head down position, we opted to do a version and induce the morning of New Year's Eve. The rest of this long, drawn out story can be found HERE. But, suffice it to say, I did feel 17 hours worth of pain, but I did not push my little Micah into his daddy's hands and into this world. On New Year's Day at 12:18 am (yes, he was the first New Year's Baby in town!), my beloved OB reopened my 11 year old scar and pulled my 10# 6oz son from my womb.

But, this time it was different. I did not feel cheated. I did not feel angry. I had birthed 4 babies vaginally. I had had one fully med-free birth and another as far as I could humanly take it.

That day I began a new journey. Baby Micah is the last child of ours my doctor will ever deliver. That thought makes me heart sick (although I secretly hope she'll come visit us in the hospital when and if the Lord blesses us again.) Finding a doctor willing to VBAC in this day and age is a difficult task. We were blessed with an OB who not only took on the challenge, but became my biggest champion. We'll call her if another positive pregnancy test is in our future and she'll help us search out a doctor.

Will I VBAC again? Can I manage to Vaginally Birth After TWO Cesareans (also known as VBA2C)? These are all questions without answers right now. Only time will tell where my birthing journey leads from here.

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Jan 8, 2009

Introducing Micah Emmanuel!

As a note to all of you who wondered why I haven't updated...

It is a LONG way down to the basement where our computer resides!


Without further ado...

Introducing Baby Micah Emmanuel
Born New Year's Day 2009 @ 12:18 am
10# 6 oz
22.5 "




We arrived at the hospital on Wed 12/31 for monitoring. At 7 am, the doctors arrived and turned baby very easily. They started pitocin shortly thereafter. It didn't take much to get a good labor pattern going. I decided to lay down and rest between cntrx. Suddenly, I felt/heard a pop, but there was no leaking so I figured it was just a kick or something. However, when I got up to go to the bathrm, water came gushing! My first question was a frantic, "Is it clear???" The nurse said yes, but that there was a lot of vernix in it. So, that explained the murkiness.

I got up and bounced on the birthing ball and continued to lose a ton of water, but at some point labor stalled out (we had stopped the pit as soon as I had a good pattern going). So, dr. checked baby's position again and we started back in on the pit. However, it was only a short time b/f labor got intense. Dr. checked me again and I was a 3, but baby continued to be barely reachable.

It was at this point labor got intense. Ty kicked into high gear and we started the whole swaying, moaning birthing dance. At 4pm, I was a 4. At 5pm, I was a 5. But then I didn't feel like I could do it anymore. I asked for an epidural and told Ty I was done being a martyr.

My dr. and the anesth. showed up at the same time and my dr said I sounded like I was close to being complete. She wanted to check me b/f I committed to an epi. Well, I was a 7 (that meant I went from a 5 to a 7 in about 20 mins). So, I decided to try and stick it out. By 7pm, I was complete, but baby was still very high and I had that silly cervical lip.

I managed to push past the lip and push baby down onto the cervix, but 2 hours of pushing thereafter did nothing but wear me out.

Then baby's heart rate began to decellerate. I knew something was wrong by the way everyone was looking at the monitors. He was going from 170 to 60 w/ each contraction. Dr. would wiggle on his head as I contracted trying to get him to perk up. Next thing I knew I was on oxygen and laying there bawling. I held Emmy's bracelet and prayed and fought the fears.

The next option was to try an epidural and see if my pelvis would relax. By this point, I was in so much pain, the idea of an epi. was a welcome one. However, it took the anesth forever to get a good spot. She had to wait between cntrx and had to stick me 5 times.

It turned out to be the strangest epi I've ever had. I could still feel and move my legs, so in an attempt to get baby to move down, I pushed on all fours and squatting and moving as much as I could. Baby's heartrate was much better when I was pushing, so I felt much better about his safety. After 2 hours of this, I was starting to feel cntrx again and nothing had changed. I began to realize that there were no options left but a c-section. About 30 mins later, the dr. came to the same conclusion. I am glad I made peace with it before she came to me about it.

