Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Rita Sherman

My stories seem so ancient compared to what reads above.

My pregnancies and births were very similar ro each other. I used the same ob/gyn for both. Thirty-six years ago women didn't have so many available choices and we pretty much did what our mother's had done. My doctor's care was uneventful and my pregnancies were healthy and full term. Jeff was always working (like now) so I went alone and took it all in stride. I thought I was "due" in September of '74, so I left teaching in June, got a dog(Sasha) so I would be forced to walk more often, and prepared a baby room. We didn't know the gender of the baby(No ultra-sounds for us!) so everything was green and yellow.

Joshua would not enter the world until October 6th, so we were anxious for the birth. I went into what I thought was labor late afternoon on the 5th but I stayed home until it became more intense. It was never too severe, so finally, in the evening, Jeff brought me to he hospital. It was a Saturday night, so he was home and awake for a change. Nanny and Grandpa were called but not in attendance. I started strong labor and was doing all of my Lamaze breathing techniques when all of a sudden, I started to "push". Jeff yelled at me to tell me that it was too soon since I hadn't been there more than 45 minutes and HE decided I needed to go through many more steps! Meanwhile, the nurses concurred with me and Joshua was born. Just like that!!

Jessica was actually even easier. She just slid out as if on a surf board. I did not have any drugs for either birth, not petocin or an epidural. Innocence is bliss as they say, I didn't know how lucky I was until I heard so many other "horror" stories. But being at Daniel's birth two and a half years ago has actually made me realize the pure miracle of it all! At least with age, we still can have wonderful surprises and be touched by the spiritualness of it all! Blessed are the women in the world!!!!

Bonnie Carolan

When I turned thirty-five I was having very irregular periods. I was feeling that I wanted another child-well actually I really wanted a sister for Annie. I have three sisters and I wanted Annie to have that special relationship in her life. Anyway, the doctor felt I wasn't ovulating-so I spoke to my sister/the midwife and she suggested I start taking dong quai this Chinese herb. I did and within three months I got pregnant. Now, ten years older than in my first pregnancy I still felt strong but more
tired and my age was a factor. I had a slightly different approach to this pregnancy-maybe because I had two children already-maybe because I was older. My first two pregnancies I read everything childbirth related-now I found myself reading more spiritual/self discovery material. John and I both talked a lot about how we wanted this birth to take place-we were now living on the east coast. My sister Lorraine, the midwife, was on the west coast. We sought out a midwife but our insurance was not supportive of homebirths and midwives. John was concerned partially because of my age and my full-time work schedule. So, we found a female doctor and a hospital environment that we were comfortable with.
Our next part was figuring out who we wanted to be in the room with us. We knew we wanted our other two children to be there and then we decided that we wanted our mothers to be there also. It was a wonderful time in our lives-for me it was a time I grew very close to my mother. I had not lived near my mother during my other two pregnancies. I shared so much of this time with my mother. She was 75 and I was her baby and it created a very strong bond between us. Everything was going so smoothly until the middle of my eighth month. My mom got sick- I brought her to the doctor and thirteen days later we buried her. It was a devasting time. The strength of the human spirit and the strength of the life growing inside of me got me through that last month. December 29,1990 at about 12:15am my water broke. Unlike ten years before I did not run to the hospital. I called my doctor- she was out of town. I sort of freaked but still took my time. I showered, got the other two children ready-packed there bags and dropped them at our friends house. We got to the hospital about 3:30. Labor was slow but fairly steady. I was in a private room that looked like a hotel. I walked-took warm showers- the nurses that were in and out were caring and helpful-never intrusive. The on call doctor was like a gift. She never rushed me at one point she even sat on the bed with me and said I made labor seem so wonderful-so natural. Giving birth should be a natural and positive experience. Maggie arrived at 3:38 in the afternoon and her grandmother was there and although she had given birth to three childre of her own she was overcome with such emotion. She was never awake for her births. I know how proud she felt to be there and to witness the miracle of the birth of her youngest grandchild.

