Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

1/5/16

Our world lately...

A Science Lab with earthworms. I must admit, as much as the earthworms grossed me out, I loved these labs. We created a small compost and will observe their habitat (jar) for weeks. We presented different environments for the earthworms and observed that they prefer dark, cool, non-acidic surfaces.

When Liam starts saying things like "Dank-do" (thank you), then it's time for a blog update. This little cheese ball is a mess. He climbs on chairs, the table, the fireplace, the homeschool table-- anything, really, that is dangerous. Tonight I was reading to the older boys in the rocking chair and Liam was trying to climb **into** his crib. Not to go to sleep, mind you, but just for the sake of climbing something he shouldn't. He took a hard fall and got a bloody nose.

Our little Squish, as we so lovingly refer to him as, has a blossoming vocabulary. In the past week alone, he has started saying several new words. For months, his communication was limited to whining, with an occasional Daddy, bye-bye, or night-night thrown in the mix. This week he has added to his list of words: Dank-do (thank you), Daaaayseeee (Daisy), that, cheese, and done.

He loves reading books, but not always with me. Sometimes he just wants to be left alone to turn the pages when he wants and in whichever direction he wants. I have noticed, however, that he's becoming more curious and attentive as I read, so I'm trying to capitalize on his curiosity and read to him as much as he'll allow.

I was texting Rod and, apparently, Liam thought I was taking a picture of him. He said, "CHEEEEESE" and flashed this goofy grin. I laughed for 10 minutes straight.


Illness has bounced around our home since Christmas day. Pax was the first victim, next was Crew, followed by Liam. Paxton then had an awful cough, Crew's fever returned and Liam got the worst diarrhea. It has been a long twelve days, especially since Rod has worked the last six of seven nights. I will be grateful to have our health restored.



 

9/30/15

A typical day

Doorknobs.

They're helpful to have, in case you were wondering.




My wonderful offspring managed to remove a doorhandle and I haven't the slightest clue how. Or why?! I mean, really, why? What possibly could have motivated them to even consider such a task? I must admit, I'm impressed with their creativity and dedication to such a tedious task.

What I do NOT appreciate, however, is one of the little jokers closed the door rendering us helpless, caged humans, trapped inside our homeschool room. Thankfully, we were all locked inside together, with my cell phone, so I didn't have to go HULK SMASH on the door. Again. (It wouldn't have been my first door-slamming encounter.)

***Insert an angry phone call and Rod to the rescue.***

Fast forward several hours.

I needed a trip to Target. Not to buy anything, mind you. Just to "get away". Target is where women (mostly moms with young kids) congregate to have some alone time and rejuvenate. Or maybe that's just me? Regardless, I needed some Target therapy.

Only problem?

The husband was sleeping off the night shift, leaving me to rejuvenate at Target with my little people--the very people I need to rejuvenate from. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and so I grabbed a Dr. Pepper on my way out.

Just as I opened the can, I hear from the backseat Pax yell, "DIABETES!!!!!!! DIABETES!!!!"

So in addition to door-handle stealing thieves, I have nutritionist Nazi's. Wonderful!




9/9/15

Ramblings


 Today Liam turned 11 months and I'm feeling a {{momentary}} surge of motivation to revive our dying blog. After all, blogging serves as a great family journal while also keeping family and friends updated on our growing boys.

First update?

Homeschooling. We're nearly a month into our academic year and LOVING it. Seriously, loving it. The perks far outnumber the occasional troubles and frustrations we encounter. Having spent every single day with my boys from birth until this point, I thought I knew them well. And I was right. I do know them well, better than anybody else, no doubt. However, I'm learning even MORE about them because our time together is distinctly different in an academic setting. In one short month I've learned their learning styles, academic strengths and weaknesses and their preferences of small things. For example, Paxton prefers glue sticks and he's perfectly content with drawing pictures with his pencil. Crew delights in sharpening his pencil and learns his letters best with Play-Doh. The one-on-one time provides ample opportunity to learn more about their beautiful souls, hear more of what they're thinking and appreciate their innocence. And, goodness, they're hilarious.

I'm privileged to watch their capability to learn and comprehend broaden. As mothers to young babies, toddlers and pre-schoolers, we only see sporadic glimpses that indicate our efforts are worthwhile. But this age, however, is full of exciting growth and development. The years spent laying a firm foundation can be seen and enjoyed daily. It is fabulously gratifying.

