I know some people really put a lot of stock in certain numbers. Maybe they have a favorite number or....well, I'm not sure why else numbers would be important. I've never given much thought to numbers. In fact, the only significance I can think of relating to numbers is a game we used to play in junior high or high school that you could make a wish when all the numbers on the clock were the same.
But, for some reason, for the past six months or so, the number 33 seems to be following me around. At first I noticed that I every time the clock said 6:33 I happened to see it. I related that to Matthew 6:33 - But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Not a bad daily reminder. Then I started noticing that it wasn't just 6:33, but other "33" times throughout the day. I bet I see it 5 or 6 times a day. At first I thought maybe I was imagining it. Then I began to think that maybe there was a message in it. But what? I'll be 33 on my next birthday. But that's not something I don't already know. Anyway, I've gone through several thought patterns from wonder to worry. Finally I've decided on acceptance. Now every time I see "33" on the clock throughout the day, I take a second and tell God I love him and smile a little smile that He knows means I trust him with whatever "33" means. Imagined or not, I figure this turned out ok.
My "Introduction to Midwifery" class is coming along splendidly. I have been able to put in some serious study time the past few weeks, thanks to my awesome husband! My goal of finishing all my assignments by the end of August was achieved! Now I am in the process of proof-reading all 75 pages of work that I completed (in essay form). Next is completing the pre-test and then the course final. One really good thing about the school I'm going to is the study habits they teach. One is surveying how much you feel you know about a particular subject before you begin a course and then again after you complete the course. Well, I'm blown away at how much I have learned! There have been several facts that have really made me stop and ponder the amazing intricacies of the human body - and the God that put it all together. For example, before a woman ever knows she is pregnant, the fertilized egg begins dividing exponentially. The resulting cells do not have specific purposes. However, when the cells reach the uterus and implant into the uterine lining, the cell division stops temporarily. When it resumes after implantation is complete all the resulting cells are task specific - meaning they may be cells that will make the heart or the brain and so forth. Simply amazing! (I'm really nervous I didn't get all that terminology exactly right, but I don't have my text book with me, so I'm going to go with it and hope the anatomy and physiology people in my life grant me grace!)
One thing that is REALLY on my mind right now is "the next step." Nolan has encouraged me from the beginning to take this journey one step at a time, as I'm notorious for wanting to know the ending from the beginning. So, I've tried to honor that advice - to the best of my ability. So, now, I'm nearly through with the introductory course, and I'm desperately seeking God's plan for the next step. Do I continue with the school I'm with now - which I believe would give me a very high quality education. Or do I go with another of my "top" choices. Do I start right away or continue with my apprenticeship and do some self-study until the choice seems more clear. One thing that keeps rearing it's ugly head is the fact that I'm not getting any younger, and this school thing will take 3 years minimum. I never dreamed of starting a career in my late 30's. Which, by the way, I know is not old to the people who've already been there!
So, I guess we'll see where all this leads.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Summer Update
As I write this post, Nolan, Caleb and Isaac are in the kitchen canning pickles using my Granny's famous recipe. I love summer for the simple things.
Nolan and I just returned from our 10th anniversary trip to Colorado. We were gone for six days while my parents kept the kids! We had a lovely, relaxing time, and the kids were not ready to go home with us if that tells you how much fun they had! Nolan and I wandered through bookstores, took hikes in the mountains and ate gourmet breakfasts at the B&B where we stayed. The kids gathered the eggs (multiple times a day), helped Grambo in the garden, had water fights, played games (including learning chess), played with cousins, ate lots of hot dogs, watched movies, stayed up late and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. There were several funny stories, but one Benjamin story took the cake!
It turns out Benjamin wasn't tired one night. So, after everyone else was asleep, he entertained himself. Being the "helper" that he is, he cleaned the bathroom using an entire roll of toilet paper. And, then, he decided to wash Caleb and Isaac's dirty clothes. Mom heard him upstairs and went to explore. Like any good kid, as soon as he heard her coming up the stairs, he jumped back in bed. She checked on him and then went to check on the other kids - including Willow. The lights were off, so mom felt in Willow's pack-n-play to be sure she was covered. That's when she discovered a week's worth of dirty, wet clothes. She went to Benjamin to question his behavior, and with a sweet smile he said, "I wash the clothes!" Indeed he had...in the toilet. And, for reasons known only to him, he then put them in Willow's bed. Willow slept peacefully through the entire thing, I might add.
This story reminds me of another that happened shortly before we left on vacation. One evening, Nolan and the kids were playing in the backyard. I noticed a baby bird (from the nest above our front door that we've watched as intently as any National Geographic special) had fallen and couldn't fly. I asked Nolan discreetly to put it out of its misery so the kids wouldn't be traumatized. Well, before he could do so, the kids saw the bird and wanted to hold and pet it (YUCK!). Nolan, thought this was a great opportunity to see nature up close and personal - all I could think of was the germs. But they loved on the bird for a little while....and then it died. I didn't know this part of the story until later the next day, or I possibly could have prevented the rest of the story. They lovingly buried the bird, which they had named "Pecky" under the shed in the backyard.
The next morning, I recruited Caleb and Isaac to pick up apples in the backyard so we could mow later in the day. Isaac, then recruited Benjamin to help - promising him (unbeknownst to me) to do Benjamin a favor later on. Next thing I know, the apples are all picked up and all four kids have disappeared. As I go to do a little investigating, Isaac runs into the house asking if we can have bird soup for lunch. (Remember, I didn't even know "Pecky" died.) I make my way to the backyard behind the shed and find the other three kids and a dead bird. (YUCK, YUCK, YUCK!!!) It turns out the promised "favor" was unburying and playing with the dead bird. I promptly threw the bird over the fence and took all the kids to disinfect.
That's when the questions began. This was Benjamin's first experience with death.
He watched me throw Pecky over the fence (somewhat heartlessly), and he wanted to know where Pecky went.
I told him that Pecky went to Heaven to live with Jesus (which by the way I have no way of knowing.)
Benjamin wanted to know why.
I told him because Jesus would make him all better so he could fly.
Benjamin wanted to know when Pecky would be back.
What the heck??? I need a lot more schooling before I'll be qualified for this parenting thing!
But I wouldn't trade it!
BTW, when Benjamin asked when Pecky would be back, I quickly offered him candy to distract him and went on my way. ;)
Oh, and one more story. Tonight we were playing croquet in our front yard. Nolan had already played several games with the kids when I entered the picture. He explained that mommy is the croquet champion and Caleb and Isaac better bring their A-game. Which, by the way, is totally bogus. So Caleb, Isaac, and I proceeded to play croquet. It was a good, hard-fought game in which I came in second. At the end we stood on our imaginary podiums (like the Olympics) and sang the national anthem. Unfortunately half way through I couldn't remember the rest of the words and instead I sang, "I can't remember the rest of the words to this song..." The boys thought that was hilarious and have been singing those words all evening. Shoot. If they start singing that at the next home football game, I apologize in advance to all the home school families who work hard at proving they teach their kids the important things like the national anthem. We'll work on it.
Speaking of...year two of Silvey Home School Academy commences Monday - ready or not.
And, I continue to work on midwifery studies. My original goal of having all my assignments completed by the end of August is seeming more impossible every day. But, I'm still on track to meet the school's deadline of October 10.
Nolan and I just returned from our 10th anniversary trip to Colorado. We were gone for six days while my parents kept the kids! We had a lovely, relaxing time, and the kids were not ready to go home with us if that tells you how much fun they had! Nolan and I wandered through bookstores, took hikes in the mountains and ate gourmet breakfasts at the B&B where we stayed. The kids gathered the eggs (multiple times a day), helped Grambo in the garden, had water fights, played games (including learning chess), played with cousins, ate lots of hot dogs, watched movies, stayed up late and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. There were several funny stories, but one Benjamin story took the cake!
It turns out Benjamin wasn't tired one night. So, after everyone else was asleep, he entertained himself. Being the "helper" that he is, he cleaned the bathroom using an entire roll of toilet paper. And, then, he decided to wash Caleb and Isaac's dirty clothes. Mom heard him upstairs and went to explore. Like any good kid, as soon as he heard her coming up the stairs, he jumped back in bed. She checked on him and then went to check on the other kids - including Willow. The lights were off, so mom felt in Willow's pack-n-play to be sure she was covered. That's when she discovered a week's worth of dirty, wet clothes. She went to Benjamin to question his behavior, and with a sweet smile he said, "I wash the clothes!" Indeed he had...in the toilet. And, for reasons known only to him, he then put them in Willow's bed. Willow slept peacefully through the entire thing, I might add.
This story reminds me of another that happened shortly before we left on vacation. One evening, Nolan and the kids were playing in the backyard. I noticed a baby bird (from the nest above our front door that we've watched as intently as any National Geographic special) had fallen and couldn't fly. I asked Nolan discreetly to put it out of its misery so the kids wouldn't be traumatized. Well, before he could do so, the kids saw the bird and wanted to hold and pet it (YUCK!). Nolan, thought this was a great opportunity to see nature up close and personal - all I could think of was the germs. But they loved on the bird for a little while....and then it died. I didn't know this part of the story until later the next day, or I possibly could have prevented the rest of the story. They lovingly buried the bird, which they had named "Pecky" under the shed in the backyard.