By this time, I was in excruciating pain again. They prepped me and got me to the OR and finally the anesth got there and gave me the surgical dose of epidural. At some point, someone in the OR said, "Happy New Year!" and I knew we'd pbly be the first New Year's baby!

I bawled through most of the surgery, but it was a good cry. I cried through my fears and cried for Emmy and cried for all the ups and downs of the past year. And then, baby Micah gave his first cry. I fell in love.

So, that's Micah's birth story. He has quite an incredible heritage!

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Dec 30, 2008

Update on Baby

Hi everyone. I imagine most of you never thought I would still be pregnant at this point, but I am.

Today, we had a dr's appointment I never intended to be going to and found out that baby is fully transverse breech (head on my right, buns on my left). My amniotic fluid is also murky, indicating that there is meconium in it. Thankfully, I have a lot of fluid, so this probability is not quite as bad as it would be if I had very little amniotic fluid.

So, we are staying near the hospital tonight because of baby's positioning and the chance of my water breaking causing an emergency situation. Tomorrow morning we will go into the hospital at 6:15am for monitoring and dr. will turn baby at 7am. After that, we will more than likely begin pitocin because this baby hasn't been known to stay put.

Please be praying that baby's vitals remain good through all of this and that things go well in all aspects of this baby's birth. I am trying very hard not to have any expectations at this point and just pray for a safe delivery whatever that may mean. We appreciate your prayers so much!

Ty & Amy

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Dec 25, 2008

Is It Possible?

Sorry to keep all of you in suspense, but my appointment on Tuesday went much better than expected! Baby was just barely off, so with a gentle nudge from doctor, the little one slipped into place. However, when she checked me, I had not made any more progress (still a 1). We decided that binding my belly at this point would probably only make me even more uncomfortable than I already am. Dr. felt like baby was staying pretty close to center anyway, so we opted to not bind my belly and let me go on my way.

This was very freeing to me. More so than I realized it would be. The less interventions I have, the more likely I am to be able to cope with the rigors of labor. I was very worried about what Tuesday was going to hold for me and the baby. I really wanted to know that when I started labor, it would be the "real" thing rather than some oddball contractions that started up because of interventions. I felt like I would be better able to tell the difference between real contractions and ones that would fizzle out after a few hours if they started up on their own.

So, here I sit at nearly 5am Christmas morning....wondering.

I tried going to bed a few hours ago, but contractions were waking me up and I just had a general uncomfortableness. So, I came down here to mosey around and see what a little distraction would do.

The contractions have definitely lessened in intensity, but they still continue to be about 20 minutes apart. Thankfully, I slept a lot today (or should I say yesterday), so I'm not really sleep-deprived. My husband has been so good about letting me sleep whenever, wherever lately. I just hope he's getting some good sleep tonight!

We've been praying for a Christmas baby. But, I know that doesn't necessarily mean we'll have one. I ask the Lord for whatever is within His will, but if He would consider a Christmas birthday for this little one that would make us ever so happy. We brought little Emily home from her first round of surgeries on Christmas Eve and she was able to spend her first and last Christmas at home with all of us. She was also born on a holiday (July 4), so it just seems perfect and wonderful to honor her memory with the birth of her little sibling on Christmas Day. Not to mention the fact that this little one represents hope for my husband and I. Baby Jesus was and is HOPE...I could not think of a better way to celebrate the One Who truly embodies our hope than with the birth of another blessing from the Lord.

So, I have my little Contraction Master up, and I'm timing them. I do not know if they will progress into full-fledged labor on this Christmas Day, but it would be a beautiful thing if they would.

I had about decided it just wasn't going to be Christmas Day despite my fervent prayers (and honestly, I could show up here tomorrow with a post entitled...False Alarm...or some such thing!) But, that is okay too. What I am really anxious for right now are the first rousings of my other children...the "wake up, Mommy! wake up Daddy!" in excited whispers. They are probably only a couple of short hours away!

God has given us an amazing gift by sending His son to save the people He created and loves. I am blessed no matter what! Many, many blessings to you this Christmas!