I also love that I'm learning WITH them. I've always been a history nerd and, much to my surprise, Paxton has taken keen interest to the subject as well. History has provided many bonding experiences, and that is worth every sacrifice. He's our little sponge, soaking up details and facts of information.

Our little Crew is a delight to teach. He stays on task and beams when he completes an assignment. He so badly wants to be like Pax, so we bought him a Pre-School Handwriting Without Tears book. He calls it his "big boy book" and takes his work very seriously, being extra careful to color in the lines. He joins in when we make history or science projects.

And then there's Liam. The destroyer. Each day there's only one guarantee: Liam will tear apart the entire Homeschool room. It's his special talent.

Watching BYU's first football game of the season!


 Pax started attending his charter school this week. He goes one day for Circle Time for one hour and another day for Discovery Time for two hours. Being the social creature he is, I wasn't surprised when he reported that he LOVED it. It will be a wonderful resource for our family.

The Co-Op is functioning, although not exactly how I envisioned. My mentor, Laura, suggested I wait until the boys were older to start a Co-Op, but being eager (and mostly excited) to begin our Homeschool journey, I disregarded her advice. And lets just say I should have listened. It's more work than it's worth at this young age. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude, but I've learned that as a homeschool mom, you have to evaluate and eliminate if necessary. My time is scarce and my plate is full, especially now that Paxton's charter school has begun and the boys have wresting practice Monday-Thursday. I have a lot to consider and figure out.


In other news, Daisy celebrated her birthday on September 5! 

 

 I joined my church choir. I am thrilled to be singing again. I've missed it! There's something special about signing with a group of talented vocalists to an audience who appreciates it. For 6 years I've been singing to babies, toddlers and squirmy boys; they haven't always welcomed my gift. {{Deep sigh}}
 


 Pax is incredibly dramatic about his 2 loose teeth. They have been loose for SO LONG that his permanent teeth are growing in BEHIND the loose teeth. I am on the verge of scheduling a dentist appointment to have them pulled because seriously, it's beyond ridiculous. But then I realize how absurd it is to spend money on something that equates, at least in my mind, to a right of passage for children. I mean, isn't loosing teeth an exciting thing for kids?!

 I'll add loosing teeth to the list of "Things I Didn't Foresee As Being An Issue But Are A HUGE Undertaking, Apparently ".

 





Lest you assume I have favorite children, please know that Pax has decided, as of Monday, that he doesn't like the Ninja Turtles "because Shredder says bad words like 'hate and stuff'." He's informed us that he's "a Star Wars guy", a complete surprise to us considering he hasn't seen Star Wars. To be fair, he hasn't seen any Ninja Turtle movie either, only some old cartoon episodes from the 90's.

7/15/15

Crew's Primary Talk


Crew gave his very first talk in Primary on July 5, 2015!  Unfortunately, the microphone wasn't working making it hard to hear him. He did his very best to speak clearly and with conviction. We were so proud to see our baby share the things he knows about Jesus Christ.

 

Jesus came to Earth to be an example.

When Jesus was little, he learned how to pray. I can pray like Jesus.

Jesus was baptized. I can be baptized like Jesus when I turn 8.

Jesus was loving. I can be loving to my family and friends.

Jesus was forgiving. I can forgive others.

Jesus gave us the Sacrament. I can take the Sacrament and think about Jesus.

I love Jesus and want to follow His example.

6/28/15

My little ones

Salt Lake City, July 2014

Tonight I'm feeling nostalgic.

In the year since we took these photos, we have experienced a lifetime worth of memories and emotions. Fond memories, painful lessons, triumphant moments, overwhelming joy mixed with trials and difficult decisions. There were moments where I felt close to God and could clearly see the path He had illuminated for our little family. Other times it felt that a mile-thick brick wall separated me from Him and His divine guidance.

The gift of time has granted me experience and wisdom. The older I get, the more I treasure time with my young family because these years are fleeting. I so badly want to cling to these young, chaotic years because they are beautiful in a very, VERY exhausting way.

This afternoon as I laid Liam to sleep, I stood over him for a few minutes, letting the image of his chubby cheeks pressed against his mattress and his squishy toes soak into my memory. I take lots of pictures. I wish I took more, honestly. But I didn't want a picture to remember that moment; I wanted that image of him sleeping peacefully etched in my memory forever.