The next morning, I recruited Caleb and Isaac to pick up apples in the backyard so we could mow later in the day. Isaac, then recruited Benjamin to help - promising him (unbeknownst to me) to do Benjamin a favor later on. Next thing I know, the apples are all picked up and all four kids have disappeared. As I go to do a little investigating, Isaac runs into the house asking if we can have bird soup for lunch. (Remember, I didn't even know "Pecky" died.) I make my way to the backyard behind the shed and find the other three kids and a dead bird. (YUCK, YUCK, YUCK!!!) It turns out the promised "favor" was unburying and playing with the dead bird. I promptly threw the bird over the fence and took all the kids to disinfect.
That's when the questions began. This was Benjamin's first experience with death.
He watched me throw Pecky over the fence (somewhat heartlessly), and he wanted to know where Pecky went.
I told him that Pecky went to Heaven to live with Jesus (which by the way I have no way of knowing.)
Benjamin wanted to know why.
I told him because Jesus would make him all better so he could fly.
Benjamin wanted to know when Pecky would be back.
What the heck??? I need a lot more schooling before I'll be qualified for this parenting thing!
But I wouldn't trade it!
BTW, when Benjamin asked when Pecky would be back, I quickly offered him candy to distract him and went on my way. ;)
Oh, and one more story. Tonight we were playing croquet in our front yard. Nolan had already played several games with the kids when I entered the picture. He explained that mommy is the croquet champion and Caleb and Isaac better bring their A-game. Which, by the way, is totally bogus. So Caleb, Isaac, and I proceeded to play croquet. It was a good, hard-fought game in which I came in second. At the end we stood on our imaginary podiums (like the Olympics) and sang the national anthem. Unfortunately half way through I couldn't remember the rest of the words and instead I sang, "I can't remember the rest of the words to this song..." The boys thought that was hilarious and have been singing those words all evening. Shoot. If they start singing that at the next home football game, I apologize in advance to all the home school families who work hard at proving they teach their kids the important things like the national anthem. We'll work on it.
Speaking of...year two of Silvey Home School Academy commences Monday - ready or not.
And, I continue to work on midwifery studies. My original goal of having all my assignments completed by the end of August is seeming more impossible every day. But, I'm still on track to meet the school's deadline of October 10.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Twins
I had the amazing opportunity this past weekend to doula for a dear friend as she gave birth to beautiful twin girls.
We were all a little concerned when her water broke at 32 weeks, but even during the first uncomfortable moments of getting mom (and dad) to the hospital and deciding on a plan of action with the medical staff, God's presence and peace was very real.
This mama was an absolute marvel. She handled the stress and pain with grace that I never found even after four births. She progressed quickly, and while we knew things were getting harder to handle, we were surprised to find her ready to push just 3 - 3 1/2 hours after contractions began.
Pushing was a little harder as Baby A was sunny-side-up, meaning she came out face-up rather than face-down. This position often cause lots of painful back-labor - and it was no exception in this case. It took an hour, but baby rewarded us by being 4 lbs. 5 ounces / 17 inches and maintaining oxygen saturation well.
Baby B came quickly after her sister. She too, was in an odd position with her arm up around her head and her feet next to her chest, but mama did a tremendous job. This baby was 4 lbs. 1 ounce and 1/2 inch longer than her sister. She required a little more breathing help.
Even the seasoned medical staff marveled at how well this delivery went. Twins born vaginally without pain medication is somewhat of a medical anomaly!
Both girls are doing well although they will have to spend a little time in the NICU.
Mama and Papa (who also acted like this wasn't his first rodeo) are recovering well and looking forward to bringing their baby girls home!
I am continually in awe of the miracle of life!
And, by the way, my website is making considerable progress. Check it out if you haven't already!
Friday, July 23, 2010
New Web Site
By the way, I'm working on building a new web site. It is a LONG way from being finished, but I thought I'd go ahead and put up a link in case you want to look around. It's about my "birth services".
Deliver Me Birth Services
Salem
Deliver Me Birth Services
Salem
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Birth High
So it's 10:31 p.m. and I've been up for almost 40 hours straight - although I did get a 2 1/2 hour nap somewhere in the middle of the night. But my adrenaline is still flowing so fast, I decided to make a quick post to reflect on the last two days in my birth bubble.
A sweet friend of mine was induced yesterday morning and labored throughout the day - slowly. I made a couple of trips to the hospital to check on her. Finally at 9:30 p.m. things started getting a little harder, and she asked me to come to the hospital to help her out. I knew that I was going to get to attend her birth, but I wasn't sure she really wanted me to support her during labor. What a privilege! She was so strong - enduring Pitocin contractions (the REALLY hard kind) for 13 hours - before she reached her goal of dilating to a 5 and getting an epidural. She was so amazing! Her mom also happened to be her nurse throughout the night. And, I learned so much from her. We tried several comfort techniques. I learned to operate the hospital beds. And, hour by hour we made it through. Finally after reaching a 5, the epidural allowed her some time to rest before time for baby. (Thus the 2 1/2 hour nap.) Around 5 a.m. baby surprised us during a check and said, "It's time!" The medical team rallied; I took a coveted position next to mama's knee; and then got to coach her through pushing. And she was a champ. Her beautiful daughter was born at 5:27 a.m. - not bad for a first-time mama. What an amazing experience. My first opportunity to watch a new life enter the world - I didn't exactly see my own children as they made their debut, as I was a little bit busy ; ) And, to top it all off, the medical team, knowing my deep interest in childbirth, involved me by explaining several procedures as they went along - including suturing and checking out the placenta. I am blessed! Thank you!
Then my day went on. I went home, showered, did the morning routine with my kiddos - Nolan is at church camp this week - so our sweet babysitter spent the night with the kids while I was at the hospital. Then we got in the car (the kids and I - not the babysitter) and went to Amarillo for a day full of prenatal appointments. My sister-in-law and brother were the best, as they volunteered to keep my four little ones while I went and did midwifery apprenticing stuff.
Six prenatal appointments later - and I am on a birth high! I palpated (pushed around on pregnant tummies to feel the baby's position); I found and listened to heart beats; I tested urine (I even liked this part!); I measured the uterus; I charted (wrote down all the important stuff in the file); I listened and learned from my mentor as she listened to her clients and gave advice on a number of pregnancy related issues. I met six sweet women who are allowing me a place in their birth stories. Joy, Joy, Joy! And, I came home with six more big books to read.
After all that, I picked up my peeps, and we headed home. And, by some miracle (thank you Jesus) I wasn't even tired on the LONG drive home. What a day!
Goodnight! Sweet dreams!
A sweet friend of mine was induced yesterday morning and labored throughout the day - slowly. I made a couple of trips to the hospital to check on her. Finally at 9:30 p.m. things started getting a little harder, and she asked me to come to the hospital to help her out. I knew that I was going to get to attend her birth, but I wasn't sure she really wanted me to support her during labor. What a privilege! She was so strong - enduring Pitocin contractions (the REALLY hard kind) for 13 hours - before she reached her goal of dilating to a 5 and getting an epidural. She was so amazing! Her mom also happened to be her nurse throughout the night. And, I learned so much from her. We tried several comfort techniques. I learned to operate the hospital beds. And, hour by hour we made it through. Finally after reaching a 5, the epidural allowed her some time to rest before time for baby. (Thus the 2 1/2 hour nap.) Around 5 a.m. baby surprised us during a check and said, "It's time!" The medical team rallied; I took a coveted position next to mama's knee; and then got to coach her through pushing. And she was a champ. Her beautiful daughter was born at 5:27 a.m. - not bad for a first-time mama. What an amazing experience. My first opportunity to watch a new life enter the world - I didn't exactly see my own children as they made their debut, as I was a little bit busy ; ) And, to top it all off, the medical team, knowing my deep interest in childbirth, involved me by explaining several procedures as they went along - including suturing and checking out the placenta. I am blessed! Thank you!
Then my day went on. I went home, showered, did the morning routine with my kiddos - Nolan is at church camp this week - so our sweet babysitter spent the night with the kids while I was at the hospital. Then we got in the car (the kids and I - not the babysitter) and went to Amarillo for a day full of prenatal appointments. My sister-in-law and brother were the best, as they volunteered to keep my four little ones while I went and did midwifery apprenticing stuff.
Six prenatal appointments later - and I am on a birth high! I palpated (pushed around on pregnant tummies to feel the baby's position); I found and listened to heart beats; I tested urine (I even liked this part!); I measured the uterus; I charted (wrote down all the important stuff in the file); I listened and learned from my mentor as she listened to her clients and gave advice on a number of pregnancy related issues. I met six sweet women who are allowing me a place in their birth stories. Joy, Joy, Joy! And, I came home with six more big books to read.
After all that, I picked up my peeps, and we headed home. And, by some miracle (thank you Jesus) I wasn't even tired on the LONG drive home. What a day!
Goodnight! Sweet dreams!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
June Update
I just got home from running a few errands, and I took a quick inventory of my van. One blown-up, yellow baby floatie in the passenger seat; a small, blue plastic dinosaur - triceratops, I think; a child's Dallas Cowboy's jersey; a Bob the Builder fleece toboggan; and one black batting glove. Those are just the things I could see from my seat - and they are all still in the van - even though I really should have brought them in and put them away. Come to think of it, tomorrow would be a great day to teach my kids how to clean out the van.
