Monday, December 30, 2013

And To All A Goodnight

I've fretted over this post. Not sure why.
      Last post of the year? I thought, "maybe I should write about semantics again because it's a topic I find extremely important and powerful." - I worried it wouldn't be good enough.
      Trying to keep a good rhythm of four posts each month? Eh, it's not a like I have a google followers; "a google" as my son would say. You know I've actually heard a number of young children lately refer to google as if it were a number, presumably a large number.
      I thought about picking a few of my favorites from this year and then highlighting them. - In the flurry of Christmas and getting ready to open the boutique, I just haven't had the time for that. On a more positive note, I have had time to clear my house of Christmas decorations! I know, that should sadden me but I really felt the weight of Christmas chaos in terms of decorations this year. I also had one of the best Christmas holidays I can remember this year! I got to see all of the family I wanted, I didn't have to miss any celebrations I desired to attend, the children were absolutely marvelous to watch opening gifts and such, the food was awesome, my eldest still believes in Santa and we all enjoyed celebrating the birth of our Savior! But... the decorations... they were just too much for me this year. I took to throwing out all of my glass ornaments because with a 15 month old and tile floors, why bother trying? I only got about half way through putting up the rest of the ornaments and didn't even touch the box of handmade's and the kids' first Christmas ones because with an almost toddler,
that looks something like this:
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Next year, I'll just do this :)

Pull ornament out of box
Admire it
Put ornament on tree
Pull ornament out of box
Admire it
Put ornament on tree
Pick up ornament from the ground
Replace it on the tree
Pull ornament out of box
Admire it
Put ornament on tree
Pick up ornament from the ground
Replace it on the tree
Pick up other ornament from the ground
Replace in on the tree
Scavenge to pick up all of the ornaments suddenly dumped on the floor while the dog thinks it's play time!

Well, folks - I think I'll call this my final blog post for the year! Thanks for reading and I'll see ya next year!

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Meet the Photog {A Birth Circle Event}

This December YC Birth Circle featured local photographers - just in time for Christmas, they had gift certificates available. This event allowed moms to see the work of our local talent, get to know the photographers a bit more, to fall in love with birth photography, nursing sessions, maternity and more, and find a photographer whom they could trust to capture that moment. Verde Valley featured Chance Pedersen of Perfect Chance Photography and Crystal Billington of Aniron Photography. Enjoy a glimpse into what they shared...

Meet Perfect Chance Photography! Chance specializes in birth photography but also has a passion for capturing the beautiful moments between a nursing baby and mother! With beautiful packaging and creativity, she is a gem true gem. 



Meet Aniron Photography!  Crystal has a magical way of capturing stunning and unique maternity photos. She is also quite talented in creating wonderful family photos and who can resist the adorable newborn moments that she'll freeze in time for you, forever. 

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Slow Down and Breathe In The Moment

Seize the moment, don’t let the moment seize you
10 minutes could have been spent dancing around my living room with my children instead of rushing them about the house. 10 minutes I could have taken the time for a morning devotional or a simple prayer to start the day instead of complaining about the dishes that didn't get done.

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The next time you feel like you got absolutely nothing done, the next time the pile of laundry is bringing you down, or the dishes are shouting out 'failure' -- look at your day through colored lenses. Count the smiles you beheld instead of the tasks you forgot, the laughs you shared instead of the chores you didn't get to. 

Allow yourself to be blessed by the blessing of being a mother and give yourself due creditBlog link By Samantha Vickery © 2013 What's your perspective? Parenting is filled with moments of extreme happiness interspersed with moments of sheer frustration.....

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Seize the moment and view it from your child's perspective because the Journey of Life is awe inspiring. Take time to smell the flowers. Really. Pause and take the time.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

More Than A Scar

       Crisis [krahy-sis]
1.       A stage in a sequence of events at which the trend of all future events, especially for better or for worse, is determined; turning point.
2.       A condition of instability or danger, as in social, economic, political, or international affairs, leading to a decisive change.
3.       A dramatic emotional or circumstantial upheaval in a person’s life.

I was 37 weeks pregnant, sitting on the white, crunchy paper of a doctor’s office table, when my obstetrician informed me that I was very tiny and the fetus I was carrying was measuring large; “we should just schedule a c-section” he said. Something in me knew that was not the appropriate response and I declined, requesting I be allowed to try and birth my child naturally. Reluctantly, this man I entrusted with my care agreed as long as I “progressed fast enough.”

