I finished another project I am so excited about! I wanted to put to pictures these 20 ACOG statements that came out in March with the goal to avoid a woman's first cesarean. Now some asked why the images didn't exactly match the recommendations. All I could reply back with was, some of these things, you wouldn't want to see in pictures, either because they would be boring, or because they would be graphic. But more to the truth is, I wanted the pictures to represent patience...we need to be more patient with labor. We need to give moms and babies more time to perform this task.
I am so grateful to all the families, doulas, and photographers who shared pictures with me -- the response was overwhelming. Because the focus is on preventing the initial cesarean birth, I am pleased that some of these moms are shown laboring toward what ended up being successful VBACs!
Patience is the key. Many of these are based on evidence that shows with more time, a woman can birth vaginally. And speaking of time -- research shows it can take 10-17 years before new evidence is implemented into practice. If we familiarize ourselves with these new recommendations, we can be the driving force behind ensuring the care we receive is current when our caregiver might still be doing things out of habit, comfort, or custom. Let's spread the word!
Pin these! Help raise awareness and get this information out there into the hands of the families that need it. The goal is to educate families, so they can enter into their providers' offices knowing what ACOG now recommends.
Stay tuned for August's adventures in celebrating World Breastfeeding Week and Breastfeeding Awareness Month. Like my Facebook page for resources that can be used by educators, doulas, and of course, breastfeeding mothers!
We have a van. That's because we have four kids. Our air conditioning went out, and with the high heat in the middle of summer, we felt it absolutely needed to be addressed. We have a mechanic a fellow teacher that works with my husband recommended. It feels like a hard thing, to find a mechanic you trust. When we picked the van up, the charges were for even less than what we were quoted, because they were able to reuse our freon. My husband has worked in a mechanic shop before, and he said, not everyone would have even bothered or cared to save our freon. We felt fortunate for the integrity of our mechanic.
Finding a provider when you are having a baby can be similar. We all want honesty. We want care practices that are based on evidence and not custom or habit. We want to trust our providers to have our best needs in mind. Many of us find this kind of care, and we are happy. When it is not there, though, it can be heart-breaking when the realization hits. We can be left feeling like the freon was good and could have been preserved, and it was dumped out and replaced unnecessarily, at our expense.
Asking friends can be a good way to find a provider. Keep in mind, though, unlike a mechanical situation with a car where there may be only one way to fix the problem, birth is a different business. When seeking advice from friends, remember a match is more likely to be made when you and your friend have similar birthing goals.
We need mechanics and we need medical providers -- they keep us running and healthy. Here's to hoping we all have both we can trust!
Five years ago today we arrived in Utah after many hours of travel. We immediately were met by a huge neighborhood party where great food and great fun were had by all. When it came time for bed, Jonas was coming undone. Worried he would wake our hosts or their very many sleeping children, I gently asked him, "Do you want to nurse?"
It had been a few days, maybe even a week, since he had last nursed. At three years, seven months, Jonas had followed Isaac's weaning pattern, where days would be skipped between nursing sessions until they simply stopped.
My grumpy little guy agreed, and we snuggled down to nurse for what was to be the very last time. Such a sweet memory!
Jonas met another milestone that trip. He solely, by his own two feet, hiked to the top Mt. Timpanogas. We were told that was about 3 miles, 100 stories up. I was exhausted, yet this tiny little boy trekked up, supported by his parents, brothers, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Independence can be the shedding of a small shell to grow into a bigger one -- literally, out with the old and in with the new.
As I remember that night, I am grateful to my little one for letting me be a part of his journey to weaning -- our odd little Independence Day.
♥ four young boys and a boy dog (offspring)