Summer will officially be here on Monday, but traditionally I consider the first warm days of May to suffice. This year, however, I'm late. I'm not sure why. May was colder than usual, so the weekend barbecues didn't happen. And, our schedule was interrupted by a few out-of-the-norm events. Maybe those things put me behind. All I know is that I really hope to get in the groove because I really enjoy summer, and I'm afraid I'm going to miss it before I really get into it.
Nolan performed his second wedding on the 5th of June. Two of our youth group kids grew up and got married. What a privilege to have had such an important role in their lives. And, thanks to technology, we get to continue our friendship with them even though miles now separate us. In the same wedding, Isaac made his debut as a ring bearer. He took his job very seriously. Dressed in tuxedo, shiny shoes and cuff links in our hotel room, he made note of how handsome he looked and practiced keeping his eyes on the bride as Nolan and I (pretending to be the bride) jumped around the hotel room to see if he could stay focused. After the wedding, he mentioned that the flower girls were being pretty nice to him and he was being pretty nice to them. After all, he "figured he'd marry one of them someday." At the dance following the wedding, Caleb and Isaac showcased a few dance moves that we've never seen before. What fun memories!
My mom and I took a quick trip to New Mexico to celebrate our birthdays (a few days early). I'm blessed to count my mom among my closest friends. I hope to share that same relationship with Willow when she's grown.
This morning I was about to put Willow down for a nap when Benjamin (age 2) said, "Mama, no nap for Willow, I loves her." Melt my heart! (But Willow took a nap just the same.)
Midwifery study continues. It's quite overwhelming, and I'm having still having trouble trying to balance study and family. Nolan is a jewel allowing me most evenings to bury my nose in a book - and then proceed to tell him what I've learned about vaginal breech birth or placentas or breastfeeding - you get the idea.
What a blessed life I lead!
Summer will officially be here on Monday, but traditionally I consider the first warm days of May to suffice. This year, however, I'm late. I'm not sure why. May was colder than usual, so the weekend barbecues didn't happen. And, our schedule was interrupted by a few out-of-the-norm events. Maybe those things put me behind. All I know is that I really hope to get in the groove because I really enjoy summer, and I'm afraid I'm going to miss it before I really get into it.
Nolan performed his second wedding on the 5th of June. Two of our youth group kids grew up and got married. What a privilege to have had such an important role in their lives. And, thanks to technology, we get to continue our friendship with them even though miles now separate us. In the same wedding, Isaac made his debut as a ring bearer. He took his job very seriously. Dressed in tuxedo, shiny shoes and cuff links in our hotel room, he made note of how handsome he looked and practiced keeping his eyes on the bride as Nolan and I (pretending to be the bride) jumped around the hotel room to see if he could stay focused. After the wedding, he mentioned that the flower girls were being pretty nice to him and he was being pretty nice to them. After all, he "figured he'd marry one of them someday." At the dance following the wedding, Caleb and Isaac showcased a few dance moves that we've never seen before. What fun memories!
My mom and I took a quick trip to New Mexico to celebrate our birthdays (a few days early). I'm blessed to count my mom among my closest friends. I hope to share that same relationship with Willow when she's grown.
This morning I was about to put Willow down for a nap when Benjamin (age 2) said, "Mama, no nap for Willow, I loves her." Melt my heart! (But Willow took a nap just the same.)
Midwifery study continues. It's quite overwhelming, and I'm having still having trouble trying to balance study and family. Nolan is a jewel allowing me most evenings to bury my nose in a book - and then proceed to tell him what I've learned about vaginal breech birth or placentas or breastfeeding - you get the idea.
What a blessed life I lead!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Different Kinds of Midwives
When I began to consider becoming a midwife, I really didn't know where to begin - so I did what anybody else would do - I googled it. "How to become a midwife." The next month of research showed me just how little I knew about midwifery - and I'm not talking about the pregnancy/delivery part - I'm simply referring to the term "midwifery." I'll try to sum up in very basic terms what I learned, just in case any of you are interested.
There are two basic types of midwives: direct entry midwives and nurse midwives.
Let me begin with direct entry midwives. They have many titles depending on their education, licensing agency, and sometimes personal choice. Some of these titles include Certified Professional Midwife (CPM), Licensed Midwife (LM), Direct Entry Midwife (DEM). Occasionally midwives choose to go without licensing, and in some areas direct entry midwifery is actually illegal.
Direct entry midwifery has been going through some dynamic change during the past several years. Traditionally direct entry midwives learned their trade through apprenticeships and self-study. In the past several years, several organizations have begun the process of formalizing the training a midwife receives while still holding onto the valuable hands-on skills she gains from apprenticeships. Now, in order to hold one of the above titles, a midwife must study and apprentice and then pass an exam. Most licensing agencies, including the Texas Department of Health and Human Services, uses the NARM (National Association of Registered Midwives) -http://www.narm.org/ - exam which would be equivalent to passing an all encompassing exam in other professions like law or nursing. In order to be registered with NARM, a midwife must meet several criteria including passing the written exam and a hands-on skills exam and attending 20 births as an active attendant and 20 additional births as a primary under supervision.
A direct entry midwife primarily practices in homes and/or birth centers, but not hospitals. Although, if a client needs to transfer to a hospital a midwife should submit her charts to the attending physician and can possibly stay as the woman's labor assistant. A direct entry midwife does not generally carry malpractice insurance. The availability of such is limited and most direct entry midwives have opted not to carry the insurance because of the prohibitive cost - desiring to keep costs low for their clients. Most direct entry midwives act on the belief that by only assisting low-risk women and by developing a in-depth, personal relationship with a woman and her family, the risk of lawsuits are greatly diminished.
A nurse midwife's training differs considerably. A nurse midwife is first a nurse, having attended and graduated from nursing school and gone on to work as a nurse for a period of time. Following that, she may apply to nurse midwifery school to obtain her master's in midwifery. Upon graduation she is a nurse midwife.
Generally nurse midwives practice in hospitals or birth centers. The lack of malpractice insurance that covers nurse midwives practicing in home birth situations has limited their availability in that arena.
There are lots of opinions about which type of midwife is the best. Studies have shown the safety of both representatives, so my recommendation is to interview a few different midwives, pray about it, and go forward with the person that seems to suit you best. By the way, midwifery needs all the support it can get from the grassroots level to add your voice to the mix, go to the Citizens for Midwifery http://www.cfmidwifery.org/ site.
*Sorry for my links...I couldn't get them to work right, so I just typed the addresses into my post.
There are two basic types of midwives: direct entry midwives and nurse midwives.
Let me begin with direct entry midwives. They have many titles depending on their education, licensing agency, and sometimes personal choice. Some of these titles include Certified Professional Midwife (CPM), Licensed Midwife (LM), Direct Entry Midwife (DEM). Occasionally midwives choose to go without licensing, and in some areas direct entry midwifery is actually illegal.
Direct entry midwifery has been going through some dynamic change during the past several years. Traditionally direct entry midwives learned their trade through apprenticeships and self-study. In the past several years, several organizations have begun the process of formalizing the training a midwife receives while still holding onto the valuable hands-on skills she gains from apprenticeships. Now, in order to hold one of the above titles, a midwife must study and apprentice and then pass an exam. Most licensing agencies, including the Texas Department of Health and Human Services, uses the NARM (National Association of Registered Midwives) -http://www.narm.org/ - exam which would be equivalent to passing an all encompassing exam in other professions like law or nursing. In order to be registered with NARM, a midwife must meet several criteria including passing the written exam and a hands-on skills exam and attending 20 births as an active attendant and 20 additional births as a primary under supervision.
A direct entry midwife primarily practices in homes and/or birth centers, but not hospitals. Although, if a client needs to transfer to a hospital a midwife should submit her charts to the attending physician and can possibly stay as the woman's labor assistant. A direct entry midwife does not generally carry malpractice insurance. The availability of such is limited and most direct entry midwives have opted not to carry the insurance because of the prohibitive cost - desiring to keep costs low for their clients. Most direct entry midwives act on the belief that by only assisting low-risk women and by developing a in-depth, personal relationship with a woman and her family, the risk of lawsuits are greatly diminished.
A nurse midwife's training differs considerably. A nurse midwife is first a nurse, having attended and graduated from nursing school and gone on to work as a nurse for a period of time. Following that, she may apply to nurse midwifery school to obtain her master's in midwifery. Upon graduation she is a nurse midwife.
Generally nurse midwives practice in hospitals or birth centers. The lack of malpractice insurance that covers nurse midwives practicing in home birth situations has limited their availability in that arena.
There are lots of opinions about which type of midwife is the best. Studies have shown the safety of both representatives, so my recommendation is to interview a few different midwives, pray about it, and go forward with the person that seems to suit you best. By the way, midwifery needs all the support it can get from the grassroots level to add your voice to the mix, go to the Citizens for Midwifery http://www.cfmidwifery.org/ site.
*Sorry for my links...I couldn't get them to work right, so I just typed the addresses into my post.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
What are you doing that requires faith?
I'm reading a book called "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan, a mega-church pastor with a few different ideas about how we should be doing church and living out our lives devoted to Jesus. I've started reading this book multiple times the past couple of years, but never got past chapter 3. This time things are different. I'm moderating the book/video series for our Homebuilders Sunday School class. Sometimes I need a little extra motivation to get things done - this assignment has proved most helpful, and I just finished chapter 7 (of 10).
