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Mar 01
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Connecting the Circle with your Placenta

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Guest writer and Herb Mother blogger, Latisha, shares some thoughts with us about the incredible placenta that nourishes a baby during 10 months of pregnancy. 

Connecting the Circle with your Placenta

by Latisha Guthrie

Making a baby is an incredible act of nature. When you really stop to think of the miracle of creation, how two tiny cells merge and divide again and again to grow an entire human being, it’s easy to have a deep reverence for life. One of the great miracles of preganancy for me, is the placenta. This powerful organ is created only for this one purpose by you and your baby. It is birthed into the world, just like the baby is. However, as it leaves your body, its contract fulfilled, it is often discarded without much thought. I’d like to challenge you to consider how the placenta plays into the miracle of life by honoring its place in creation.

If you’ve ever had an opportunity to really look at a placenta, you will know the miracle I’m talking about. The shape, size, and color as unique as each child, it contains all of the life force and love that nourished your child these nine months. The thin, yet perfect and strong veil that carefully covered the baby a reminder of how little armor is needed when the right nourishment is provided. The tree of life that is seen in every single pattern of veins, the story of your genetic history spelled out in every branch. For me, it is not simply an easily overlooked organ to be tossed aside.

The placenta is honored in many ways around the world. In many cultures it is revered almost as much as the child. In Nigeria, it is seen as the twin of the child and given full burial services. In other cultures it is buried under a tree and it is believed that the health of the tree is representative of the health of the child. Some bury the placenta with items like books or money to ensure a smart or wealthy child. In other traditions, the placenta is burned to ash and saved by the mother. Whenever she needs to feel close to the child, she will sprinkle some of the ash on her food. In traditional cultures, the placenta was a way to connect. Connect the child with Source, the parent with the child, the parent with Source, the child to the community long after it has moved on. It was seen as a way to complete the circle of Source, community, and child.

Placenta encapsulation is a more recent way to connect with the energy of this amazing organ. Popularized by midwife Raven Lang in the 80s it is now commonly done in natural birth circles throughout the western world. Though there is not much scientific research regarding encapsulation, the anecdotal evidence is promising. Mothers report less post partum depression, speedier recovery time, and increased milk production. I would encourage you to consume your placenta after birth either raw or encapsulated if you are drawn to do so. However, in my work with placenta,  I’ve seen it heal much more than this.

One of the most powerful experiences I had the honor of being a part of came from two best friends, their babies only a few months apart. The first woman had a hospital birth that did not go the way she had intended and she was handling a lot of grief around her experience these many months later. My client, was able to birth in a birth center and decided to encapsulate the placenta. She suggested to her friend that she come and help. As I washed and prepared the placenta, the best friend slowly began to watch with curiosity. I suggested she take over and she began rinsing the placenta in the sink. When she took this gift of life into her hands, I could see her whole body melt. She continued to rinse and massage the placenta, and soon started sobbing. Seeing that she was deeply reconnecting to the birth of her child, my client and I left the room so she could have some time to herself. After a bit, we came back to the kitchen and we both just put our hand on her shoulders and stood together. Sisters. Women. Carriers of life. The gateway to this world. Taking time to share gratitude with this gift of life, created a powerful moment of connection. A knowing that we had the ability to heal each other.

If you are pregnant and wondering about ways of honoring your placenta or have a previously frozen placenta awaiting ceremony of some kind or just wanna chat about it, please feel free to contact me. There are many things you can do with your placenta including encapsulation, making keepsakes with the umbilical cord, or making prints with the placenta and veil. I am a community herbalist and do a fair amount of wildcrafting. As an offering of gratitude, I sprinkle a bit of my child’s dehydrated placenta on the earth before I harvest. This is my way of connecting this gift to the gifts I receive that make my life whole and plenty. I am getting ready to move, so I am not currently offering any services myself, but have a few women I deeply trust I can refer you to or simply give you options to do it yourself or with your loved ones.

Either way, if you are able, I encourage you to consider connecting with the beautiful placenta you and your baby created and perhaps simply offer a bit of gratitude for its part in the amazing miracle of life.