I was 40 weeks pregnant, sitting on the white, crunchy paper of a doctor’s office table, when my obstetrician reminded me that I was very tiny and the fetus I was carrying was measuring large. At this point, I scheduled my induction. Little did I know, ACOG does not support induction or routine cesarean section for a suspected big baby.

I was 40+3 weeks pregnant in a hospital bed, receiving Cervadil. A few hours later it was apparent that either my child was ready for his birthday or the Cervadil was all I was going to need. It was around 2am, Feb 6, 2007 and my labor had begun. I slept through most of early labor and a nurse came in at 7am because “it was time” for the Pitocin drip to begin. I didn’t want it, I was beginning labor on my own but “I had to” have it. It was started and then quickly stopped due to decels in fetal heart tones. I labored naturally on my own, frequently interrupted by “required” vaginal exams to ensure I was “progressing fast enough.”

It was Feb 6, 2007 at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I was 7 centimeters dilated, my water had spontaneously ruptured about an hour ago, fetal heart tones were reading great, maternal blood pressure was spot on but twelve hours was long enough according to the obstetrician I had entrusted with my care. A cesarean section was ordered for “failure to progress” and approximately 1.5 hours later, my child was cut out of my body. I gave my child a kiss and we were separated, the rest of the operation details don’t matter much. He was 7lbs, 2oz, 20 in long and his head was 14 ¾ in diameter.  At my late ultrasounds, the doctor had estimated my baby to be around ten pounds but “Wow, what a big head. He wouldn’t have fit anyway,” was the explanation without apology from my obstetrician.

A mother seeking a TOLAC, (trial of labor after cesarean), in a rural town is very limited. At the hhosptal in my town an RCS, or routine cesarean section, is scheduled for mothers with prior cesareans. For my second birth I sought care from a group of midwives in the city and planned my birth place to be a hospital; not my first choice but one of the few options I had because of my prior cesarean. I was 37 weeks pregnant, moderately dissatisfied with my choice of care providers, sitting on the white, crunchy paper of a doctor’s office table. My midwife informed me my fetus was breech, I would “have to” have a cesarean. I found a new care provider. My crisis taught me that this is my body, my baby and my birth.

My crisis taught me that I shouldn’t trust another with my care; I had to be responsible for the decisions made. My crisis taught me to follow my heart. My crisis taught me that what one person says is not always correct. Little did I know how profound that statement was to become.

I was 41+6 weeks pregnant, it was a little after midnight and fear overwhelmed me; fear that if I didn’t “push fast enough” this opportunity, this right, and this birth, would be taken away from me. Three pushes later, my son was born, measuring in at 8lbs, 6oz, 19 in long with a head that was 14 ¾ in diameter. My prenatal challenges shaped who I was becoming as a mother but these numbers impacted the realization of my crisis on a deeply emotional level; realizing how much I had been lied to during my first pregnancy. The cut of my first birth may have been the actual event of a crisis but it was at this moment that it became such.  It was at this moment my life changed.

As the weeks unfolded I bonded with my VBAC baby like I have never done with my first child. It was during these moments I began to feel the emotional impact and realize my first birth experience was a crisis. It had always angered me, it had been a frustration during my second pregnancy but now, it hurt me. The cut of my cesarean cut more than just my body, it cut my soul.
-- Anonymous  

The cesarean rate in America is 32%. The World Health Organization recommends less than 15% to be appropriate.  With these numbers in mind, it's no surprise that so many mothers have suffered from birth trauma from a cesarean. If this is you, I encourage you to process your past birth experience(s). Find a local ICAN Chapter, take a birth after cesarean workshop, attend a group counseling session where you can share your experience(s), hopes and fears, and be showered with love, compassion and support. Some mothers may benefit from seeking a therapist trained in EMDR, (eye movement desensitization and reprocessing). All mothers will likely benefit from a doula.
Not all mothers feel traumatized by their cesarean but most view it as a crisis that challenges them to this day. Use this challenge to support those around you; use it to improve birth. Because when you know better, you do better. Find evidence based information; know and understand your options and make informed decisions, encouraging those around you to do the same. 
If a mother feels empowered in her birth experience, no matter the type of birth it is, she is less likely to suffer emotionally. Birth shapes the type of mothers we become, the relationships we have with our partners, our children and those around us.  A cesarean affects a mother emotionally, physically and medically for the rest of her life.

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