In chapter 7, Francis gets into some verses that we tend to "overlook", like "sell all your possessions and give to the poor" (Luke 12:33). He also talks about Christ telling us "to count the cost of following Him and surrendering everything". That place of trust is nearly unheard of in our comfortable, American Christianity.
He goes on to ask the question, "What are you doing that requires faith?" If it is easier, he says, break that question into two parts - What are you doing? and then, of those things, What requires faith?
Of course I have to examine my own life as I explore these truths. What am I doing that requires faith? There have been several things that have taken faith for me the past few years. First, was having my last two babies at home. Second, was beginning to homeschool our oldest two children. And, most recently, was the decision to pursue training in midwifery. All three of these things were outside my comfort zone, but we felt God's leading us in all of these areas.
In hindsight, homebirth and homeschool were obviously the right choices; we were being obedient. But, in the midst of those decisions, we had to take a giant step of faith saying, "God, we sure hope we're hearing you right on this one!"
I'm still in the "giant step of faith" stage on the midwifery training. It is something I definitely have an interest and desire to do, but there are so many other things to consider.
God didn't give me the entire plan, step by step, He simply answered a prayer I voiced, by saying, "Why don't you figure out what it would take to become a midwife." He didn't say start this training, go to this school, apprentice with these midwives, practice in this location.
So, I'm learning to take it one step at a time. And, that is what I'm doing that requires faith right now. It's definitely not in the league with, "selling all my possessions and giving to the poor", but I believe it's what is required of me right now. And, these steps of obedience should prepare me for the steps yet to come.
In chapter 7, Francis gets into some verses that we tend to "overlook", like "sell all your possessions and give to the poor" (Luke 12:33). He also talks about Christ telling us "to count the cost of following Him and surrendering everything". That place of trust is nearly unheard of in our comfortable, American Christianity.
He goes on to ask the question, "What are you doing that requires faith?" If it is easier, he says, break that question into two parts - What are you doing? and then, of those things, What requires faith?
Of course I have to examine my own life as I explore these truths. What am I doing that requires faith? There have been several things that have taken faith for me the past few years. First, was having my last two babies at home. Second, was beginning to homeschool our oldest two children. And, most recently, was the decision to pursue training in midwifery. All three of these things were outside my comfort zone, but we felt God's leading us in all of these areas.
In hindsight, homebirth and homeschool were obviously the right choices; we were being obedient. But, in the midst of those decisions, we had to take a giant step of faith saying, "God, we sure hope we're hearing you right on this one!"
I'm still in the "giant step of faith" stage on the midwifery training. It is something I definitely have an interest and desire to do, but there are so many other things to consider.
- Is pursuing a direct-entry midwifery licence right vs. a nurse-midwife training.
- How am I going to apprentice when the closest midwives are two hours away / how will this affect my family?
- This is taking a major time commitment. Is it worth the sacrifices of family, friends, free-time?
- What if I get trained, become a midwife, start practicing and a momma or baby dies?
- What if I get trained, become a midwife, start practicing and the gov't changes the laws regarding midwives?
- What if people talk about how wacky I am behind my back?
- What if people think/say I'm endangering moms and babies?
God didn't give me the entire plan, step by step, He simply answered a prayer I voiced, by saying, "Why don't you figure out what it would take to become a midwife." He didn't say start this training, go to this school, apprentice with these midwives, practice in this location.
So, I'm learning to take it one step at a time. And, that is what I'm doing that requires faith right now. It's definitely not in the league with, "selling all my possessions and giving to the poor", but I believe it's what is required of me right now. And, these steps of obedience should prepare me for the steps yet to come.
Friday, May 14, 2010
First Birth
Because doulas are pretty much unheard of in Perryton, I scheduled an informational meeting with our hospital administration and director of nurses this past Monday. The meeting went well. I would say they were receptive, but skeptical. I also had my first prenatal meeting with the mom and dad last Thursday, so they had a better idea of what we were getting into. We planned a second meeting to go over comfort measures, etc...but that turned into a "working meeting" when mom went into labor on Wednesday - a full three weeks before her due date.
I got a call at 1:10 a.m. on Wednesday morning from the dad saying they were on the way to the hospital. So I jumped in my clothes and grabbed my doula books / bag and headed to the hospital. Of course, my bag wasn't packed, and I wasn't as prepared as I would have liked, because I thought we probably had at least another week. But, we went with it!
Moms labor was long and each time we entered a new phase, I would reference my materials, and we would work through her contractions. We all knew ahead of time that this would be a "training" birth, to kind of help me get my bearings. I really was pleased with how we were able to work together. And, a healthy baby boy was born after 14 hours of labor.
I learned a lot from this birth, but more importantly, I was honored to be a part of such an important part of a family's life. JOY!
I got a call at 1:10 a.m. on Wednesday morning from the dad saying they were on the way to the hospital. So I jumped in my clothes and grabbed my doula books / bag and headed to the hospital. Of course, my bag wasn't packed, and I wasn't as prepared as I would have liked, because I thought we probably had at least another week. But, we went with it!
Moms labor was long and each time we entered a new phase, I would reference my materials, and we would work through her contractions. We all knew ahead of time that this would be a "training" birth, to kind of help me get my bearings. I really was pleased with how we were able to work together. And, a healthy baby boy was born after 14 hours of labor.
I learned a lot from this birth, but more importantly, I was honored to be a part of such an important part of a family's life. JOY!
Monday, May 3, 2010
A few thoughts
Just a few thoughts I had today that I thought I'd share - for no particular reason.
(1) I caved in and bought ten of the canvas grocery bags today. I know I should feel good about this, after all I am doing something good for the earth. But, somehow, I feel like I gave into "peer" pressure - even though I'm not sure any of my "peers" use them. I always felt guilty about answering plastic when the grocery guy said, "paper or plastic." I just knew that secretly he was thinking, gosh this lady doesn't even care enough to use paper or better get the canvas bags. I'm sure, in reality, the grocery guy wasn't thinking about my bagging choice, but the cute girl ringing up my groceries, or when his break was coming, or what he was going to do tonight. But now I have ten canvas bags - I hope I remember to bring them to the grocery store.
(2) On the way to church Sunday morning, my two oldest boys were in the back of the minivan and had this conversation:
"Isaac look, there is a guy playing golf. I bet he doesn't know Jesus" (implying he'd be going to church instead of playing golf, if he knew Jesus.)
"Whoa, let's go tell him about Jesus!" (says Isaac)
"We can't to that; we can't talk to strangers." (says Caleb)
(3) Loosing faith? Our family, church and community have been dealing with an awful situation regarding a young man who was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor and had surgery to remove it. Following the surgery, the young man talked and joked with his family, but then his brain began to swell, and he was put in a medically induced coma for several weeks. Things did not improve and all the tests showed significant brain damage. We've been through a range of emotions. Lots of questions have been tossed around regarding our faith, or lack thereof; God's role vs. Satan's role; a roller coaster of emotion. Through it all, my children have been guarded, but still a part of the prayer. Last week, I told them that it would take a miracle for this boy to live. My oldest son said, "Mom, sometimes even at funerals people get up from the dead." Then he paused and added, "But, I guess that only happened in the Bible, right??" I love the innocence and faith that children exhibit. My oldest seems to be on somewhere in between childlike faith and whatever comes after that...I guess a little doubt. It's sad to me, I've counted on their innocent faith in moments like these - it somehow made me feel like things that I couldn't muster the faith for could somehow still happen because of their faith. (BTW, I'm sure none of that is theologically correct, just me trying to process life.)
(4) Last week, my husband and I had the joy of a leisurely supper with some old college friends. All of our kids were with sitters, and we visited long after our meals were finished and the waiters were stacking chairs on the tables. Then we moved to the parking lot and continued our visit for another 30 minutes. Our friendship began in college before any of us were married, continued through early marriage, and has now rounded the corner of kids and 10 year anniversaries. This time, our conversation centered around raising our children and our various jobs. Even though we live far apart and only get together periodically, the conversation still flowed; we enjoyed lots of laughs; shared struggles; and genuinely enjoyed each others company. We both made sacrifices to make this supper happen, and grandparents stepped up admirably to help in that regard. I sincerely believe that friendships are one of God's greatest gifts!
(5) Midwifery update: I received my classwork for the "Introduction to Midwifery" course around mid-April. I have 20 assignments due before October 10. One assignment includes reading eight different books and submitting notes. In fact, most assignments require submitting detailed notes and creating "files" about different subjects to use for reference should I continue to become a midwife. I can't imagine a better way to learn. I'm really enjoying what I'm learning. I'll try to write in more detail about this soon.
(6) Doula. I have my first doula birth scheduled for the beginning of June. I'll meet with mom and dad in the next week or two to outline what they would like to happen during labor and delivery. I'm excited, but nervous. I'm also meeting with the administration for our local (rural) hospital to educate them on what a doula is/does. When I asked for the meeting, no one knew what a doula was, so I'll anticipating an interesting conversation. I am hoping they are receptive!