I never want to forget the look of concern on Paxton's face when I told him my tummy was aching, to which he so lovingly replied, "I can rub it for you, Mama."

I never want to forget Crew sitting in my lap, discovering my "speckles" (freckles) with enthusiasm.

I never want to forget the loud vrooming and crashing noises the boys make when they play with legos or trains.

I never want the piles of little unmatched socks to disappear from my bedroom floor.

I want the slobber-covered mirror stains to remain, because then I'll remember Liam making-out with his own reflection.

I never want to forget when they whisper that they want to marry me because such a secret is manifestation that I'm doing something right.

My life has turned out to be NOTHING I expected, especially the surrounded-by-boys part, but I wouldn't change a thing.

July 5, 2014-- Salt Lake City Temple


Crew at Paxton's Pre-School graduation, May 2014

Apple Hill, October 2014



Apple Hill, October 2014


2/9/15

How the Mommy Wars interfere with Spirit-Driven Parenting

I read this earlier and absolutely loved it. It lead me to ponder the modern day Mommy Wars and give some of my thoughts on the matter.




In my short 5 years of parenting, I have seen and, sadly at times, engaged in the Mommy Wars. Any mother can attest to how ugly the modern day Mommy Wars have become. The Mommy Wars encompass so much: Breast-feeding or Formula. Cloth or Disposable. Epidural or Natural. Homebirth or Hospital. Homeschool, Public school or Private school. Family size: one child or a dozen. Stay at home mom or working mom. Organic or Non-Organic. Which extracurricular activities are best. Which discipline method is right. The list is endless.

I can only imagine that it grieves our Father to see His daughters bickering and at war with each other. When we engage in Mommy Wars, supposing that *our way* is superior, then we fail to acknowledge that Heavenly Father is the author of diversity and individuality.  Is the Earth He created not full of variety? Did He not create us individually, giving to us unique talents, struggles and circumstances?  How can there be absolutes in parenting when there is neither a parent or child in the entire universe that is the same? How can we suppose that our parenting methods are the truth, the full truth, and nothing but the truth?

Mommy Wars achieve little except hurting feelings, wounding hearts, planting seeds of self-doubt and self-contempt. These Mommy Wars are precisely what Satan desires because when we are enlisted and trudging through the battle of judging, criticizing, condemning and hating we are ultimately distracted from our most sacred calling as Mothers. Distraction is a clever tactic of Satan's devised to lead our passions, our minds, our time and energy towards eternally insignificant matters.

But what about our sensitivities to the Spirit and these Mommy Wars? How can we feel the influence of the Spirit assisting in the difficult parental decisions we must make when we engage in Mommy Wars? In short, we cannot. Remaining true to our Christian principles is the only way the Spirit can be with us. Jeffrey R. Holland has said that "the Spirit has a near-impossible task to get through to a heart filled with hate or anger or vengeance or self-pity. Those are all antithetical to the Spirit of the Lord." In essence, we don't just hurt others when we engage in Mommy Wars; we also hurt ourselves. We distance ourselves from a loving God and the guidance of the Spirit.

Let us never forget what Christ taught Simon Peter: "Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat. But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren." (Luke 22:31-32) Of these Mommy Wars I can only imagine that he would say the same.

First, SATAN DESIRES TO HAVE YOU. Never forget that. Never doubt that. He is real and very cumming. By enlisting in these Mommy Wars, he has captured our hearts. When we abandon Christ's admonition to love our brethren and sisters as ourselves by shaming or gossiping or judging, then we are in error, which is precisely what Satan desires. He wants to pit daughters of God against each other. Her verses you. Them verses us. This is how he sifts us as wheat, as the scriptures say, and by sifting us, he has distanced us from our Father and His inspiration.

Second, STRENGTHEN YOUR SISTERS, your fellow mommy friends. The Lord doesn't say to strengthen your sister by first judging, berating, or scolding. No. Strengthen her by loving her. Love her as Christ loves her--differences in parenting and all! Strengthen her by accepting her. Accept where she is in her mothering journey. Accept that her journey is different from yours. Strengthen her by celebrating her. Celebrate her individuality and all the things she does well. Celebrate her efforts to do what is best for her family even if it looks different from your family.

I rejoice knowing that our Father has promised His help, especially when it comes to raising children. He will give us individualized help for each individual child, if we choose to SEEK after His help.