 

Latisha defined: A girl, pacific northwest born, marries her soulmate, moves to the amazing sonoran desert, has two beautiful little girls, falls in love with nature’s medicine, and with her family, plans her move back home. She lives for the savory life, taking pride in her garden and being that good-smelling neighborhood herb lady. The rest is, well a work in progress. Some days she is that crunchy granola mom with a bustling kitchen, open window, potions on the counter, children happily at play outside in the dirt. Others she’s a pizza ordering, netflix watching, lazy gal who might forget she has children sitting next to her until a kissing scene comes on and they start climbing into her lap for a smooch.

She is a: Mama. Lover. Herb enthusiast. Writer. Desert dweller. Seeker. But most of all, a Work in progress.

To read more of her thoughts or to learn about using herbs as part of a healthy life, visit her blog at http://herbmother.com/

Feb 29
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First Time Moms: Books for Birth and Beyond

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Speaking of birth…If you are expecting a sweet bundle of love or already have one, here are a few great books to add to your library.

Preparing for Birth

Birthing from Within by Pam England – Good resource for preparing for the spiritual and physical reality of childbirth without creating anxiety in the reader. It’s one of the only books I read on the subject that explores a woman’s expectations of childbirth and offers a review of options without condemning the reader if she has chosen a hospital birth. If you’re going to buy a book on the topic, skip the “What to expect…” books (they list everything that can possibly go wrong – like your mind doesn’t explore these possibilities already!) and just read this one.

If you’re looking for a month by month or week by week update on what’s going on with your body and your baby, there are some great – FREE – online tools that aren’t so scary!

The Breastfeeding Mother’s Guide to Making More Milk, Foreward by Martha Sears, RN – I realize this is not technically a birth book but it’s something you should read before having your baby. Breastfeeding may be natural but that doesn’t mean it’s always a walk in the park. Speaking as a mom who wanted desperately to breastfeed but had some major issues both times, I fell in love with this book and only wish I’d had it before my babies arrived. It is the most comprehensive guide to the mechanics of breastfeeding and supplemental options that I’ve ever read (and believe me, I’ve done my homework!!). If you buy one book on breastfeeding, this should be the one.

Herbal for the Childbearing Year, Susan Weed. Great book on healthy herbs for moms before, during and after pregnancy. Susan Weed is definitely a very earthy person but has an encyclopedic level of knowledge about herbs. I refer to this book frequently.

After your baby arrives

The Baby Book – Dr. William Sears and Martha Sears R.N. – I love this book for those middle of the night moments when your baby is crying and you’re trying not to freak out. It is a sort of middle of the road book – empowering parents to understand basic stages of growth and common baby ailments. Dr. Sears does advocate immunization but also gives parents great advice on what to do before heading to the doctor. I’ve saved a lot of money skipping unnecessary doctor visits (you know the, “It’s just a virus” ones?) with this book. Besides running their own successful pediatric practice, this couple has raised eight children of their own! One of their sons is on the show called “The Doctors“.

Smart Medicine for a Healthier Child – Zand, Roundtree and Walton. My sister-in-law bought this book for me. It also lists common childhood ailments and different treatment modalities for each ailment, including Herbal, Nutritional, Homeopathic or Allopathic (what an M.D. would prescribe). Fabulous book!

Herbal Recipes – Rosemary Gladstar. For those of you who would love to venture into using herbs for beauty or basic health, Rosemary Gladstar is a good place to start.

I am passionate about being educated about health. We moms are our families’ best doctors. Our intuition gives us insight into our kids’ health even before we can physically feel that they have a fever. Our love for them gives us the strength to stay up all night when they’re sick. But education give us confidence that we know the best course of action for a sick little person – whether that’s a home remedy and rest or a trip to the doctor. Now that’s a good feeling.

Blessings on you as you “doctor” your family. Hope these books help!

Feb 28
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Birth Week: Gabi’s Story, The “Un-Hippy” HomeBirther

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Birth Week: Gabi’s Story, The “Un-Hippy” HomeBirther

 

When I found out I was pregnant I was planning on delivering in a hospital just like most other moms out there.  I didn’t really think I had a choice and never really thought about other options.  After watching several episodes of “One Born Every Minute” I started to get scared.  I didn’t want to have to go through all the L&D drama.  It seemed like there was always something wrong and I kept thinking “certainly there was a better, more gravity friendly, way to deliver a baby than lying on your back, right?”

