<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:40:25.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal Notes at Mother's Own</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-2195242925332842169</id><published>2008-02-19T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:07:11.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after birth pains, part 2</title><content type='html'>If you are on MDC in the birth professionals forum, this will sound very familiar. It isn't plagiarism, it's me thinking out loud on Mothering.  I felt like part 1 was not quite finished, that I hadn't completely thought through what bothers me about these situations. So, for me, here is the rest of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a passing feeling of "what else could I have done?" However, I have thought quite a bit since my OP about why this bothers me and here's the crux of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the midwife who blames her clients for how the birth turns out. But, I need to back up a step further. I don't want to not have the skills or knowledge to give her the best possible chance at the birth she wants.&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy after a birth that went poorly to say, "I did everything I could", but I always wonder if that's true. Was there some physical or psychological or emotional thing that I missed that would have made a difference? Have I just not investigated or studied enough to be sure that I know everything that would have made a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Like Shelly (reikitiki) posted, I call her when I think the mom needs mothering during labor. Hand holding is not always my strong suit. I just think that although women need emotional support during labor and birth, it is still a path they must travel alone. Only they know how best to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I know midwives who have, what in my opinion, are limited skills for dealing with difficult situations. They have a few things they will do and if that doesn't work it becomes the mom's fault when the labor doesn't progress. She is blamed for emotional blockages related to prior sexual abuse, ambivalence about motherhood, problems with her partner, not wanting the birth badly enough, and probably a whole host of other things.&lt;br /&gt;When I am really tired and frustrated by my own lack of being able to change the physical situation, I have found myself wondering if there isn't something of that nature going on. What I have found every time I begin to think that way is that there was a very good reason why the birth wasn't straightforward and it usually had something to do with what the baby was doing. Things like being asynclitic or posterior, sucking on fingers, being really long bodied in a short waisted mom (think accordion fold rather than curled up).&lt;br /&gt;The baby is the one person we can't do much about. I'm not positive that the mom's emotional state has all that much to do with the baby's positioning. I am sure that baby position has everything to do with how mom labors. It just doesn't seem fair to blame mom when she doesn't have any more control over the baby than we do, yet that is what sometimes happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always regret afterward when I forget that point and have found myself thinking that mom's intentions for the birth were not what she told me they were. Yet, I can't think of a birth that ended as a transport where there wasn't truly some baby position thing or cord wrap thing that was actually the problem. And, I absolutely hate the idea that I may have doubted the mom's intentions and she feels blamed (like being broken) for something she had so little control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said above, I don't want to be the midwife who blames her client for how the birth went. I may not be the most touchy-feely midwife, but I want women to know that I believed in them and their ability no matter what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-2195242925332842169?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/2195242925332842169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=2195242925332842169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/2195242925332842169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/2195242925332842169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-birth-pains-part-2.html' title='after birth pains, part 2'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-1126418560514421077</id><published>2008-02-16T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:24:44.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a book in there</title><content type='html'>There is a subject that needs to have a book written about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read messages from the ICAN board about back labor and asynclitic heads and just know that we are missing something of the puzzle here. Babies who are positioned before birth looking up rather than down, or better yet sideways, can cause some hellacious back labor and then they get stuck coming through the birth canal. I think most moms could handle the long, slow labor, but it's the back pain that just wears them out.&lt;br /&gt;Babies whose heads are crooked (asynclitic) coming through the pelvis also take longer, cause back pain, and frequently get stuck (AKA failure to descend).  Both of these problems frequently result in a Cesarean delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most midwives seem to have at least some idea of how to help the mom, as do doulas. However, from comments I have read from other midwives, and mostly from the women who have had Cesareans, the knowledge and skills are far  from comprehensive. Everyone seems to have a trick or two that they have some luck with, or a technique that they have heard works really well. I just think that it would be most helpful if all these things were put into a book so there was a reference guide with all the techniques in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd really like to see happen is for that book to be widely distributed in hospital labor and delivery units and become required reading. If hospitals are truly concerned about reducing their Cesarean rates and providing quality care, then wouldn't you think that they would want to be sure their staff knows these things. Like having the nursing staff well versed in breastfeeding techniques and lactation management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if I were feeling really cynical, I would mention the high induction rates, the "big baby" card, and the effect that hospital economics has on the quality of maternity care. I am just not feeling that cynical tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more puzzled by the problems caused by malpositioned babies and am asking how do we solve  them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-1126418560514421077?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/1126418560514421077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=1126418560514421077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/1126418560514421077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/1126418560514421077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-book-in-there.html' title='There&apos;s a book in there'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-8679465650915656088</id><published>2008-02-16T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:39:29.