(1) I caved in and bought ten of the canvas grocery bags today. I know I should feel good about this, after all I am doing something good for the earth. But, somehow, I feel like I gave into "peer" pressure - even though I'm not sure any of my "peers" use them. I always felt guilty about answering plastic when the grocery guy said, "paper or plastic." I just knew that secretly he was thinking, gosh this lady doesn't even care enough to use paper or better get the canvas bags. I'm sure, in reality, the grocery guy wasn't thinking about my bagging choice, but the cute girl ringing up my groceries, or when his break was coming, or what he was going to do tonight. But now I have ten canvas bags - I hope I remember to bring them to the grocery store.
(2) On the way to church Sunday morning, my two oldest boys were in the back of the minivan and had this conversation:
"Isaac look, there is a guy playing golf. I bet he doesn't know Jesus" (implying he'd be going to church instead of playing golf, if he knew Jesus.)
"Whoa, let's go tell him about Jesus!" (says Isaac)
"We can't to that; we can't talk to strangers." (says Caleb)
(3) Loosing faith? Our family, church and community have been dealing with an awful situation regarding a young man who was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor and had surgery to remove it. Following the surgery, the young man talked and joked with his family, but then his brain began to swell, and he was put in a medically induced coma for several weeks. Things did not improve and all the tests showed significant brain damage. We've been through a range of emotions. Lots of questions have been tossed around regarding our faith, or lack thereof; God's role vs. Satan's role; a roller coaster of emotion. Through it all, my children have been guarded, but still a part of the prayer. Last week, I told them that it would take a miracle for this boy to live. My oldest son said, "Mom, sometimes even at funerals people get up from the dead." Then he paused and added, "But, I guess that only happened in the Bible, right??" I love the innocence and faith that children exhibit. My oldest seems to be on somewhere in between childlike faith and whatever comes after that...I guess a little doubt. It's sad to me, I've counted on their innocent faith in moments like these - it somehow made me feel like things that I couldn't muster the faith for could somehow still happen because of their faith. (BTW, I'm sure none of that is theologically correct, just me trying to process life.)
(4) Last week, my husband and I had the joy of a leisurely supper with some old college friends. All of our kids were with sitters, and we visited long after our meals were finished and the waiters were stacking chairs on the tables. Then we moved to the parking lot and continued our visit for another 30 minutes. Our friendship began in college before any of us were married, continued through early marriage, and has now rounded the corner of kids and 10 year anniversaries. This time, our conversation centered around raising our children and our various jobs. Even though we live far apart and only get together periodically, the conversation still flowed; we enjoyed lots of laughs; shared struggles; and genuinely enjoyed each others company. We both made sacrifices to make this supper happen, and grandparents stepped up admirably to help in that regard. I sincerely believe that friendships are one of God's greatest gifts!
(5) Midwifery update: I received my classwork for the "Introduction to Midwifery" course around mid-April. I have 20 assignments due before October 10. One assignment includes reading eight different books and submitting notes. In fact, most assignments require submitting detailed notes and creating "files" about different subjects to use for reference should I continue to become a midwife. I can't imagine a better way to learn. I'm really enjoying what I'm learning. I'll try to write in more detail about this soon.
(6) Doula. I have my first doula birth scheduled for the beginning of June. I'll meet with mom and dad in the next week or two to outline what they would like to happen during labor and delivery. I'm excited, but nervous. I'm also meeting with the administration for our local (rural) hospital to educate them on what a doula is/does. When I asked for the meeting, no one knew what a doula was, so I'll anticipating an interesting conversation. I am hoping they are receptive!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
House of Dreams
Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? I did when I was little - probably about six years old - I had two and they were both scary. When I got older I recognized it was probably my subconscious trying to process the new world of school and relationships.
Within the last year, I have had another reoccurring dream. As of this morning, I've had it three times. It isn't exactly the same every time, but similar enough for me to call it reoccurring. The first two times, I was in my house - not the house I actually live in, but the house I lived in in my dream. And, all of the sudden I discover a whole new section of the house that I didn't even know existed. I felt upset that I had all this space going to waste and I didn't even know it.
Well, if you know me at all, you know that I've been longing for, dreaming of, coveting a bigger house for several years. So, naturally, I figured this dream had something to do with my subconscious somehow processing that unfulfilled desire.
Then, this morning, I had the dream again. This time, instead of a whole new section of the house that I'd never seen before, there were lots of smaller rooms located here and there throughout my house, and it was obvious that I had at some point known about them because they were partially decorated with my things. But, somehow, I'd forgotten about them. Again, I was upset about all this space going to waste. I wondered how I could have forgotten, when the one thing I'm always looking for is more space.
So, today, I processed those dreams a little more. Could they be spiritual? Is the house really my life? Is all that space that I either (a) didn't know existed or (b) forgot about - really spiritual gifts or purpose that I am failing to use or fulfill?
I don't know. But I did ask God to show me how to use my giftings to better glorify Him. And, to take me down that road.
Either way, I figure I'm better now than I was before those dreams.
Within the last year, I have had another reoccurring dream. As of this morning, I've had it three times. It isn't exactly the same every time, but similar enough for me to call it reoccurring. The first two times, I was in my house - not the house I actually live in, but the house I lived in in my dream. And, all of the sudden I discover a whole new section of the house that I didn't even know existed. I felt upset that I had all this space going to waste and I didn't even know it.
Well, if you know me at all, you know that I've been longing for, dreaming of, coveting a bigger house for several years. So, naturally, I figured this dream had something to do with my subconscious somehow processing that unfulfilled desire.
Then, this morning, I had the dream again. This time, instead of a whole new section of the house that I'd never seen before, there were lots of smaller rooms located here and there throughout my house, and it was obvious that I had at some point known about them because they were partially decorated with my things. But, somehow, I'd forgotten about them. Again, I was upset about all this space going to waste. I wondered how I could have forgotten, when the one thing I'm always looking for is more space.
So, today, I processed those dreams a little more. Could they be spiritual? Is the house really my life? Is all that space that I either (a) didn't know existed or (b) forgot about - really spiritual gifts or purpose that I am failing to use or fulfill?
I don't know. But I did ask God to show me how to use my giftings to better glorify Him. And, to take me down that road.
Either way, I figure I'm better now than I was before those dreams.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Bits and Pieces
Willow slept in a regular bed last night - two days before her first birthday. It was way to soon for this momma to let her last baby move out of the crib. But, after four kids, that crib was on its last leg. So, for her safety, the crib came down and the bed went up. She did great. This afternoon, however, has been another story. She and Benjamin (who share a room) are still in there jabbering and laughing - they should have been asleep about 45 minutes ago. I'm hoping they tire out in a little bit!
Homeschool. Just a quick update. LOVIN' IT! It's so rewarding. And, the relationships that I'm enjoying with my children, and the relationships between my children are hands-down my favorite part. What a blessing!
Doula training. Awesome. I learned SO much - wish I would have known it BEFORE I went through labor four times. But, hopefully, I will be able to help other women as they are going through labor! Let me know if you would like a Doula for your birth!
Homeschool. Just a quick update. LOVIN' IT! It's so rewarding. And, the relationships that I'm enjoying with my children, and the relationships between my children are hands-down my favorite part. What a blessing!
Doula training. Awesome. I learned SO much - wish I would have known it BEFORE I went through labor four times. But, hopefully, I will be able to help other women as they are going through labor! Let me know if you would like a Doula for your birth!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Rhythm or Not
I have NO rhythm. In fact, I even had to ask my husband how to spell that word, rhythm (no vowels, interesting). I was just thinking about something that happened to me years ago in Africa, generally a place that it's good to have rhythm.
(It's weird how things that happened to you years ago pop into your brain without warning.)
I told this story recently at a Bible study for Pastor's wives. There is this erroneous belief that to be a pastor's wife, you must play the piano and/or sing (preferably both). Unfortunately I can do neither. (That's so NOT fair by the way!). Fortunately, I realize I can do neither, and my "Africa story" probably helped me with the understanding that music just isn't my gifting.
In 1998 I went on a mission trip to Tanzania, Africa with a team from my college ministry. We spent two weeks doing various outreaches and helping a missionary couple in Tanzania. While we were there, we did several Vacation Bible Schools. One such VBS was in the Bush. The African Bush is amazing! There is nothing for miles. It really looks like a scene out of The Lion King. Long stretches of African plains with random vegetation, a few scattered up-side-down trees (I don't know what they are really called, but they kind of look like they are upside down), an occasional mesa, and a few mud huts situated in small clumps.
This particular day, we traveled several miles to the bush to do a VBS for a small community that had indicated an interest in the Gospel. In the African bush, VBS is for the entire family, not just the kids. So we hauled our generator and primitive sound system, which consisted of a microphone and a keyboard, to the middle of nowhere. And we set it up. Not a house in site. Not a person in site. There was a "cornfield". Or maybe I should say there was some corn growing. Not anything like a field you would imagine with nice neat cultivated rows and sprinkler systems.
Anyway, we set up our sound system and we began playing some music on the keyboard (not me, for the aforementioned reasons). And they came. Out of the cornfield. I'm telling you, it was like a scene out of "Field of Dreams." My assignment was to lead a lesson complete with a flannel board and Bible characters and a translator. But that came after the singing. For now, I was all caught up in the moment. Watching the people come out of the cornfield, and join our VBS, and participate in worship. Soon, some dear soul brought me a drum.
ohhhhh. If they would have only known. If I would have only been in having a clear-thinking moment. But I wasn't. And, I played that drum with all my heart. And, let me add, it wasn't just any drum. It was a hand-made, goat-skin stretch tight over the top, big drum. Probably someone's prize possession. And they gave it to me. Like I said, I have NO RHYTHM. And, now Africa knows it. And, they promptly took my drum away. Really. They walked over to my and took the drum. The end. (I did do my lesson, and had more success.)