Members of most Christian faiths, including mine, believe in personal revelation. We believe that we can ask God for help SPECIFICALLY for our own family. We believe that He will send answers.

Do you believe this is true for you? And if it is, is it also true for your neighbor? And if God is speaking to you AND your neighbor, do you believe...possibly...He could be guiding you in DIFFERENT ways as parents?

The essence of Spirit Driven Parenting is found in 1 Corinthians 2:12: "Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God."

The spirit of the world is about trend.

But the spirit of God is about truth.

No matter what parenting method or issue is popular for families at the moment, God is waiting to reveal truth to you about YOUR family. Because God chose YOU to be the parent of a specific child, He will make sure you have the answers needed for that child. And not only will God's plan differ from family to family, but it may very well differ from one of your own children to the next. This is why parenting MUST be driven and guided by the spirit and not the world. --Whitney Permann of Mercy River

Spirit Driven Parenting. I absolutely love that.

There is only One whose opinion should matter. There is only One who knows best for our families. 


1/12/15

Living with Liam: 3 months



Liam turned three months on January 9th-- my birthday. He brings our home so much joy. He's relatively laid back, a decent night sleeper, a not-so-great napper (but he's getting better), and overall a happy baby. I'm currently his favorite person in the entire world, probably because we spend so much time together.  He's usually a huge fan of Rod's, unless you catch him on a grumpy day.  He smiles at Pax and is terrified of Crew. Crew loves Liam a little too much and too rough.

At 3 months, Liam loves:
  • Cuddling
  • Nursing
  • Being held
  • Having his diaper changed
  •  Having his bum patted to sleep
  •  Napping in the Ergo
  • Bathtime
  • Nuzzling his face into your arm/chest while being held
  • Bouncing to sleep
  • Playing on his play-mat (sometimes)
  • His swing (sometimes)
  • Listening to the same music I listened to while pregnant with him. We call it "his" music.
 Liam hates:
  •  Tummy time
  • His carseat
  • Waiting his turn for Mommy's attention
  • Strangers
  • Playing on his play-mat (sometimes)
  • His swing (sometimes)
  • When Mommy sings while he's nursing
Other things about Liam
  • He chews on his hands
  • He blows bubbles
  • He talks and coo's 
  • He giggled for the first time with Rod
  • He bats his pudgy hands at toys
  • He kicks in delight when he's excited
  • He hates being swaddled, but can't sleep un-swaddled
  • He's wearing 6 and 9 month clothing
  • He can squeeze into some 3 month bottoms
  • When he wears disposable diapers, it's in size 2
  • He had his first huge, need-a-bath blow-out diaper today






We won "Worst Behaved Family At Church Award"



Yesterday's Sacrament Meeting was a disaster. Toward the end of the meeting, I thought of my dear friend, Beth, who has five successful and outstanding children. Beth and her husband Dave are amazing. So amazing, in fact, that they were asked to serve as Mission President for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Arizona. 

I thought of the time a few years ago when Beth and I talked about the difficulty of raising young children. Imagine my surprise when this amazing woman, whom I adore and admire, told me that Sacrament Meeting for her young family was called a Parade. In and out of the chapel they went, one after another, up and down the aisles. I was shocked. And then I laughed. And then I felt a wave of relief wash over me. If this amazing mother could have a parade each Sunday with her young children, then so could I. Yesterday we put on an especially colorful display for our fellow church friends.

This post is dedicated to all the mothers and fathers who feel their kids are terrible. You'll soon realize that mine are worse. Life is too short to pretend my kids are perfect. Yesterday they were perfectly ridiculous, though.



 Everything started great. And then Paxton had to poop. Rod took him to the bathroom. While those two were away, I tried to keep Liam's fussing to a minimum. He wanted to nurse, or stand or do anything besides sit on the pew with me. I couldn't leave Crew unattended, so I waited for Rod to return.

And I waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Liam was red-faced and on the verge of screaming at this point. I whispered to Crew that we had to take Liam out. He reluctantly followed, pouting all the way because he didn't want to leave his toys behind.


We paced the halls looking for the missing husband and five year old. I even sent Crew into a Men's bathroom. Where the heck had they gone?

I text Rod.

No reply.

Liam was becoming frantic. I needed to find a quiet, preferably dark space to nurse him.  The mother's lounge had reached maximum capacity. I walked into the dark kitchen, but realized that wasn't going to work because Crew was hanging from the counters, complaining about wanting to return to his toys.