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after birth pains</title><content type='html'>There are a few other titles I could choose from for this piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was it the mom? (too judgmental)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The  meaning of birth? (too esoteric)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are no guarantees! (borders on discouraging)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that something,  probably the recovering perfectionist in me, compels me to analyze what happens at any given labor and birth. I have postings on Mothering that discuss ethics  and competence. One research study I read  said that most incompetent people don't realize they are incompetent. The same skills required to develop mastery of a subject or skill set are the same ones it takes to recognize competency. I would think that a willingness to examine shortcomings is probably one of the subsets to recognizing competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a long winded way that brings me back to what I started out wanting to write about: when things don't go as planned  is anyone at fault? I have heard other midwives, nurses and physicians blame the mom. I am sure that there may be a few cases where the mom has serious issues that she can't deal with that effect the labor, but we have no control over the baby and it certainly doesn't come with emotional baggage.  I think it is too easy to assume that the mom has issues she doesn't wish to deal with and that that is slowing labor. I've heard it in such phrases as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;              She couldn't let go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;             She didn't want the birth bad enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;             The baby is probably feeling her anger/ambivalence and that's why it turned breech.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;             She's just immature and won't listen to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a nurse I cared for a teenager who had a long history of sexual abuse. The doctor wanted to induce her and the poor girl couldn't tolerate even the mild cramping caused by the lowest dose of Pitocin. She was frantic about the pain it caused. I remember hearing another nurse and the anesthesiologist talking about her acting like a typical teenager- turning away from the nurse when she tried explaining things, spending time on the phone when they tried to talk with her, or watching television incessantly, etc.  I finally asked if they were aware of her history of abuse and that her behavior was actually dissociative in nature and a coping mechanism for dealing with the past abuse. (Insert light bulb here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that often this judgmental attitude is a coping mechanism for us as birth workers. We don't have any control over the mom or baby and, as a friend wrote, have no idea what karmic forces are at work in the woman's life. When we run out of ideas for helping her get the birth she wants, it is much easier to blame the mom than to admit that no matter how good we are we can't fix everything.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                            We can't untangle a cord before the birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                   We can't make the cord grow longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    We can't fix every malpositioned head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    We can't make a baby smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    We can't fix a heart defect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    We can't reseal the bag of waters once it breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    We can't always turn a breech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    We can't make mom labor only during the day after a good night's sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    We can't make it happen by wishing and hoping when our skills fail us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our failure to help a woman meet her goal  is not a reflection on us as providers although most midwives, at some point, think it is. In most cases the fault lies in circumstances beyond anyone's control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our frustration needs an outlet and it is so hard to admit we don't know everything, so we turn to the next best thing. This happened to a laboring woman I know. She had a baby that was poorly lined up in the pelvis and causing extreme back pain. The midwife didn't appear to have the skills needed to adjust the baby's position or to admit that what she did do wasn't helping. Rather than admitting these things (even to herself) she blamed the mom for not cooperating in what she wanted to do.  The midwife went so far as to set up the story on a midwives' board to make herself look like the rescuer, but that mom didn't want to take responsibility for her part in what happened. The midwife then shared their "blame the victim" comments with the mom to prove her point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk with women who are considering becoming a midwife, I ask whether they are strong enough. Maybe what I should be asking is if they are mature enough to understand the concepts of  the Serenity Prayer without blaming anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;God grant me the serenity&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;To accept the things I cannot change;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Courage to change the things I can;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And wisdom to know the difference.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-8679465650915656088?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/8679465650915656088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=8679465650915656088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/8679465650915656088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/8679465650915656088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2008/02/after-birth-pains.html' title='after birth pains'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-7797493286899598166</id><published>2007-12-29T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:20:59.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who came before us</title><content type='html'>I know that there were midwives before the idea occurred to me. Both my parents were born at home into the hands of an immigrant Polish midwives. Not surprising since these women had been neighbors and friends before emigrating and came with everyone else to America during the Great Immigration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The larger question has become, who were these women and what happened to them? I've have spent time on and off over the last few years trying to find out more about not just my parents' midwives but all the midwives that served the area of Toledo, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toledo City directories with their listing by occupation was a starting point and over the last few days I have searched other historical records such as the censuses. The bits and pieces are beginning to tell an interesting story. Some began to advertise as soon as they were settled in the new town. Others began serving as midwives when they were widowed, sometimes many years after emigrating. There were a few who worked as midwives for a few years but then became involved in or the owners of other businesses, such as groceries, that became grocer wholesalers. One became involved in a die casting business and is listed as the owner with her sons and husband as managers or other employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were the advertisements. One proclaiming that she was a graduate of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rostock&lt;/span&gt; College (Germany) and another which offered discreet care for women, including a place to live, confidentiality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original thought in telling their stories was going to be to show the safety of the work that they did with mothers and babies. It was going to be a simple statistical analysis of how many births each year or month and then whether any of those mothers or babies had died and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is still my intent, but it seems just as important to remember them as women and to tell their stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-7797493286899598166?