I heard so many stories from friends about how their birth did not go the way they wanted, and about how they hoped things would go different next time.  I was determined to find a better way to birth, and so started my quest.

I share my story not in a judgmental way, because I believe every woman knows what is best for them; and what works for some does not work for others.  But I share in order to encourage other moms-to-be out there that you DO have choices in the way you birth!  And you don’t have to be a patchouli smelling, dreadlock wearing hippy to have a home birth.  For reference, I am an events director for a republican political committee.  My husband is an IT consultant and former White House staffer and we live in Washington DC.  We also drive a Prius.  So you could say we’ve broken some of those stereotypes people think of when a home-birther comes to mind!

After watching The Business of Being Born I realized that I wanted an “in control” birth like the ones shown in the documentary.  I wanted a birth where I could wear my own clothes, eat a snack if I wanted, and most importantly, deliver in any position that I wanted to. We were nowhere near deciding to do a homebirth at this point yet, but I thought if I could find a midwife who practiced this philosophy, or if my OBGYN was agreeable and I could be in the ‘safety’ of a hospital that would be great.  So at my 12 week appointment I told my OBGYN what I was thinking.  Although she was very supportive of what I wanted to do she explained to me the wonderful world of malpractice law and how she was obligated to follow the rules of the hospital she practiced out of which entails things like being attached to a fetal monitor, not eating during labor, etc.  So she gave me her blessing of moving out of her practice so I could start using the midwife practice I found in Alexandria, VA – BirthCare.

BirthCare is staffed by 7 Certified Nurse Midwives and specializes in out-of-hospital births.   They mostly do home births, but they also have a home-like birth center at their facility.  Their philosophy is for women to take responsibility for their own health.  One of my favorite parts is when I walk in the door they give me my file so I can review my charts and take my own weight and blood pressure.

Throughout most of our pregnancy we were planning on delivering at the onsite birth center.  It wasn’t until about 30 weeks when they encouraged us to think about doing a home birth.  After a home-visit from our birth assistant she looked around our house and said “you have a really nice place, why aren’t you guys considering a homebirth?”  My reasons included things like:

–          I didn’t want our things to get “hospital dirty” (even though our house was pretty much completely draped in throw away sheets)

–          I didn’t want my neighbors to hear “labor noises” from our apartment  (There wasn’t really any screaming that took place and our walls endured the test!  And when you’re in labor you just don’t care!)

–          I didn’t want my friends to judge me for being a total weirdo for having a home birth – because for some reason, explaining that we were going to a “birth center” was a little less weird and you could justify that it was a medical facility (even though it wasn’t)

–          When people came over to our house, I didn’t want people to think “did she give birth in the chair I’m sitting in? … ewww” (I’m over it)

As ridiculous as those things sound now, that was how I felt at the time.  I ended up checking in with two friends who had home births and felt encouraged.  The final decision came after our midwife explained that the birth center didn’t have anything additional there than we would have at home.  They make sure you are well prepared about one month in advance and that you have the supplies you need.  Our birth assistant came over (on her second home visit) to make sure we had everything put aside in one location, that it was orderly and that it worked correctly .  They also make sure you are pre-registered at your back-up hospital in the event you need to transfer.  After all this preparation, I felt well, prepared!

I started feeling my first contractions on our due date of November 4.    They felt like cramps and came in waves.  I thought “hey if this is what contractions feel like, they’re not that bad!” This was my last day of work, but I ended up staying home due to some spotting I had.  They suggested I just rest and stay off my feet.  I let Max know about the contractions but told him they were 45 minutes apart and it was no big deal.  My parents came over to hang out for a while that evening but we all knew this was going to be a while so they left and we told them we’d give them a call when things pick up.

My contractions continued throughout the whole night and began to intensify.  Max put me in the tub to relax which helped.  He also called the midwives to let them know we were managing fine but just to give them a heads up.  When they reached about 5 minutes apart, he gave them a call again and they were on their way.