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Dec 16, 2008

Preparing for Baby

The little snowman calendar says, "There are only 9 days left until Christmas!" Little does he know that every time he counts down yet another day as my children clap with glee, he is counting down to this baby's due date...a due date that I'm just not sure I'm quite ready for!

My last Christmas baby was born in 2000 and was induced early. This baby will not be induced. So, how do you prepare for a baby that may very well make its appearance ON Christmas Day?

My answer up until today was DO NOTHING. However, as time presses on and the contractions pick up, I am realizing that doing nothing really isn't a good answer.

One thing I have been putting off is packing a bag for the hospital. With holiday events and such, there is no telling where we will be when this baby decides to make his/her appearance, so a bag is somewhat imperative. However, bags have always been hard for me to pack since you need so many of the things you put in there on a regular basis. But, tonight I did make a list of the items I needed to put in the bag. A good start for me.

I also finished the baby's blanket. This was a new one for me. I had two colors of chenille that arrived in a box of diaper fabric some time ago. There was not enough to make a robe or something like that so with a little brainstorming by some MOMYS friends, I decided to make a quilt. Now I have NEVER made a quilt. But honestly, it turned out quite well. Tonight I put the binding on and called it finished (now let's hope no one decides to look closely at it! lol) And yes, it is blue... ;o)

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We still need to put the legs back on the bassinet. We never put it away from Emily using it. However, when she used it toward the end of her little life, we did not have the legs on it. It has been sitting in the corner of our bedroom since her death.

Another thing we need to contemplate along the same lines is whether to use her swing or not. I am a very sight/sound/smell oriented person. After Emily's death, a friend was over and her son inadvertently turned on the swing. The sound of it going back and forth was more than I could handle. As soon as she left, I tore the swing down and packed it away so that could not happen again. I am not sure I will be able to bear that sound.

I also realized recently that I cannot put good ole Johnson & Johnson baby lotion on this baby. I put some on the other day and realized how deep the memories run with that one smell. We put copious amounts of baby lotion on her during her hospital stays, and when she died, the funeral director kindly ran to the store to buy us a bottle of lotion to put on Emmy before we dressed her. That smell belongs to her. So, I need to find a lotion that does not smell like that.

The car seat needs to be put in the van, but I hate to crunch the kids too early. They are already begging for a larger van...something that probably won't be an option until Spring.

So, those are my last minute projects. My tangible preparations if you will. But, tangible preparations are not all there is to preparing for a new baby.

In addition, there is an intellectual component. This is the part of preparing that involves reading, talking with others, and really researching the kind of birth you want, the kind of parent you hope to be. This is where a Birth Plan comes into play. However, one word of caution...midwives regularly attest to the fact that the mothers with the longest, most impressive birth plans are the ones who end up with the most interventions. Why? The only answer I've been able to glean is that a well-laid out birth plan often causes the mother to be unable to be flexible when a situation arises that is outside the parameters of her birth plan. When I told my OB that my plan was to not have a plan, she said she thought that was an excellent idea. No one truly knows how their birth will play out, and I would venture to guess that rarely does it follow the vision we've spent months hoping for. However, you still can have a wish list. It is good for your husband and your doctor to know what's on your wish list. Just as it is good to expect the unexpected and roll with it the best you can when/if it happens.

As far as what kind of parent you will be...well, I'll leave that up to you. If this is your first, you will more than likely do things much like your mother. If you've had a few little ones, you've probably stylized your parenting to something that better fits you and your family dynamics. I hestitate to tout one parenting style as better than another. The way our family does things works for us...it wouldn't work for someone who's life needs to be more scheduled or who's husband has different expectations than mine. You cannot expect the parenting style of Susie Whatsherbucket down the street to work for you if you do not live the exact same life she does. We all have things we must work around, concessions we must make, and life circumstances that prevent us from picking up the latest trend in parenting and fully adopting it as our own. So many mamas feel like failures because they can't seem to pull Parenting Style X off with 100% accuracy. So, here is where I give you full permission to ignore parenting labels and just be mama.