So, I hold no "pastor's wives" illusions about needing to sing or play an instrument - have I mentioned that I can't even remember the words to church songs that I've sung for years. If the projector screen were to go out, I'd still sing my heart out (in my seat, you don't have to be good to worship God in your seat) but I guarantee you the words wouldn't be the ones the author put together!
By the way, is it weird that I married a drummer? I mean, the boy beats on the steering wheel in the car. He beats on his leg, he taps his foot - he has a beat in his head ALL the time. And, he loves me. Strange how that works.
(It's weird how things that happened to you years ago pop into your brain without warning.)
I told this story recently at a Bible study for Pastor's wives. There is this erroneous belief that to be a pastor's wife, you must play the piano and/or sing (preferably both). Unfortunately I can do neither. (That's so NOT fair by the way!). Fortunately, I realize I can do neither, and my "Africa story" probably helped me with the understanding that music just isn't my gifting.
In 1998 I went on a mission trip to Tanzania, Africa with a team from my college ministry. We spent two weeks doing various outreaches and helping a missionary couple in Tanzania. While we were there, we did several Vacation Bible Schools. One such VBS was in the Bush. The African Bush is amazing! There is nothing for miles. It really looks like a scene out of The Lion King. Long stretches of African plains with random vegetation, a few scattered up-side-down trees (I don't know what they are really called, but they kind of look like they are upside down), an occasional mesa, and a few mud huts situated in small clumps.
This particular day, we traveled several miles to the bush to do a VBS for a small community that had indicated an interest in the Gospel. In the African bush, VBS is for the entire family, not just the kids. So we hauled our generator and primitive sound system, which consisted of a microphone and a keyboard, to the middle of nowhere. And we set it up. Not a house in site. Not a person in site. There was a "cornfield". Or maybe I should say there was some corn growing. Not anything like a field you would imagine with nice neat cultivated rows and sprinkler systems.
Anyway, we set up our sound system and we began playing some music on the keyboard (not me, for the aforementioned reasons). And they came. Out of the cornfield. I'm telling you, it was like a scene out of "Field of Dreams." My assignment was to lead a lesson complete with a flannel board and Bible characters and a translator. But that came after the singing. For now, I was all caught up in the moment. Watching the people come out of the cornfield, and join our VBS, and participate in worship. Soon, some dear soul brought me a drum.
ohhhhh. If they would have only known. If I would have only been in having a clear-thinking moment. But I wasn't. And, I played that drum with all my heart. And, let me add, it wasn't just any drum. It was a hand-made, goat-skin stretch tight over the top, big drum. Probably someone's prize possession. And they gave it to me. Like I said, I have NO RHYTHM. And, now Africa knows it. And, they promptly took my drum away. Really. They walked over to my and took the drum. The end. (I did do my lesson, and had more success.)
So, I hold no "pastor's wives" illusions about needing to sing or play an instrument - have I mentioned that I can't even remember the words to church songs that I've sung for years. If the projector screen were to go out, I'd still sing my heart out (in my seat, you don't have to be good to worship God in your seat) but I guarantee you the words wouldn't be the ones the author put together!
By the way, is it weird that I married a drummer? I mean, the boy beats on the steering wheel in the car. He beats on his leg, he taps his foot - he has a beat in his head ALL the time. And, he loves me. Strange how that works.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Doula
I'm taking a class this weekend in Oklahoma City - a Doula training course.
What the heck is a doula?
I signed up for the course primarily to supplement my midwifery training. In order to prepare for the class I've read two books, "The Birth Partner" and "Pregnancy, Childbirth, and the Newborn". I wish I would have read them before I had my four kids! I would definitely recommend them if you are expecting.
Deciding to pursue midwifery training has launched a range of emotions in me. One of those emotions is the possibility of letting down my husband and/or kids. Fortunately, Nolan and I have a strong marriage. He is supportive of my dreams, but we've also agreed to take this one step at a time and be on the lookout for things that would not be good for our family. So, I guess I'm viewing this weekend as the first kind of "test" of that commitment.
In case you are wondering, I've submitted my application for the Introduction to Midwifery class at the Ancient Art of Midwifery Institute. I should hear something in the next few weeks. Check out the link for more info on this class and the school.
What the heck is a doula?
A doula is a person who supports a woman in labor. The doula is trained in comfort measures, stages of labor, positions for labor, the 3 Rs - rhythm, relaxation and ritual - which are helpful in labor. She also helps a couple, or single woman, prepare a birth plan, she provides extra support for the woman's partner, she helps you communicate with the caregivers (like doctors, nurses, midwives, etc) if necessary. A doula can also be certified as a postpartum doula. She then helps the woman/couple transition at home. She helps with breastfeeding, sleeping, newborn questions and can even do light housework and cooking. (For more info. see the "doula" link above.)
I signed up for the course primarily to supplement my midwifery training. In order to prepare for the class I've read two books, "The Birth Partner" and "Pregnancy, Childbirth, and the Newborn". I wish I would have read them before I had my four kids! I would definitely recommend them if you are expecting.
Deciding to pursue midwifery training has launched a range of emotions in me. One of those emotions is the possibility of letting down my husband and/or kids. Fortunately, Nolan and I have a strong marriage. He is supportive of my dreams, but we've also agreed to take this one step at a time and be on the lookout for things that would not be good for our family. So, I guess I'm viewing this weekend as the first kind of "test" of that commitment.
In case you are wondering, I've submitted my application for the Introduction to Midwifery class at the Ancient Art of Midwifery Institute. I should hear something in the next few weeks. Check out the link for more info on this class and the school.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Have I mentioned that I really enjoy Facebook? I do. My favorite part - connecting with friends and family that I wouldn't otherwise connect with. Just thought I'd let you know.
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I've been doing some soul-searching lately. I have a...dream? I'm not sure it's really a dream.
Maybe - a desire, a "want-to".
A, "I think I'd be good at and really enjoy."
A, "I could live my life and not do this, and be just fine, but I think my life (and maybe some other people's lives) will be better if".
I've prayed and sought counsel. I've researched and made contacts. My emotions have been up and down and back again. And, finally I've found peace, which is what I like to think is God's way of guiding me.
I want to pursue becoming a midwife. And, I am. I'm not quite to the jump-in-with-both-feet point, but I've signed up for an Introduction to Midwifery (funny word) course.
This is a stretch for me. I'd really like to be able to see the BIG picture about now. I consider myself a "follow-the-rules" kind of gal. I like to go with the flow, not stand out - at least not for being different. But, the past few years, God has really stretched me out of my box. It began with home birth and was followed by home school. Two decisions that aren't in my "color-inside-the-lines" comfort zone. Now this desire to become a midwife too??
A few years ago, I wouldn't have even thought of those unconventional options. But, let's just say they wondered into my brain: I would have hoped that IF God wanted me (and He surely wouldn't) to do those things, I would somehow find a way to obey. But as we've encountered each decision, God's peace has been so sure that it was the only NATURAL option. Isn't that amazing. AMAZING!
So, will I become a midwife? I don't know. Right now, I have peace about this introductory course. We'll see what comes next.
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I haven't talked about Isaac (son #2) lately. Nolan and I often say, "I love that kid." He's so passionate. He's our cuddler. He'll hug you and not let go. He'll stop what he's doing just to come give you a kiss. Love is not the only emotion he shows, however. It has been, and I'm sure will continue to be, his challenge to operate in self-control. As he is struggling with this, I have found myself, often unsuccessfully, trying to be a role model. Did you know grown-ups are used to getting their way? How did you react the last time things didn't go your way?
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I've been doing some soul-searching lately. I have a...dream? I'm not sure it's really a dream.
Maybe - a desire, a "want-to".
A, "I think I'd be good at and really enjoy."
A, "I could live my life and not do this, and be just fine, but I think my life (and maybe some other people's lives) will be better if".
I've prayed and sought counsel. I've researched and made contacts. My emotions have been up and down and back again. And, finally I've found peace, which is what I like to think is God's way of guiding me.
I want to pursue becoming a midwife. And, I am. I'm not quite to the jump-in-with-both-feet point, but I've signed up for an Introduction to Midwifery (funny word) course.
This is a stretch for me. I'd really like to be able to see the BIG picture about now. I consider myself a "follow-the-rules" kind of gal. I like to go with the flow, not stand out - at least not for being different. But, the past few years, God has really stretched me out of my box. It began with home birth and was followed by home school. Two decisions that aren't in my "color-inside-the-lines" comfort zone. Now this desire to become a midwife too??
A few years ago, I wouldn't have even thought of those unconventional options. But, let's just say they wondered into my brain: I would have hoped that IF God wanted me (and He surely wouldn't) to do those things, I would somehow find a way to obey. But as we've encountered each decision, God's peace has been so sure that it was the only NATURAL option. Isn't that amazing. AMAZING!
So, will I become a midwife? I don't know. Right now, I have peace about this introductory course. We'll see what comes next.