My midwife (Alice), birth assistant (Claudia) and parents (Gil & Delia) arrived around 7:00 am on Saturday morning, November 5th.  It took them about 2 hours to unload their equipment and start paperwork, documenting my vitals, etc.  We put in a movie and just hung out, but in the process, my contractions started to slow down to about 10 minutes apart and stayed there.  Alice checked my cervix to see how far dilated I was – I was at 6 ½ – pretty good!  After checking the cervix, she suggested that everyone clear out to give us some privacy for a few hours so I could relax and perhaps try a little nipple stimulation to get the contractions going again.  Good suggestion, but it wasn’t all that comfortable and it didn’t really feel that great.   Once Alice came back I was pretty much stalled with contractions 10 minutes apart.  At this point, Alice suggested they leave for the rest of the afternoon and for us to call them when things started to pick up again.  I slept as best I could in 5 and 7 minute increments throughout the night and into the morning.

At about 2:00 am on Sunday morning, I felt like contractions were more frequent at 2-3 minutes apart lasting about 30 seconds.  To me these were consistent enough to call Alice again (little did I know that we still had a ways to go).  So, once again, Alice and Claudia arrive – and once again I stall out to about 5-7 minutes.  As soon as the sun came up Alice and Claudia conferred and made up a plan of how we should proceed for the rest of the day.  First, she wanted me to take a shower and get ready for the day.  Easy enough – sort of.  Once I finished my first assignment I came out refreshed and ready to face day.

Next, she said, “OK, now we’re all going to have breakfast together.  Do you have breakfast ingredients? “

“Yes,” I said studiously.

“Great!” replied Alice.  “You’re going to make it for us!”

I gave a nervous laugh because I thought she was kidding – but she wasn’t.  Her goal was to keep me moving to keep my contractions in motion.  So, again, like a good student I start taking out the bacon, eggs, cinnamon rolls and juice.  This brought on a whole new meaning to “barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen” as I would stop for contractions every 4 minutes while frying up an egg.  But this was exactly the part of having a home birth that I enjoyed.  Being comfortable in my own home and serving others while they served me.  Breakfast wasn’t bad either!

After everything was cleaned up, our next assignment was to take a walk.  After cooking breakfast and cleaning up, I REALLY didn’t want to go outside in the cold – but I also wanted to get our sweet baby out, so off we went.  And we actually had a good time!  Max and I walked around the block.  Stopped by the CVS to get a newspaper and some toothpaste.  Then to the bakery to get some of my favorite cookies.  We were gone for about an hour, stopping every 5 minutes or so for a contraction.  And yes, lots of funny looks from passers by!

Once we came home our Birth Assistant, Claudia, informed me she had another birth to go to and asked if I would mind having another midwife from our practice assist us for the remaining time.  It was about 1:00 pm in the afternoon and still no baby.  I was starting to feel like the “watched pot” that everyone was waiting on to boil.  As much as I love my parents, and wanted them to be there, I started to feel like I was getting a little performance anxiety.  I felt like they were bored (even though they weren’t) and that I needed to be some type of a hostess (even though I didn’t).  I expressed this to my parents along with our midwife and Alice said it would be perfectly fine to ask my parents to leave.  I needed to be relaxed and if having my parents there was not relaxing then asking them to leave might be for the best.  My parents were so understanding and knew that it was for the best.  It also revealed to my mom that birth is not just a physical process – but every bit an emotional one as well.  They gave me a kiss and a prayer and we told them we’d check in once things started to happen.  When they left Alice suggested that she leave as well for a few hours to give us some privacy and she would return with our new midwife Julia.  Parting words from Claudia, “Remember, the love that got the baby in, is the same thing that will get the baby out (hint, hint).”  I really couldn’t think of anything more awkward because I was so big and felt rather unattractive, “But hey – why not give it a shot?  I really want this baby out and even though I don’t feel attractive, you’re pretty cute, Max!”  So we gave it the old college try – and finally … progress.