Another preparation we must all face is the physical side of things. There are all sorts of ways to prepare our bodies physically for the rigors of labor and delivery (birthing balls, red raspberry leaf tea, exercise, belly support), but ultimately those final days tend to be full of a whole lot of couch-sitting. Everything hurts, aches, keeps us up at night. So, the big physical preparation I do is simple relaxation. Relaxation is important no matter what kind of birth you will have. You need to know what relaxes you most. You need to know how to breathe deeply in times of stress. You need to know how to stay calm when things are tenuous. This is just as important during a natural labor as it is during a c-section and on into recovery afterward. I've even been known to use my relaxation techniques when they draw blood! Those early contractions that many of us deal with are a great place to start practicing our relaxation techniques. Mine have really picked up, so when I have one, I start breathing slowly and purposefully relaxing my stomach muscles that seem to tense naturally. I breathe in my nose and out my mouth and sometimes I even moan a bit if the contraction is particularly painful. I'll often close my eyes and find that by the time the contraction is over I am almost asleep I am so relaxed!

Lastly, is the emotional/mental side of birthing. We may not be able to fully prepare for the emotions we will be confronted with during labor and delivery and afterward, but we can take into account certain aspects of our lives that may give us a "heads up" if you will for what we may or may not encounter. What have been your past experiences? Has there been some trauma in your past that may come up?

For us, the obvious one is Emily's death. I know there will be many emotions to deal with from this one life-changing event and all I can do is be ready with verses committed to memory and prayers going with me.

What about the expectations of others or the expectations you have put upon yourself? Are there people in your life that you feel pressure from surrounding the birth of your baby? Maybe they think you should have stopped having children long ago, maybe they think there is only one way to birth and you'll feel like a failure if you do not have the birth they think you ought to have. When it comes to expectations, we have to be aware of what is important and what is not. One expectation I deal with is my stong desire for a VBAC. However, I have to understand that should it come down to my life or baby's life, a C-section may be needed. The important thing in that case is NOT the VBAC. So, take a look at the expectations put upon you. Which ones truly are important and which ones are not?

What about fears or hesitations you might have surrounding birth or raising a baby? The one I struggle with most is feeling as though I don't really know how to parent a baby. Yes, I know this is illogical because I have parented 5 babies and Emily's death had nothing to do with my parenting ability, but the fear is very real. I fear bringing baby home and not being able to trust my instincts. I fear the first time baby gets sick. I even fear losing myself to the fears because fearful is not how I would describe my parenting style, yet what if it becomes me? These are the things I must work through. In many ways, the only way to work through them is to go through them. Your fears may be something like fearing the pain of labor or fearing having a second child and not loving him or her as much as your first. As with my fears, the only real way to deal with them is be aware of them going into things and then deal with them as you go. The one thing you must avoid at all costs is dwelling on your fears. God is not the god of fear. You cannot allow your fears to consume you. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." Proverbs 3:5

Preparing for a new baby carries with it so many things, so many emotions. Much of it is only for us mamas to bear. Daddies carry their own set of preparations that often involve thinking ahead...much further ahead than the intial birth of our little ones. Yes, many of us are blessed with husbands who are fully engaged in our labors and deliveries, but the things they prepare for are more along the lines of cutting the cord and not dropping the baby. For us mamas, there is a much deeper connection with labor and delivery. It is good for us to prepare. It is good for us to consider the things that could affect our births. It is good to deal with as much as we can ahead of time and then acknowledge a point where all the preparations that we can possibly do have been done and now we must leave the rest to our Lord.

So, as that little snowman counts down the days until Christ's birth~~and I can only imagine what Mary must have been feeling those days leading up to her Son's birth!~~I pray that I find a point where I have prepared as much as I can and have found rest in the safety and comfort of my Lord's arms.

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Nov 9, 2008

A Refreshing Weekend

After the week I had last week, I decided to take a bit of a break and regroup.

I use the word "regroup" quite often when speaking of stepping back from things to take a look around and gather up all the bits and pieces of myself that have been spread about from project to project, thought to thought, task to task, circumstance to circumstance.