Cheri Rodriguez

Second labor began similarly to my first - my water broke. Same time of day - same uncertainty. Is this my water breaking or did something else just happen. It shouldn't have been a surprise. This would be the 4th time I was in labor with this baby. The first was at 26 weeks, the second a month later and the the third two weeks after that, which prompted an order to stay in bed or be admitted to the hospital. I had a feeling something was wrong. After having the son I longed for, I now desperately wanted this baby to be a girl, but after the early labors I just wanted him/her to be healthy. I managed to keep the baby in until the 9th month using lots of mental visualization, meditation and belief in mind over matter. Now I was in labor, admitted to the hospital and amazingly given pitocin (again) to induce a labor that at this point was progressing slowly but certainly seemed destined to occur either way. This labor was punctuated with fetal heart rate decelerations and at one point I developed a fever. This time I was not as concerned about being in the hospital, in fact I knew it was where I needed to be. Something was not right and these people were all here to help. At one point, I was so close to having a Cesarean that when I was wheeling into the delivery room I thought that I was going to the OR. Gerard again was by me, but now he looked worried, not just concerned as last time, but worried to his very soul. Finally we went to delivery and with just a few pushes, this tiny, blue and quiet baby girl was born into a room with bright lights, bustling nurses and doctors, neonatologists and our pediatrician. I remember Gerard's teary eyes peeking out over his hospital mask saying to me 'we have a daughter' and we kissed and cried and prayed. This baby was also delivered onto my belly and again that strong feeling of love, protection and motherhood that must come from generations of mothers before us, was stirred. The tiny girl was taken to be 'started up' and hearing her cry was like a great symphony. I think everyone was relieved. Now I remember my name being called by the pediatrician who was trying to inform me of our baby's condition. I was shaking and distracted and told him to tell Gerard because there was simply no way I could comprehend him at that moment. I did however understand when my OB showed me the baby's umbilical cord which was in what is called a 'true knot' - picture a New York City pretzel with all it's twists turns and knots. This was determined to be the cause of the problems and we were lucky she wasn't stillborn as many with this condition are. That just made me cry and cry. The hospital hallway was decorated for Christmas. Outside my room, from the ceiling hung a very traditional, nothing special PINK Christmas ball. Every time I looked out my door I saw it and could not believe how blessed we were that this baby was okay and was also a GIRL! 23 years later she is still a blessing.

Cheri Rodriguez

Two labors with that started so similarly and progressed so differently. The first labor began right on my due date with my water breaking. Prior to this event I had read everything I could to educate myself about labor, conveniently neglecting anything about complications. I was ready for the textbook labor - whatever that means! My favorite book had been Spiritual Midwifery and I was determined to do my best at a drug-free delivery so that my baby would be healthy and I could be in the moment. I imagined myself with a child and I loved what that image did for me. When my water broke the doctor directed me to the hospital where I was quickly processed and fitted with a hospital bracelet and labor monitor across my belly that immediately made me choke up. Already this was too medical for me. The nurse assigned to me was nice and supportive and I settled into my role of 'patient', accepted the labor inducing Pitocin and the labor pains that it brought on. Gerard stayed with me, through all of this, patient, young and excited at what was coming. As was my plan, I turned down offers for epidurals, even as the labor increased, I stayed strong until late in the labor, the doctor convinced me to accept an injection of Demerol which I think I still regret, because it really didn't help and was not what I wanted to do. I think it helped the doctor and Gerard more than it helped me. As the baby's head moved down and it was finally time to push, I remember feeling a mental switch from patient to birthing woman. Now was the part I'd been waiting for. It was hard work. No wonder they call it labor. Gerard stayed by me, rubbed my back, my arm, my forehead and my thighs which unpredictably had decided to cramp during every contraction. He did everything he could to ease the discomfort but when the doctor announced "I see the head" reality set in and I 'remembered' I was having a baby. When our baby was 1/2 out I looked up into the overhead mirror amazed at how much he looked like his father. He was already crying and so was I , so I had this feeling of being a two headed monster -both ends yelling! Finally he slid out and it was announced that he was a boy. I was thrilled - I wanted my first to be a son and now he was here. He was perfect - pink and screaming - obviously healthy, and Gerard and I were overcome with emotion - WE DID IT. As though no one else ever had. The baby being delivered right onto my stomach was an amazing and emotional event. He's 26, and I still feel the feelings that stirred in me. After I held the baby he was taken to be weighed and I was instructed to put my hands under the blankets. I remember very clearly the weird feeling of trying to put my hands on my swollen belly and it had clearly sunken in quite a bit. I was so surprised!
In retrospect and even at the time, I resented the 'medicalness' of my experience, but I didn't feel I had too many options and this did seem the safest and after all that was the bottom line. I had already been with my doctor for several years, trusted her and this was how she conducted her deliveries. I did my best to make the experience what I wanted it to be and it was an amazing experience and still is.

Sharon Kirk

Like Jess, I was in the hospital for both births ... but each had their own interesting 'twist', and I was definitely right where I was supposed to be!

With Tyler being my first pregnancy, we had no measures to how I would carry a baby. So, at 31 weeks, when my belly measured 31 cm we were right on track. But at 36 weeks when my belly measured 31 cm, my doc started ultrasounds to measure the fluids and his size. I knew he was fine, and normal size, but the ultrasounds showed differently - the doctors had him measured him at only 5 lbs. So 11 days before his due date, I was admitted to the hospital, put on pitocin, and so it began. The next morning the doctors broke my waters and my true labor - short as it was, started .... and ended with a beautiful 7 lb baby boy in perfect health!