Alice and Julia came back around 3:00 pm that Sunday afternoon.  Max and I took one more walk, but this time I couldn’t even make it around the block.  Progress!  When we came home we were all sitting in the living room and my water broke around 5:00 pm!  Progress!!

I did the majority of my tough contractions (right before transition) in our bedroom next to the bed leaning against the birth ball or on hands and knees. They weren’t pushing contractions but they were very intense and painful.  Even though we were in very active labor I just didn’t feel like I was opening up.  My midwife went ahead and did another check.  I was 9 ½ centimeters dilated, but I had a lip on my cervix preventing the baby from being at a fetal station of 0.  Through the next 8-12 contractions, Alice had her hand inside of me to help guide the baby out of the lip.  These contractions were much more comfortable for me.  Once we “straightened the snag” we just needed to open up that last ½ centimeter.  Contractions were extremely painful and long lasting.

We moved to the shower to help relax a little more and this is when we hit transition.  I could barely stand in the shower.  I had Max guide me down so I could get on hands and knees while saying “I just want to pass out.   Please just let me pass out.”  Well, no one let me pass out.  They just helped me crawl out of the shower and into the other bathroom where I could sit in the tub and not have to stand.  Being in the tub was the most effective tool.  It was here where I fully opened up and started to feel the urge to push (finally!).  Once I got out of the tub I began to push in a squatting position and standing in between contractions.  I also had a mirror underneath me to watch the progress.  At this point it was about 1:00 am Monday morning.  After laboring for so long and doing about 4 hours of squatting and standing, Alice and Julia were concerned I would not have the energy to keep squatting when it was time to get the baby out so they suggested I move to the bed.  Reluctantly, I took their recommendation (I really wanted to stay squatting but figured it was probably a good idea to lay down for a while).  It was amazing to see the progression of Polly’s arrival with the mirror and to be able to touch and feel her head with each push.

Once we moved to the bed it was go time.  I was in a sitting position and gave about 8-10 pushes that finally got our sweet little Polly out.  Surprisingly, the “ring of fire” was a welcome change to the pain from the contractions I was feeling earlier.  On Monday, November 7 at 2:35 am I gave my last push.  Polly’s little body just slid right out and she immediately began to cry with no spanking, no suction.  She was a beautiful pink color and very responsive.  She was finally here and so amazing.  They wrapped her up and she immediately snuggled up to me and began to nurse.

Because of my low hemoglobin count toward the end of my pregnancy they gave me a bit of Pitocin as soon as she came out to get the placenta out right away and prevent hemorrhage.  About 15 minutes later I gave my final push.  Once the placenta came out they inspected it to make sure it was intact, which it was – We were out of the woods!

The whole process was 51 hours that I wouldn’t trade for the world.  Giving birth is hard work and rewarding work.  I started out doing this as a challenge to myself to see if I could do it.  But as we started learning more, we just wanted our daughter to be in the most healthy, safe and stress free environment – and for us, that was having her at home.  If you are a healthy mom having a healthy pregnancy, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t consider a home birth.  Do your research and find a good, reputable midwife with the numbers to back them up.  Throughout your 40 weeks you will be poked, prodded and asked enough questions that if a home birth is no longer a safe option for you, they will let you know.  And always trust your instinct.  One of the purposes of having a home birth is to reduce anxiety.  So if at any time you feel an out-of-hospital birth is not right for you, by all means, tell your midwife and they will help you get into a good practice that will work to keep mom and baby healthy.

My last bit of advice would be to get into a good Bradley Method class.  The Bradley Method is a 12-week series of childbirth classes designed for those having a natural, unmedicated, childbirth.  It teaches that a woman’s body is designed to handle childbirth, gives an active role to the mother’s partner (also called the coach) and teaches the importance of relaxation and proper breathing during the process.  Even if you do not plan on having an unmedicated birth, my husband and I highly recommend this series as it educates the couple exactly how the mother’s body works during each stage of labor and how the body is working for you and not against you (which can relieve a lot of anxiety during the particularly painful parts of labor).  Classes are designed to be small for individualized attention.   You can read more about the Bradley Method and find one in your area here:  http://www.bradleybirth.com/

 

 Gabi Everett is wife of Max Everett and mom to their four month old daughter, Polly.  She and Max have been married for three years and currently live in Washington, DC.  Gabi graduated with a broadcasting degree from Arizona State and is the director of events for a Republican political committee.  She enjoys living in the city, opening her home to friends and family, vacationing in fun places and learning new things – like how to rock her new position as working mother!  She loves sharing her life with others and being open about the struggles and joys of marriage, family and friendship and hopes to one day join the blogosphere nation.