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/7797493286899598166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=7797493286899598166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/7797493286899598166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/7797493286899598166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2007/12/those-who-came-before-us.html' title='Those who came before us'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-5898991540631393907</id><published>2007-12-02T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:53:23.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I feel old</title><content type='html'>I came  to midwifery a bit older than most. I suppose it would be about the right age to be called a granny midwife, except there are no grandchildren involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until my own home schooled children were older and a bit more self-sufficient. If I had to be gone they could cook a meal, get their school work done-just all those routine things that moms usually take responsibility for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I still felt like I was only in my late 20's, still a pretty new mom myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to realize that some of the women seeking me out for care were about the age of my own children. Well shoot, I thought, they were just starting out really, really early. But, there has always been the question of how the children should address me. I don't mind that they call me by my first name, but lately the parents  seem to feel that a title denoting respect for my advanced age is necessary. More and more the parents choose to refer to me as "Miss Linda, our midwife".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time to admit that time is creeping up on me. Now I feel old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-5898991540631393907?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/5898991540631393907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=5898991540631393907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/5898991540631393907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/5898991540631393907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-i-feel-old_02.html' title='Now I feel old'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-261965263858950125</id><published>2007-11-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:37:20.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then there are the quilts</title><content type='html'>I have been teased that the birth center only exists as a display area for the quilts. The truth is that there have only been two quilts specifically made with mothers and babies in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is the quilt I made in midwifery school that is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of  my own losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is the gold threaded quilt which hangs above the bed in the birth room. Pete Seeger wrote a song "Had I a Golden Thread." One of the first lines is "Had I a golden thread for the bravery of women giving birth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quilt was made when I dreamed of having my own birth center more than 12 years ago. I would like to think that it is a fitting tribute to the women we have served.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-261965263858950125?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/261965263858950125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=261965263858950125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/261965263858950125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/261965263858950125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2007/11/then-there-are-quilts.html' title='Then there are the quilts'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-5298037951232139014</id><published>2007-09-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:00:24.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the birth</title><content type='html'>There is something very completing and satisfying in cleaning things up after the birth. It's nice at a home birth, but it especially seems right after a birth at the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such controlled chaos immediately after the birth. Someone looks after the baby and gets food for the mom, but there is always the laundry and the paperwork. I don't mind either, but there is just something about putting clean sheets back on the bed and finishing the chart after the family has left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems settled and right. I know that completing isn't correct grammar, but it is the word that just seems to fit so well. There was the increasing crescendo as birth neared and then the sweet relief that all had gone well. All of that is followed by the excitement of all those things the baby and parents have never done before-first nursing, first stool, dressing baby for the first time, and all the excitement of calling family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all of these things are done, it feels as though there should be a symbolic end, a completing of the cycle for the building and the tools. That is what cleaning up and making the bed is, the completing of the cycle. From quiet to quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-5298037951232139014?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/5298037951232139014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=5298037951232139014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/5298037951232139014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/5298037951232139014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-birth.html' title='After the birth'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280914530599722580.post-5135600638821561102</id><published>2007-09-25T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:01:54.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three deer, three babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On my way home from the latest birth, there was a doe standing by the side of the road. Not unusual in Michigan, in a wooded area, late at night. However, in 10 years of driving to late night births I had never seen a deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week I had seen three, all when I was coming from or going to a birth. I was beginning to think that they were out to get me. After all, the first deer we spotted waited until the last possible moment and then jumped in front of the car. I hit her at maybe 5 miles an hour. She looked hurt and rather annoyed with me, but got up and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized maybe they were a sort of new talisman for a really nice birth. All three of the births this week were to women who had had poorly positioned babies the last time. They all had long labors with lots of back pain. For each of them I was prepared for another long labor. What happened instead is that they each had a much shorter labor, with a well positioned baby. For the first two, my birth assistant and I arrived with 10-15 minutes to spare before the baby was born. The third one was at the birth center, but she was only there for an hour before the baby arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe the deer were a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/280914530599722580-5135600638821561102?l=natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/feeds/5135600638821561102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=280914530599722580&amp;postID=5135600638821561102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/5135600638821561102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/280914530599722580/posts/default/5135600638821561102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalnotesatmothersown.blogspot.com/2007/09/three-deer-three-babies.html' title='Three deer, three babies'/><author><name>Miss Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08088741109062993518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