So now ... flashforward to Emilee. On my 36 week checkup, we determine that Emilee is still breech, but perfectly healthy just the same. And I'm, once again, measuring at 31 small cm's. Apparently this is when my belly just stops! But this time, my doctor is not so worried about her size, or mine. Now because of my intestinal surgery, I have to be a bit more careful with baby size because if I 'tear' at all during delivery, it could be dangerous to my scaring, and cause irrepairable damage leaving me with a permanent colostomy bag. Or, I have a C-section and open up the beautifully healed scar that travels down from my belly button. (no thanks!) So, weekly ultrasounds are in order. At week 37, I'm admitted to the hospital for what is called an External Cephalic Version- this is where they (they being 2 doctors) manually (from the outside) try to flip the baby into a head down position. THIS was far worse than any labor I experienced!!! WHOA! But, it worked, and I was sent home ... with a downward facing baby. The next week, I KNEW I was in labor. My morning 3-5 mile hikes in the hills were not without stops and contraction timings. I knew I was close every day! But then when I would go to bed each night, she seemed to bungy cord back up from my cervix and the next morning I'd start ALL over again! After a week, we (my OBGYN and I ) decided it was time to induce again. Emilee was obviously trying to get out, and was ready to meet the world. So, Jody, Tyler, and I went to the hospital where I was, once again, put on pitocin. This time, however, my water broke on it's own and I was ready to go!!! Tyler was there when Emilee crowned and I will never forget his face ... WHOA! :-) He decided to join Uncle Mike outside for a bit, but then came back in just in time to see Emilee born. I think, however, it was not the crowning that scared him, but the oxygen mask on my face... with each contraction and push, the baby's blood pressure would drop,and then when I was in my recovery phase, she would come back to normal. 4 NICU nurses were pulled in and ready for any emergency that might arise upon her arrival. However, on that last push, she came out with a nice scream (from her, not me!) That sound was music to my ears. Another perfect little baby. Unfortunately, her cord was too short for Jody to cut. At least now we know why she was not able to stay down all those nights... she really was being bungy corded back up!

While I would have loved to have a natural home birth, there were definitely reasons why I was in a hospital setting - at least for Emilee. My experience on both occasions was the most wonderful and internally peaceful experience of my life. I would do it over again tomorrow. The doctors and nurses were so helpful and caring, and even let me have 'real' food brought in! :-) I am thankful for my beautiful, healthy children every day of my life!

Jess Sherman Killick

Okay, I have some pretty big shoes to fill here!
Both of my sons' births were in the hospital setting, and I had nothing but positive experiences throughout each encounter. I had very good pregnancies for both boys, partly due to the care I took of my own body, but also I had great care through my OBGYN offices. The staff were always available to assist with any questions I had, and the physicians were always willing to discuss any concerns I had about the pregnancies. I didn't really have any issues with either pregnancies, so I guess I was a very fortunate patient!

In terms of the actual births, the nurses onsite at the hospital pretty much organized and orchestrated everything (didn't really see the doctors much except to break my bag of waters and "catch the boys" when they decided to enter the world). However, they were extremely motivating for me, and really let me dictate how my births would go. They didn't force me to use epidurals, and while I made that choice on my own out of concerns I wouldn't have the energy to get through things, I know that for the next one (if we are so blessed) I will definitely have the strength and determination to get through it without any medicinal assistance.
Giving birth in the hospital setting allowed me to focus on becoming a mom for the first (and second) times, and not have to stress about medical interventions for my new baby or myself should the need arise. It still allowed for the intimacy between John and I, in cherishing the new adventure we were about to undertake (the nurse and doctor only came into the room at a minimum if there were changes in the baby's or my heartrate or when I was ready to push), and I would welcome the opportunity to work with the same core health care team in the future.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Lorraine Carolan

The stories are of the births and the parents experiences and are timeless. I wrote a piece there that is well worth reading since it responds to some of your questions, actually, although it is probably about 25 years old. Again: the process of birth in a woman's body does not change, the environment, the culture around her and around birth has changed enormously not just in my lifetime, but yours. The book is called, Hearts Open Wide and I would send you a copy but by the time you get it, you will be well onto another part of your studies. When I wrote that the US had one of the lowest maternal mortality rates in the world, although our infant mortality rate was on the rise. It continues to be and we have an alarming maternal mortality rate. Most of the babies born in the US are born medicated....their mothers are medicated and so are the babies, through the maternal bloodstream and the placenta. We have lots of rationales for this intervention, but the fact remains we have the most pharmaceuticalized newborns on the planet. Wonder if that contributes to the chemical dependencies that are so rampant a little later in American lives?