Feb 27
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Birth Week: Erin’s Birth Story – Twin Style

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Erin is a long time friend and has recently started blogging her adventures with twins. She’s funny, honest and an all-around amazing woman. I know you’ll enjoy her story!

 

My Birth Story

or Why I’m Never Doing That Again So It’s a Good Thing I Had Twins!


“Are you FREAKING kidding me?”

This is what I uttered to my doctor when he informed us that we were definitely having twins…maybe quadruplets.  I didn’t use the word “freaking” either.  He just nodded enthusiastically and told me very matter-of-factly that if I did indeed have quads that I’d be bedridden in the next few weeks and for the duration of the pregnancy.  He did all this with a huge grin on his face, like this was the BEST. NEWS. EVER!  I didn’t exactly see it that way.  My next statement was, as I turned to my husband, “I told you we should have gotten the Honda Pilot!  I can’t fit four baby seats in a CRV!”

The doctor went on to explain how unusual it was to have four gestational sacs in a natural pregnancy.  Then he said I was old.  Then he said that because I was old, my ovaries went off “like the grand finale at a fireworks display” and that’s why we had four.  Also, this doctor could only be described as a human bobble-head doll.  I was in the throes of major not-morning-but-all-day-sickness and he was making me incredibly nauseous, so he was not my bff at this moment.

Let me give a little background as to why I wasn’t exactly over the moon to be possible having quads:

This all happened in December ’09/January ’10.  I had found out I was pregnant back in July of 2009 and was over the moon.  Then we discovered that I’d miscarried and I required surgery to correct the situation.  So this incredibly joyful occasion had turned into one of the worst experiences of my life.  I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it out of the operating room and I was scared out of my mind.  The surgery went perfectly and recovery was smooth, but I was terrified of getting pregnant again.

So, when I spewed all over the bathroom two days before Christmas, I thought, “Well, this is familiar” and sure enough the test said I was pregnant.  I called my wonderful husband, and between uncontrollable sobs and hyperventilation I managed to squeak out, “Aahhhh, ahhhmmm, I’mmmm pr, pr, pregnannnnntttttt!!!!” (continue with the uncontrollable sobbing.)  I was sure this one would end the same way.

Because of the previous experience, my physician wanted to get me in for a blood test the next day (Christmas Eve) and confirmed that I was indeed pregnant, but this time they thought I was way further along than I could have been.  Apparently my “mitichlorian count” was incredibly high.  Higher than normal. *Nerd alert: I’m a Star Wars fan, and I use the term mitichlorian count to describe the pregnancy hormone they can detect in pregnancy tests because I can never remember the acronym for that actual name and I like to pretend that I am a Jedi and so are my kids.*  I insisted that I was not that far along and they said they wanted to do an ultrasound right away to confirm.  Here we go again.  We were happy but really nervous.

Being the overachiever I am, I Googled what an ultrasound should look like at the time I figured I was in my pregnancy.  So I was ready to go, but still nervous.  We get to the ultrasound lab and we see on the screen two black orbs and two more orbs with little flickering heartbeats.  Holy crap!  I looked at the tech and asked, “Are we having twins?”  She said, “Your doctor will talk to you.”  Not the response I wanted.  Ok, back to the bobble-head Dr.  An HOUR AND A HALF LATER he did confirm that I was having twins and the possibility that the two other orbs could develop into embryos also.