I called Rod. Where had he gone? 

Ain't nobody got time for a missing husband in times such as this.

He text me back.

Paxton clogged the toilet.

Seriously.

Clogged. The. Toilet.

Typical.

Now he and Pax were back in the chapel, I was informed. How had we missed each other? I quickly walked Crew back to the chapel, informed him that he would walk by himself up the aisle, straight to Daddy. No talking. No running. No ninja karate chops. No weird (boy) noises. Just quiet walking.

I watched from the door as he walked to Rod. The chapel was filled with the beautiful sounds of singing; somebody was singing a solo. Who? I wouldn't be able to tell you. My eyes were glued to the three year old making sure he didn't do a cartwheel up the aisle.

He reached his destination.

Quietly, might I add.....

...... Until he turned around in the middle of aisle, toward the front of the chapel (of course), made eye contact with me, pointed toward Rod and YELLED, "MAMA! DADDY'S RIGHT HERRRRRRRE! Riiiiiiiiiight heeeeeeeeeere." My pointer finger reached my lips to make the SHHH motion in record time. I was nodding my head vigorously, hoping my body language would convey, YAY! You made it. Now go SIT DOWN AND SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! But to no avail. He thought I was lost, apparently. He began walking up the aisle to help me. Rod grabbed him and I left the doorway to deal with the fuss bus (Liam).


Liam finished nursing. I walked back toward the chapel and ran into my three ding-dongs in the hall. WHY were they in the HALL AGAIN?? Apparently they had to use the bathroom. Again!

Rod stayed behind in the foyer with Liam, who insisted he be held standing, while I walked back inside the chapel with the older boys, for the millionth time. By this point, the meeting was coming to an end. Sure, we had missed 95% of the meeting, but we lived and it was almost time to go home. One second the boys were quietly gathering their toys, the next second they were engaged in a battle.

Paxton wanted to color-coordinate his toys: green army men at the bottom of the container, purple monsters on top. Crew didn't miss an opportunity to provoke his brother by mixing the colors. And thus World War 3 ensued.

We had TWO verses of the hymn remaining. TWO! And the prayer! We were *thisclose* to crossing the finish line. I really didn't want to take them back outside yet again. I bent over, tried to make peace, physically separated them, and hissed death threats in their ears.

It didn't work. The three year old was unrelenting.

And so he was physically escorted outside, yet again, kicking and yelling "Noooooooo!!! Don't touch meeeeeeeee! I'm sooooooooooooooorrrrrrry!!! I will liiiiiiiiisten."

{{Insert slow clap}}



There, in the foyer, stood Rod. Actually, he wasn't standing. He was bouncing. In his arms was a ticked off baby.

With clenched teeth, I told him that I was done and handed him the three year old, who at this point was hysterical. I marched back into the chapel for the millioneth and first time, my eyes fixated on the five year old who was in equal amount of trouble. I didn't have to say a word. He knew from The Mom Look that it was game over. He bowed his head, hung out his pouty lip and sat quietly until the prayer ended.

So if you're having a hard day, rest assured knowing that we won the Worst Behaved Family At Church Award. 









10/26/14

Why Homebirth?





Before I tell Liam's birth story, I feel that I must first talk about our decision to have a homebirth.  I'm not seeking to justify my decision because it's not a decision I need others to love or agree with. I think, however, homebirth needs a voice.  Less than 2% of all births in the United States take place outside the hospital (source), either in a birth center or at home.  It's no wonder that people nearly have a heart attack once they learn we had our baby at home. On purpose.

We fear what we don't understand. The anti-homebirth voices often silence the minority of women who choose to deliver outside of the hospital because they are loud, spew hate, and misconstrue facts and statistics for their benefit.

I won't cower any longer hoping that nobody will notice that we had our son at home.

Yes, we had a homebirth. 

This doesn't make me better than women who deliver in the hospital, but it certainly doesn't make me uneducated, naive or reckless.  I'm not brave. Rodney wasn't coerced into this decision. Together, we simply made a different, less common choice based on research and much prayer.


I won't defend homebirth. I think the statistics speak for themselves, which state that homebirth is a safe, alternative option for low-risk women who hire a competent midwife or obstetrician. (And, yes, there are obstetricians who deliver at home; I met with one through this pregnancy. She collaborates with my midwife.) 