I know I sound a bit schizophrenic, but in all honesty, as a wife and mother there are times when I am spread very thin to the point where I begin to feel myself crack and bits and pieces of myself begin breaking off, so that when I pull away from a task or problem, I end up leaving a part of myself behind...always mulling it over, always living in that moment, never quite catching back up with the rest of me. The only way for me to bring those bits and pieces back together is to take a break from the everyday life so I can better see where I've been and where I'm going. Sometimes the every day becomes so "every day" that we lose track of where we are really heading because we are simply caught up in the day to day grind. I truly believe a change of pace is good for the mind, body, and soul.

So, this weekend, I took one these sabbaticals from the every day. My husband and I attended a La Leche League conference in a neighboring town. One of the sessions I attended on my own was called Preparing for Birth. Even though this is #6 for us, the circumstances surrounding this baby's birth have created a new scenario for me...one wrought with questions and fears (as I've shared previously). One of these looming questions is how am I going to handle this birth and the emotions that will undoubtedly be there? Something was said in this session that really struck a chord for me and I wanted to share it here.

One of the midwives leading the session talked extensively about different birthing scenarios she had encountered and how each related to being Intellectually, Physically, and/or Emotionally prepared for giving birth. In the story she told concerning a very emotional birth she mentioned that we have to consider who we are when we are our most vulnerable. What are some things we do? Do we pull away from everyone and prefer to be alone? Do we have a select group of friends and family we really need there with us in physical contact? Do we prefer support in the form of someone standing off to the side just being there? Are there certain people we NEVER call on in our times of need? Who are the people you do not mind seeing you at your most vulnerable? What/Who are you most comfortable with when you are feeling emotional?

These are all questions I am going to have to answer. In fact, these are questions my husband is going to have answer as well. We're in this together. This won't just be ME grieving and rejoicing...this will be him as well. So much of what she said made me realize that while I may not be able to map out every detail of this baby's birth (and by her advice no one really should even try), I can prepare in tangible ways for what I feel *may* happen. As she suggested, I have already alerted my OB to my feelings, my husband knows as well and we are working through just what I may or may not need during labor in the way of decisions and support, and now I am reading labor and delivery stories to help me gear up for the inevitable reality that I WILL give birth sometime in the next 6-8 weeks.

This is an exciting time. I must rely on the Lord and the support He sends me to enjoy what time I have left and the actual birthing process. Soon, I will hold a new little one. There will be healing resting in my arms that day. Not a complete healing, not a replacement for Emily, but a gift, a blessing, a very special link in the chain that makes up my life.

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Oct 30, 2008

Thoughts on Birthing Another Baby

I am 32 weeks. That means I am only a hop, skip, and a jump (with a few waddles thrown in) away from giving birth. I know having a baby during the holidays will also serve to speed things up immensely.

So, what are my thoughts as I approach this momentous occasion? Well, let's just say they are different from anything I have ever experienced before. I suppose in many ways this is yet another first. The first time I have given birth since losing Emily.

I have found myself not preparing much. I am afraid of planning too much because I know how things can change in a blink of an eye. I have no expectations. In fact, I almost don't think about giving birth at all and I never think about watching the baby grow up. I've had the best pregnancy I've ever had and feel I could stay pregnant forever. And in many ways, that would be easier. I know the emotions that will come with giving birth again are going to be hefty.

And then there are the fears. I fear bringing the baby home. What if I don't really know how to care for babies? This utterly ridiculous thought plagues me despite the fact that I have birthed and cared for 5 children and Emily's death had nothing to do with my ability as a mother. I fear the first time baby is sick. What if I have no intuition anymore? What if I can't handle even the tiniest of colds? What if this fear completely immobilizes me?

My prayer is that when the first real contractions make themselves known, that the Lord will put a hedge around me and I'll leave the fears and negative thoughts behind. I pray He'll be with me through everything...from labor and delivery to bringing the baby home to caring for this new little one. And I pray that all I do will glorify Him and show that I know WHO is in control.

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