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I haven't talked about Isaac (son #2) lately. Nolan and I often say, "I love that kid." He's so passionate. He's our cuddler. He'll hug you and not let go. He'll stop what he's doing just to come give you a kiss. Love is not the only emotion he shows, however. It has been, and I'm sure will continue to be, his challenge to operate in self-control. As he is struggling with this, I have found myself, often unsuccessfully, trying to be a role model. Did you know grown-ups are used to getting their way? How did you react the last time things didn't go your way?
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Just ignore the fact that I haven't written on this blog in who knows how long.
So, I seriously need a new look for this page. It looks like I spilled a bottle of Pepto Bismol, and while Pepto serves a purpose, I don't like reminders except when absolutely necessary. I'm sure I picked out this layout when I was pregnant with Willow. Looking back, I should have known she was a girl way before the sonogram confirmed it. For the first time in my life, jewelry took on a life of its own. I HAD to have earrings, a necklace and bracelets or at least two of the three. I'm pretty sure I even dreamed in Pink. After she was born, I went back to my old self - wishing I wanted to put on the jewelry that I had accumulated while pregnant. Instead, I grab the same pair of earrings I wear every time I think to myself, "oh, I really should dress up a little." Forget the necklaces and bracelets.
Everyone asks if I think she'll be a girly-girl or a tomboy. Who knows? Right now she chooses balls and cars over dolls, but with three big brothers does she really have a choice? In the long run, I imagine she'll be a little of both.
Anyway, on to other things. We have these rabbits that live in our backyard. I really don't know how many of them there are, but they provide lots of entertainment for our family. Benjamin (son #3) loves the bunnies. If he doesn't want to eat his supper, we just remind him that the bunnies love (fill in the blank), and he happily munches his food just like a rabbit would. The other day, the boys mentioned again how they would like to have a pet. We talked about what kind of pet would be best. We decided we did NOT want a pet that could eat us, so lions were out. We did NOT want a pet that pooped a lot or that would smash our house if it sat down, so dinosaurs were out. We also agreed that cats were definitely out because they might eat our rabbits. In the end, we decided our rabbits were the best pets. They live in our back yard by their own choice. We don't feed them. We don't have to take care of them. But, they offer us lots of entertainment. So for now, the rabbits will remain our only pets...and as a parent, who would surely handle the responsibility for a pet, I am very glad for our "pet" rabbits.
Speaking of rabbits, I have a little David as my first-born. Last summer he was running along the drainage ditch near our house and he saw a rabbit (surely not one that lives in our backyard) and he picked up a dirt clod and took aim. From about 30 yards, that kid nailed the rabbit in the head and killed the varmint. Couldn't do it again if he tried, and believe me he's tried. He was so sad. He came running in the house and said, momma, I think I hurt a rabbit. I didn't mean to. I think he's asleep in the ditch. I checked out the rabbit. Fortunately, daddy's a preacher, and we had our own rabbit funeral that afternoon. Reminded me of the many funerals my brother and our friends performed over the years for mice and birds. We always sang, "The Yellow Rose of Texas." Maybe that's what was missing in that little rabbit funeral last summer.
So, I seriously need a new look for this page. It looks like I spilled a bottle of Pepto Bismol, and while Pepto serves a purpose, I don't like reminders except when absolutely necessary. I'm sure I picked out this layout when I was pregnant with Willow. Looking back, I should have known she was a girl way before the sonogram confirmed it. For the first time in my life, jewelry took on a life of its own. I HAD to have earrings, a necklace and bracelets or at least two of the three. I'm pretty sure I even dreamed in Pink. After she was born, I went back to my old self - wishing I wanted to put on the jewelry that I had accumulated while pregnant. Instead, I grab the same pair of earrings I wear every time I think to myself, "oh, I really should dress up a little." Forget the necklaces and bracelets.
Everyone asks if I think she'll be a girly-girl or a tomboy. Who knows? Right now she chooses balls and cars over dolls, but with three big brothers does she really have a choice? In the long run, I imagine she'll be a little of both.
Anyway, on to other things. We have these rabbits that live in our backyard. I really don't know how many of them there are, but they provide lots of entertainment for our family. Benjamin (son #3) loves the bunnies. If he doesn't want to eat his supper, we just remind him that the bunnies love (fill in the blank), and he happily munches his food just like a rabbit would. The other day, the boys mentioned again how they would like to have a pet. We talked about what kind of pet would be best. We decided we did NOT want a pet that could eat us, so lions were out. We did NOT want a pet that pooped a lot or that would smash our house if it sat down, so dinosaurs were out. We also agreed that cats were definitely out because they might eat our rabbits. In the end, we decided our rabbits were the best pets. They live in our back yard by their own choice. We don't feed them. We don't have to take care of them. But, they offer us lots of entertainment. So for now, the rabbits will remain our only pets...and as a parent, who would surely handle the responsibility for a pet, I am very glad for our "pet" rabbits.
Speaking of rabbits, I have a little David as my first-born. Last summer he was running along the drainage ditch near our house and he saw a rabbit (surely not one that lives in our backyard) and he picked up a dirt clod and took aim. From about 30 yards, that kid nailed the rabbit in the head and killed the varmint. Couldn't do it again if he tried, and believe me he's tried. He was so sad. He came running in the house and said, momma, I think I hurt a rabbit. I didn't mean to. I think he's asleep in the ditch. I checked out the rabbit. Fortunately, daddy's a preacher, and we had our own rabbit funeral that afternoon. Reminded me of the many funerals my brother and our friends performed over the years for mice and birds. We always sang, "The Yellow Rose of Texas." Maybe that's what was missing in that little rabbit funeral last summer.
Monday, July 27, 2009
This afternoon we were getting snacks when my oldest son says to me, out of the blue, "I think Heaven has a golf course....where we'll all play for free...and have shiny clubs - very, very shiny clubs that will never get dirty...at least I hope God has one (a golf course)."
He is his father's son! And, I love him!
He is his father's son! And, I love him!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Growing Up
That title kind of sounds like I should be talking about my kids, but alas I think it's me. I'll be 31 in a few days. I remember last year as I was preparing to turn 30 I set a couple of goals for myself. Don't get your hopes up - nothing life changing - just pure vanity. I wanted to lose the baby weight, grow my hair out and run a 5k. I was well on my way (2 weeks past my birthday) when I began getting dizzy on my runs - which for me means....pregnant! So two of the three goals had to be put on hold. Fortunately, my hair still grows when I'm pregnant.
Well, now almost a year later, I grew my hair - realized I no longer want long hair - and cut it. I have an adorable baby girl - and am once again on the diet train. And, have started walking - but haven't found the desire to start running again - except occasionally when I read about one of my running friends.
Now, I'm approaching 31. Goals for this year? I don't know. But as I look back over the past year, I think I might dub it, "the year I became a grown-up." I still don't feel grown up - and don't necessarily want to be grown up - but it seems like several things that I always designated as "grown up" things happened to me this year - mainly in my likes and dislikes. For example, I started liking green chillis, grapefruit, and coffee. I know for many people these aren't grown up things...it just so happens that my parents always liked these things and I didn't - and of course parents are the ultimate grown ups - so while having four kids doesn't make me feel grown up, eating green chillis and grapefruit and drinking coffee do. Go figure!
Well, now almost a year later, I grew my hair - realized I no longer want long hair - and cut it. I have an adorable baby girl - and am once again on the diet train. And, have started walking - but haven't found the desire to start running again - except occasionally when I read about one of my running friends.
Now, I'm approaching 31. Goals for this year? I don't know. But as I look back over the past year, I think I might dub it, "the year I became a grown-up." I still don't feel grown up - and don't necessarily want to be grown up - but it seems like several things that I always designated as "grown up" things happened to me this year - mainly in my likes and dislikes. For example, I started liking green chillis, grapefruit, and coffee. I know for many people these aren't grown up things...it just so happens that my parents always liked these things and I didn't - and of course parents are the ultimate grown ups - so while having four kids doesn't make me feel grown up, eating green chillis and grapefruit and drinking coffee do. Go figure!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Update
Well here I am updating this blog instead of doing the million things on my list - the list that never ends. I've been on a "getting our house ready to sell" kick lately. I don't actually have a moving plan - you know like somewhere else to go - but I've been hoping for a bigger house for over a year and thought I ought to get ready in case one falls in my lap :) So all those little projects that never get completed like painting the baseboards, cleaning out closets, fixing the crack in the sidewalk, cleaning the light fixture on the front porch have been added to my already extensive list.
Beyond that, Nolan and I have, through much prayer, decided to homeschool our two oldest boys next year. God has quite a sense of humor - I've always pictured myself as room mom not teacher mom. But, we feel certain that this is his desire for us this coming year so I've dived into researching curriculum, getting hooked up with the local homeschool association and learning all about "scope and sequence" - what they are supposed to learn and when. Saying I'm nervous would be an understatement....but at the same time I'm more excited about this than anything I've done in a long time. This also gives me courage that we are indeed hearing God correctly - because I'm pretty sure I would have never had this idea on my own - and been excited about it!
(Kind of like I felt about homebirth too.)
Tonight is the last youth service for the summer - although there will still be plenty of activities. Nolan and I are a little sad to see this senior class go - they've been so diligent and have become our good friends. So it will be a little bittersweet as we pray over them and their future tonight.