This is where I started to panic.  It is a cruel joke that I carried twins, let alone almost quads.  I am only 4’11” tall.  Not built for multiples.  I was showing at 9 weeks.  Like really showing.  Like couldn’t-button-my-pants-living in-sweats showing.  I also switched doctors.  I didn’t like being told that 31 was old.  We had ultrasounds frequently because, apparently, twin pregnancies are automatically considered “high risk” no matter how well it’s going. We didn’t have many options in the city where we live for alternative types of prenatal care, so our options for a home birth were immediately quashed and the midwife situation was less than desirable.  She creeped me out and the doctor she worked with wasn’t licensed properly.

We looked for a triplet for 12 weeks and the final two sacs diminished and never turned into embryos.  I think every twin mom should be told she’s having quads because then twins sounds so much easier!

The next months of the pregnancy were pretty normal except that I was sick for 20 weeks and had one good month, March, before I got so big it was incredibly uncomfortable.  I always looked like I was two months farther along than I really was.  Oh, and I was also working full time this entire time.  I had just taken a new job, not knowing I was pregnant, and was a sales manager for a wine distributor.  I was given the ok to keep lifting cases of wine until I physically couldn’t anymore.  They are 42 pound per case.  I did that until my sixth month when there just wasn’t anywhere for me to hold the case!

All this time we were planning for the birth.  We moved homes, set up the nursery, picked names–all the normal things.  We took a Birthing from Within class and created a natural birth plan because I was adamant that I was going to birth the boys naturally.  I did the birth art.  I did the yoga (as much as I could.) We read the books, and let me just tell you that the books out there geared toward multiples are crap!  All of them!  They are unhelpful and condescending.  I threw most of them away.  And What to Expect When You’re Expecting and The First Year are not much better.  Literally one page of the whole book is devoted to multiples.  And forget any books that help you out after the babies are born!  Ok, stay on target.

My doctor was incredibly supportive and wonderful.  I love my doctor.  I recommend him to anyone in my area.  I loved our birth coach.  Dr. Smith is still my angel to this day.  He was so encouraging and supportive.  He still tells me that I’m the toughest twin mom he’s ever seen, in all his years.  I am against invasive testing and he listened and never pushed anything I didn’t want.  We did decide to have me get the steroid shots about three weeks before the boys were born and he says I was a trooper through that too.  He even gave me the go-ahead to see Tom Petty in concert on June 12th, about 6 weeks before the boys were born and he gave me the handicapped parking pass because he didn’t want me waddling all the way through the parking lot!  Have I mentioned how much I love him?  Part of why we chose Dr. Smith was because of the framed Boston Marathon number and medal hanging in the hallway–I wanted a doctor I knew could run fast across the street to the hospital in case I went into labor suddenly, and partly because he was on board with our natural birth plan.  I also love him because he didn’t judge when I explained that because I work in the wine industry, part of my job is to taste wine and he was supportive of that.  My last month, he actually recommended I have a Guinness!

Well, the birth plan changed.  Six weeks before they were born, Harry decided to wedge himself butt-first in my cervix.  He wasn’t going anywhere.  Jack was transverse and wasn’t going anywhere either!  Ok, plan B.  C-section.  Again, I’m so glad that I had my doctor because he gives “the fastest C-sections in the west!”  Or so I was told by EVERYONE!  Good deal. The month of July sucked.  I was in active labor for a good four weeks before we decided that the boys were doing all the things they should be doing and if we waited any longer, I could go further into labor and we’d have to have an emergency C-section, so we scheduled their birth for the 22nd of July.  My parents were in town and I was soooooo ready!

Amazingly, my naturally neurotic brain was calm and it was my husband that was nervous.  I was on the phone with a winery taking care of business when my doctor came in and took my phone away saying, “Get off the phone!  You’re having babies today!”  The epidural and spinal block went perfectly.  I was joking with the crew about how I needed some Led Zeppelin or AC/DC playing in the operating room.  My husband came in and did great, and even joked about how many people were in the room and my junk was hanging out!  I had asked to see the operation, but they didn’t move the curtain, so I didn’t exactly know when Harry was born until I heard the tiniest little voice.  He sounded like a dove cooing.  They wrapped him up and I got to hold him for about 20 seconds until they whisked him over to “Baby A” station.  Dr. Smith said, “someone wants to say hi” and he held Jack up over the top of the curtain.  He was whisked over to “Baby B” station and they were both given oxygen.