I realize that we can look at the exact same research and come to different conclusions. Where and how we have our babies is a personal decision. 

This is simply my journey.

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Paxton was born by cesarean. It was a very traumatic experience and after requesting my hospital records and nurse's notes months after his birth, we discovered that it was an unnecessary cesarean. Sadly, we were mislead by the on-call doctor. My labor notes indicate that my cesarean was my request, which was an absolute blatant lie. I later learned that our hospital had one of the highest c-section rates in the Dallas/Fort Worth area.

I was told repeatedly throughout my pregnancy with Paxton, labor, delivery and at my postpartum checkup that Pax was too big to deliver vaginally. Ironically, he has been our smallest baby at 8lbs 14oz. Crew was 10lbs born at 39 weeks with a head and shoulders in the 99th percentile. Liam was 9lbs 2oz born at 37 weeks, 2 days.

After pouring over research, I knew I wanted to have a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean).

Why VBAC?

Longer-term impacts relate to both future reproductive capacity and a woman’s ongoing health. A cesarean section puts a woman at higher risk for future ectopic pregnancies, including a type known as “cesarean scar pregnancy” that develops within the scar from a past c-section. Her future fertility is lower than a woman who has a vaginal birth. In future pregnancies, a woman who has had a cesarean is more likely to experience serious problems with the placenta – for example, growing across the cervix (placenta previa) or into the scar (placenta accrete), or coming apart from the uterus too early (placental abruption). And the scar in her uterus is also more likely to open, whether she has a vaginal or cesarean birth. Uterine rupture is commonly attributed to vaginal birth: we need to recognize that nearly all cases in more affluent countries occur in women who have had a cesarean. The evidence that we reviewed found that babies from future pregnancies are more likely to die before or shortly after the birth if the mother has previously had a cesarean section. Pre-term birth and low birth weight may also be concerns. And future babies appear to be at increased risk for a physical abnormality or injury to their brain or spinal cord. Investigators have hypothesized that these problems are due to “placental insufficiency.” The likelihood of a number of these future reproductive harms increases as the number of previous cesareans increases. Fortunately, with just one or two previous cesareans, most of these outcomes occur infrequently. Unfortunately, however, most of these are serious and even life-threatening for mothers and babies. Many pregnancies are unplanned, and some women who don’t intend to have more children change their minds. And a growing number of pregnant women lack access to vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC), which leaves them no choice but repeat cesarean. Moreover, there are other longer-term effects of cesarean on women, beyond childbearing, that appear to be a consequence of scarring and adhesions that often accompany surgery. Women who have had a cesarean are at increased risk for chronic pelvic pain and for bowel obstruction, and the tough adhesion tissue can complicate procedures that a woman may need in the future, such as gynecologic surgery. (Found here).




Throughout Crew's pregnancy I discovered I-CAN (International Cesarean Awareness Network) and watched The Business of Being Born while also learning more about birth in the United States compared to birth throughout the world. I started to ask questions, like why is the United States the only developed country in the world with a rising maternity mortality rate? (Source here.) Why is the United State's maternal death rate triple the rate of the United Kingdom, or even double the rate of Saudi Arabia? (Source here.) Why is C-section rate in the United States more than double the rate recommended by the World Health Organization? (Elaboration here and here.)  Women in the United States are 70% more likely to die in childbirth than women in Europe (source here). Why?

The United States spends the most on maternity care than anywhere in the world (source here), yet our outcomes are a disaster. I came to the conclusion that, perhaps, in this setting, more isn't better. We spend copious amounts of money, use more machines, perform more procedures on low risk mothers, induce more without medical necessity, and intervene in the birthing process more.  

We considered an out of hospital birth-center birth and interviewed midwives. To change providers that late in pregnancy, however, was too costly, so we stuck with our hospital birth plans.

Crew had his own plans, though. From my first contraction to feeling the urge to push was about 2.5 hours, something I hadn't anticipated or expected based on my labor pattern with Pax. My doula, after Rod called her and let her know I needed to push, called a few midwives she knew and thankfully two midwives were in our area that morning. They made it to our home before Crew was born. Everybody was happy and healthy and I was left awe-struck by the whole experience.