SUMMER - Caleb and Isaac's last day of school is in two days. Let the fun begin...along with a little learning. We plan on doing some chore training this summer along with a little concentrated work with some character issues - but nothing to serious.
Benjamin and Willow (our 3rd and 4th) are also doing great. Benjamin loves to play with his brothers, love on his sister and impress us with new words daily! Willow is sleeping through the night and letting us play dress up in all the adorable little girl clothes/bows we've only been able to look at the past few years.
Diet. It's official. It's time to start working on all this weight that has accumulated over the past 6 years and 4 kids. Week one was successful. Now let's see how long I can keep it up.
Well, I think that is my life in a couple of paragraphs. Here's a pic of my sweet babies.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Welcome Willow Rejoice!
Well...so much for blog consistency - September to March - let's just sum it up by saying I was pregnant and taking care of three small children. Anyway, I do want to share our newest addition's birth story while it is still fresh on the brain.
Willow Rejoice! Silvey joined us on Tuesday, March 10, 2009 at 9:06 p.m. She weighed in at a healthy 9 pounds 5 ounces and was 20 and 3/4 inches long. She'll be two weeks old tomorrow and has quickly found her place in our family.
As many of you know, we chose to homebirth with our 3rd baby (Benjamin) and had a great experience. We also chose homebirth for baby #4. We found out we were pregnant in July. I researched midwives again, and this time chose a mother-in-law / daughter-in-law team from Amarillo. We met for the first time in late August. We did all our our prenatal appointments in Amarillo, because our midwife was also pregnant (due in November). After a little bleeding early on, the pregnancy was pretty textbook.
The main difference came later in the pregnancy, when instead of delivering 2-3 weeks early like I've done with my other children - this one decided to she liked room service a little more and stayed in until 3 hours before her due date (thus the 9 lb 5 oz baby). About a week before Willow actually made her appearance she got us all excited with several hours worth of consistent contractions. The midwives made the trip from Amarillo to Perryton - and about the time they arrived the contractions mysteriously stopped - but we did find that I was dilated to between a 4 and 5. So we were on high alert for the next week.
The following Tuesday (March 10) I had a few (widely spaced) contractions in the afternoon. I called the midwives to let them know - and they were on standby. That evening around 6:30 p.m. Nolan (my husband) and I were on our way to Bible study. We had to drop our kids off at childcare and pick up some friends before heading to our host home (about 10 minutes in the country). I started having contractions that were immediately 4-5 minutes apart and about 30-45 seconds long. I timed them the entire time I was in the car. When we arrived at Bible study (at 7 p.m.), I called the midwives from the car and told them I thought this was the real deal - BUT I wanted to walk around for a few minutes to be sure the change in position didn't affect the contractions. After about 10 minutes I was sure and phoned them and said come on! They knew they needed to hurry. We stayed at Bible study for a few minutes - I didn't want to go home and just sit for several hours - but I quickly realized the contractions were getting stronger fast! So we left around 7:30 to pick up our kids and head home to get ready.
Nolan and I agreed not to tell the kids I was in labor so, hopefully, they would go to sleep sooner and let me do my work. The minute we walked in the door Nolan turned into "Army general man" - telling the kids to get their pj's on and get their heads on their pillows ASAP. Fortunately, none of the boys had napped that day, and sleep came quickly. Then Nolan went to work getting the birth supplies ready. For those of you who are curious about the mess...shower curtains and chux pads (like they use in the hospital) on the bed and floor take care of most of it. It's really not as messy as you may think.
Meanwhile, I was sitting on the couch in the living room working through some pretty hard contractions. About 8:20 I told Nolan I needed to push - he said, "don't," and called the midwives. We found that they were still about an hour or more away, so I went to work on not pushing...not at all easy to do, by the way. Somewhere in there the midwives asked Nolan if we wanted to go to the hospital, or if he was comfortable delivering the baby if they didn't make it. Nolan said he didn't think we'd make it to the hospital...he said if I stood up that baby was coming out - so we stayed put - although I did move to the bedroom.
At this point everything gets a little blurry. I know I continued to try not to push and work through contractions. Nolan continued to talk to the midwives (who miraculously never lost cell phone service between Pampa and Perryton) - and try to make me as comfortable as possible. Suddenly baby got tired of waiting and out she came. I didn't push. Nolan said it took about 3 seconds from when he first saw the head until it was completely delivered. So, with cell phone on his shoulder, he checked to make sure the umbilical cord wasn't wrapped around her neck and told me to go ahead and push. And, that's how Willow joined our family - caught by her dad.
He immediately put her on my chest and got a towel to wrap her up. We thumped her feet to get her to cry and inflate her lunges, then we waited for the cord to stop pulsing and tied it off with dental floss and cut it - and then proceeded to deliver the placenta. Afterwards, I nursed her.
About 20-30 minutes after Willow arrived, our midwives came in - just in time to take care of all the clean-up and important stuff like weighing, measuring, bathing.... The next couple of hours were spent on these details. We wrapped things up around midnight - after our post-partum mother/daughter class - and went to bed.
What an adventure. Not exactly like we planned - but perfect none the less.
Willow Rejoice! Silvey joined us on Tuesday, March 10, 2009 at 9:06 p.m. She weighed in at a healthy 9 pounds 5 ounces and was 20 and 3/4 inches long. She'll be two weeks old tomorrow and has quickly found her place in our family.
As many of you know, we chose to homebirth with our 3rd baby (Benjamin) and had a great experience. We also chose homebirth for baby #4. We found out we were pregnant in July. I researched midwives again, and this time chose a mother-in-law / daughter-in-law team from Amarillo. We met for the first time in late August. We did all our our prenatal appointments in Amarillo, because our midwife was also pregnant (due in November). After a little bleeding early on, the pregnancy was pretty textbook.
The main difference came later in the pregnancy, when instead of delivering 2-3 weeks early like I've done with my other children - this one decided to she liked room service a little more and stayed in until 3 hours before her due date (thus the 9 lb 5 oz baby). About a week before Willow actually made her appearance she got us all excited with several hours worth of consistent contractions. The midwives made the trip from Amarillo to Perryton - and about the time they arrived the contractions mysteriously stopped - but we did find that I was dilated to between a 4 and 5. So we were on high alert for the next week.
The following Tuesday (March 10) I had a few (widely spaced) contractions in the afternoon. I called the midwives to let them know - and they were on standby. That evening around 6:30 p.m. Nolan (my husband) and I were on our way to Bible study. We had to drop our kids off at childcare and pick up some friends before heading to our host home (about 10 minutes in the country). I started having contractions that were immediately 4-5 minutes apart and about 30-45 seconds long. I timed them the entire time I was in the car. When we arrived at Bible study (at 7 p.m.), I called the midwives from the car and told them I thought this was the real deal - BUT I wanted to walk around for a few minutes to be sure the change in position didn't affect the contractions. After about 10 minutes I was sure and phoned them and said come on! They knew they needed to hurry. We stayed at Bible study for a few minutes - I didn't want to go home and just sit for several hours - but I quickly realized the contractions were getting stronger fast! So we left around 7:30 to pick up our kids and head home to get ready.
Nolan and I agreed not to tell the kids I was in labor so, hopefully, they would go to sleep sooner and let me do my work. The minute we walked in the door Nolan turned into "Army general man" - telling the kids to get their pj's on and get their heads on their pillows ASAP. Fortunately, none of the boys had napped that day, and sleep came quickly. Then Nolan went to work getting the birth supplies ready. For those of you who are curious about the mess...shower curtains and chux pads (like they use in the hospital) on the bed and floor take care of most of it. It's really not as messy as you may think.
Meanwhile, I was sitting on the couch in the living room working through some pretty hard contractions. About 8:20 I told Nolan I needed to push - he said, "don't," and called the midwives. We found that they were still about an hour or more away, so I went to work on not pushing...not at all easy to do, by the way. Somewhere in there the midwives asked Nolan if we wanted to go to the hospital, or if he was comfortable delivering the baby if they didn't make it. Nolan said he didn't think we'd make it to the hospital...he said if I stood up that baby was coming out - so we stayed put - although I did move to the bedroom.
At this point everything gets a little blurry. I know I continued to try not to push and work through contractions. Nolan continued to talk to the midwives (who miraculously never lost cell phone service between Pampa and Perryton) - and try to make me as comfortable as possible. Suddenly baby got tired of waiting and out she came. I didn't push. Nolan said it took about 3 seconds from when he first saw the head until it was completely delivered. So, with cell phone on his shoulder, he checked to make sure the umbilical cord wasn't wrapped around her neck and told me to go ahead and push. And, that's how Willow joined our family - caught by her dad.
He immediately put her on my chest and got a towel to wrap her up. We thumped her feet to get her to cry and inflate her lunges, then we waited for the cord to stop pulsing and tied it off with dental floss and cut it - and then proceeded to deliver the placenta. Afterwards, I nursed her.
About 20-30 minutes after Willow arrived, our midwives came in - just in time to take care of all the clean-up and important stuff like weighing, measuring, bathing.... The next couple of hours were spent on these details. We wrapped things up around midnight - after our post-partum mother/daughter class - and went to bed.
What an adventure. Not exactly like we planned - but perfect none the less.
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