Harry and Erin just after birth

After that, everything happened so fast.  My C-section was about 8 minutes, start to finish.  The boys were taken directly to the NICU and I was wheeled off to recovery.  I asked to see my boys and I was informed that I had to be able to walk there on my own.  This did not jibe with my plan to breastfeed immediately so I said that I needed a breast pump right now.  I was pissed!  No one warned me that I might not get to at least go see my boys after giving birth!  I felt a little like Beatrix Kiddo in Kill Bill as I stared at my unmoving feet and repeated, “Wiggle your big toe.”  Finally the lactation consultant came in and I was hooked up to the breast pump.  We discovered that I had enough milk to feed the entire NICU!

Eight hours later,Christopher finally wheeled me into the NICU.  Nothing prepares you to see your tiny babies in a plastic box.  They wouldn’t let me hold them or feed them.  They both had IVs, and oxygen masks on their faces.  It was horrible.

A little twin love...

Finally, I was able to hold Jack–24 hours later!  I was also told that I could start breastfeeding for short amounts of time. Everything was so structured and limited!  But I was wheeled or trudged down to the NICU every 4 hours to feed the boys.

You'd be fussy too!!

For those of you who know me, I lean toward the hippie-ish when I’m needing to be comfortable.  Oh, I also have tattoos.  Lots of tattoos.  I’m up to a full sleeve on my right arm, but at the point when the boys were born I just had a half sleeve of my wedding flowers. Very pretty.  I’m also pierced.  Nose, ears, etc.  I had purchased a couple of those scrunched top maxi dresses because they would be great for tandem breastfeeding.  They happened to be tie-dyed.

On my second day after giving birth, I finally got to shower and felt semi-presentable.
I had my hair in a bandanna and was dressed.  I arrived at the NICU and was asked by the nurse on duty, as she looked me up and down, what kind of drugs I had taken during my pregnancy.  WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  I couldn’t believe that she just asked me that!  I looked at her and said I had only taken my prescribed prenatal vitamins!  She said, “It’s just that your babies are really fussy.  You know, fussy like drug babies.”  I replied that I’d be fussy too if I was new and someone stuffed me in a Tupperware box and glued felt sunglasses to my head and stuck a feeding tube up my nose and poked me with needles every few hours!  Chris and I were livid and we filed a complaint with the hospital.

Day five brought the great news that the boys could be moved up to the Pediatrics ward.  This was awesome!  Their first night out of the NICU was Christopher’s and my 2nd wedding anniversary.  He got us our favorite food from our favorite local restaurant and we spent our first night as a family on our anniversary.  The boys got to come home with us the next day.  It is indescribably scary to bring your tiny babies home and go from having them attached to heart monitors and then to nothing!  We were so happy to be home and in a comfortable environment though.  Home, where we could feed them without someone hovering over me!

Harry & Jack

The boys are humongous now and you would never know they were four weeks premature.  They are smart as whips–too smart, like evil-genius smart, Jedi smart.  They have achieved their milestones ahead of schedule and ahead of schedule for most full-term babies!  We love and cherish every moment, even when those moments are trying and tiresome.  Christopher and I are a united team when it comes to child raising and we share duties equally, especially now that we are both working full time.  He is a totally hands-on Daddy and has never balked at anything the boys have thrown at him (or peed at him, or pooped or puked, etc.!)

I am glad that I can look back on my pregnancy with humor, because it was dreadful when I was going through it. I have never been sicker, more uncomfortable and in more pain than during those eight months.  I am also glad that after the miscarriage, we were blessed with twins, because I am never going to do that again!

Erin and Christopher with Harry & Jack

About Erin…

My life has gone from relatively simple to Mayhem, Chaos and complete insanity in the short span of four years. I married the love of my life in 2008, got pregnant, gave birth to twin boys in 2010 and am the tasting room manager for a local winery. My husband and I live and breathe wine, and it’s a good thing…I’ve completely given up on keeping my sanity! Just call me Mayhem.

You can read more of Erin’s writing at her blog, http://justcallmemayhem.blogspot.com/