From the very beginning of this pregnancy, we wanted a homebirth. Our experience with the midwives at Crew's very unplanned birth laid the foundation, but what solidified our decision was an early appointment with an Obstetrician.  She was horrified by the size of our babies. She spoke in great detail of every complication and tragic outcome that could occur, conveniently forgetting, of course, to mention how incredibly rare such complications were, especially since I had already delivered a 10lb baby.  She was digging up in fear everything I had planted in faith.

I left that appointment in tears; I had always been and would always continue to be a liability in the eyes of these providers. Rod was fuming. He was growing tired of the fear-mongering, aggressive, non-evidence based care being offered. We knew delivering vaginally in the hospital would be an absolute uphill battle. We left the hospital that day and never looked back.

We found a fabulous Certified Nurse Midwife here in California who has years of experience in both the hospital and homebirth setting. We loved her model of care, we loved the hour long appointments we shared, and we loved having her personal cell phone number to use whenever we needed. I never felt rushed or flustered at appointments. I never left appointments in tears or consumed in panic like I had with my previous pregnancies. We focused on keeping me low risk by eating a very high protein diet and getting adequate exercise.  We talked at length about my fears, concerns and reservations I had, all rooted in my traumatic experience with Paxton. We felt safe with her wisdom, skills and experience. We laughed. We hugged. We forged a friendship that will forever be near my heart.


Our decision isn't right for everybody, but it was the perfect choice for us. 

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VBAC information:
  1. 13 VBAC myths. Found here
  2. I'm pregnant and want a VBAC. Now what? Read here.  
  3. A women-centered, evidenced based resource on VBAC. Found here
  4. VBAC support groups. Found here
  5. ICAN: International Cesarean Awareness Network. Education, Support and Advocacy. Found here.
  6. The Unnecesarean: Pulling back the curtain on the unnecessary cesarean epedemic. Here.
  7. American College of Obstetrics & Gynecolgoist's stand on VBAC, found here.
    1. "Attempting a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) is a safe and appropriate choice for most women who have had a prior cesarean delivery, including for some women who have had two previous cesareans, according to guidelines released today by The American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists."- July 2010

 Childbirth Information:
  1. Evidenced Based Birth. Get the research evidence on birth into the hands of mothers and families, inspiring them to make more informed decisions about their care during childbirth. Found here.
  2. Learn the Cesarean rates in your area, here.
  3. Mother's Advocate Blog: Informing women on safe and healthy birth. Here.
  4. Science & Sensibility: Research about healthy pregnancy, birth and beyond. Here.
  5. The Unnecesarean: Pulling back the curtain on the unnecessary cesarean epedemic. Here.
  6. Watch the Business of Being Born trailer here. Or to watch the entire documentary, which I recommend, it can be found here

Homebirth Information:

  1. Homebirth safety: Critical Appraisal of the Literature found here
  2. 24 of the best available studies on planned homebirth and maternal fetal outcomes found here.
  3. Why this Yale trained Physician would choose homebirth again, found here
  4. This study, which examines nearly 17,000 courses of midwife-led care, is the largest analysis of planned home birth in the U.S. ever published. Read here.  
  5. Why homebirth: An in-depth discussion, found here
  6. Journal of Midwifery & Women's Health: Outcomes of care for homebirth, 2004-2009, found here
  7. Pregnancy outcomes of 1707 women, who enrolled for care between 1971 and 1989 with a home birth service run by lay midwives in rural Tennessee, were compared with outcomes from 14,033 physician-attended hospital deliveries derived from the 1980 US National Natality/National Fetal Mortality Survey. Found here.
  8. An honest look at HBAC (Homebirth After Cesarean). Found here.
  9. Maternal outcomes of planned homebirth vs. planned hospital birth. Found here
  10. Outcomes of planned homebirth with certified midwife: large prospective study in North America. Found here.  
  11. 2008 homebirth study conclusion: homebirth is an acceptable alternative to hospital for low risk pregnant women and leads to reduced medical intervention. Found here.  
  12. Discussion on why Doctors, Nurses and other medical professionals are choosing homebirth. Found here.
  13. Watch Why Not Home documentary trailer, here. This is a documentary exploring risk, safety, and the experience of childbirth in America.
  14. Watch the Business of Being Born trailer here. Or to watch the entire documentary, which I recommend, it can be found here
  15.  



9/10/14

You're Coming!!

We're nearing the end of this pregnancy. It's well past time to talk about the beginning.

As I already blogged about (here), the significance of this baby's due date is nothing shy of a miracle. Really, a reminder of a loving God who watches over all of His children.

February 2014
I didn't know I was pregnant. It wasn't POSSIBLE for me to know that I was pregnant.  As I walked to the boy's room to put them to sleep, the Spirit spoke to my mind in these words: "Your due date will be October 31".  
I was overjoyed at the prospect, especially because of the significance that day held to me, but as the days crept on, I began to doubt. Was this voice in my head my own? Was my desperation filling my mind with false hope?

I didn't want my sadness to ruin Valentine's Day, so I skipped testing altogether.

February 15, 2014
A cheap pregnancy test at just 9 days past ovulation revealed the SLIGHTEST hint of a line, or so I thought. I held it from every angle, unconvinced, but wondering if I should use a better, more expensive pregnancy test. I hesitated, convinced that my eyes were deceiving me.

 
Curiosity eventually got the best of me; I needed certainty. I walked to the bathroom counter to retrieve the test, my hands shaking. As I waited for the results to appear, I sat on the toilet preparing myself to be let down once more. I tightly gripped my phone, hands still shaking, being tortured with the passage of time.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity.

My stomach was in a knot. I wanted this baby desperately. My head was swirling with the words the Spirit had spoke to my mind just the week prior. It was so clear and unmistakable: "Your due date will be October 31".

I forced myself to look at the test.

Positive pregnancy test. 9DPO (Days Past Ovulation)

POSITIVE!! Faint, as I expected that early, but positive nonetheless. I could hardly contain myself. I was overjoyed. There was crying, jumping up and down, grinning, shaking, and more happy tears. I immediately prayed and thanked my Heavenly Father for our precious gift because I realized that this was HIS gift to us. A gift with a very personalized and miraculous due date.

I took the above picture with my cell phone and sent it to my sister, who was just a few weeks pregnant herself. We briefly talked about how I should tell Rod. I settled on a cheesy sign that I made in 2 whole minutes and had Pax deliver it to him while he was in the other room. He came in our room, grinning, to confirm that he was understanding. He held me while I sobbed the most happy, thankful, and excited tears.

Happy {late} Valentine's Day!
Days later, a positive digital pregnancy test.
I nervously waited for the weeks to pass until I could confirm that this baby would be staying with us. Throwing up wasn't easing my mind much. Given our history, I needed to SEE the baby and the heart-beat. Finally, on March 25th, we had our ultrasound and saw a healthy beating heart and the most adorable round squishy growing as expected.

My heart was at ease. 

I could finally let the world share in our joy.

I felt reassured that YOU were actually coming.



8/29/14

To my little Pax


On this day five years ago, I was unprepared for the depth of love my heart could feel for such a demanding, squishy, adorable little boy. I was 38 weeks pregnant and utterly miserable. Bell's Palsy, swollen feet, sciatica, heartburn and a host of other late pregnancy discomforts had become part of my pregnancy journey.

It was hard. 
It was hysterical.
It was special. 
It was a blessing. 
It was ALL worth it.

We ate lunch with my best friend from high school and her beautiful mother. Daddy drove their BMW because we both knew it would probably be his only opportunity to drive such a beauty. I sat in the passenger seat, on a towel, just in case my water broke. 

We eventually said our good-byes.

Night came. 
Braxton- hicks contractions started, like they always did. 
We went to bed, unaware of your plans.

In the early morning hours, you decided it was time. Time to leave your Heavenly home and join our family. Time to begin the life that I'm sure your Father prepared you for. Time to say goodbye to those who loved you, tutored you, came before you and those who would be coming after you.


And then you came. All 9 pounds of you. 
You came fast and furious.
You were the most beautiful newborn I had ever laid my eyes on.


In an instant, my world changed.
I embarked on the most soul-stretching year of my life: becoming a mother.
Learning.
Growing.
Crying.
Researching.
Breastfeeding.
Worrying.
Praying.
Regretting.
Laughing.
Yawning.
Bending.
Holding.
Teaching.
Rocking.
Singing.
Reading.
Loving.

Today, I watched your First Year video. 
I sobbed. 
It was such an ugly cry that I had to re-shower and get a grip.
Where does the time go?





I miss that chubby face. I miss those fat rolls. I miss that laugh, the squeals, and even all of those late-night feedings.

 Just as you came into this world, you've grown fast and furious. 

Happy 5th Birthday, little man!