When I was pregnant with Devlin, I intended to deliver at home. There were no midwives here around at that time. I received prenatal care at the local hospital where the doctors told me nothing at all. I did find an old public health nurse who took an interest in my wanting a "natural childbirth"...one without medications, but cautioned against having my baby at home. She worked with me as I did breathing exercises and relaxation techniques we found in the very rare books that addressed the subject. When I went into labor a woman who had had a baby and my friend acted as my "midwives". The baby's father and other friends made food and waited around me, watching. One friend put on the only pair of sterile gloves we had as soon as my contractions started so she couldn't touch me. I felt very on display and after several hours, they all got really worried...it was a dark and stormy November night and they insisted I go into the hospital....put me in the back of a van and hauled me out of there. At the hospital this small crowd of frightened people and a very pregnant laboring woman arrived setting the hospital staff into a flurry of fear and fury. They put me into a small room, by myself. All my friends were in a waiting room feeling guilty while very cold and alone, I contracted away...The doctor came in with a nurse and a piece of paper, they were going to do a caesarian section since they were certain I had been pushing in labor for many hours. Actually, I never had pushed and was only in labor for about six hours by this time...but who asked me? I refused to sign the paper...asking instead for an oxygen tank and mask(!) and to be left alone. I breathed into the mask and relaxed and felt my body open....and Devlin move down inside me. When they returned a little later, they took me into the delivery room and he was born vaginally. I always felt blessed that there was some voice inside me that knew more than I did and took control at that very difficult moment and that I trusted it and spoke out.

Spending much of the next fifteen years learning midwifery and attending births as well as becoming a licensed PA with a specialty in ObGyn and a midwifery license and practicing at home and at that same hospital...and practicing and believing in family planning, I was once again pregnant...consciously and by choice. Determined to deliver at home, and be in control I was probably a little too controlling....but I did give birth to ElizaGrace, surrounded by numerous loving friends and family..(including the boy who had came out that cold and clear November morning fifteen years earlier, holding my hand) and her daddy....giving me sips of water. She slipped out with a deep strong almost orgasmic push into a warm bath and swam wide-eyed up onto my belly....ready for the world.
Who could say which was better? We birth the way we live. It is the curse and blessing of being a woman in culture. Most babies are not born into a cultural vacuum and their mothers don't give birth that way. Midwives say "Birth is as Safe as Life Gets"...and many women/people do not feel safe in their bodies, their world or their planet. Until that changes, we will continue to have frightened women choosing (not necessarily truly informed choices) to give over the incredible power that is inherent in their reproductive bodies. Whether we explain it away or not, whether women recognize it or not....most have missed out. They are left with a gaping hole in their deeply primal creative selves. We have built an industry based on denial...denying that this is true...finding many, often very articulate, "unassailable" arguments as to why each woman has had to have her particular method of intervention....But without doubt, most healthy women who reach full term pregnancies and left to labor in her own ways, with assistance from an experienced, skilled caregiver will deliver, vaginally, healthy, unmedicated babies more than 95% of the time. Birth is essentially (at it's essence) a social event.....not a medical event. We as a culture, for many, many, well documented, some studied and some generally unacknowledged, reasons, have over the generations made it a medical event. As a culture, as a species, I believe we are lesser for that.

Oh what were your other questions? Midwifery accounts for between 1% and 3% of all births in the US, I think. Could be up to 5%. I haven't kept up on the numbers, but I think those are them. Many midwifery attended births over the past 10 15 years are medical births within a hospital setting. Midwives have become part of the health care "system"..
Still midwives are basically trained in "normal birth" They know that birth is normal. Hospital settings do not create a place for that so these days a normal birth most often includes an IV at the very least when a woman arrives in labor....and the interventions go on from there.

There is a great dvd called "The Business of Being Born" made in NYC about the different aspects of birthing in America...very well done, by an actress who most people know, but whose name escapes me at the moment. Well worth seeing, Again I could send it to you but would arrive too late. Could find it online, I am very sure.

In many underdeveloped countries, more than 95% of all births occur under the care of some form of midwife....or at least an experienced birth attendant. In many developed countries, especially in Europe and Canada.....midwives attend most normal births. Most of the Obstetricians in Denmark as of several years ago, had been born at home, attended by midwives...so their attitude towards birth is much different than the attitudes of an obstetrician trained to see pregnancy and birth as problem oriented. In the US most women will think of seeing an ObGyn for their prenatal care....whereas the reality is the woman herself is the primary, day to day, caregiver in her pregnancy and her medical provider is a witness and expert if something is off....Someone the pregnant woman may see only a few minutes once a month through her pregnancy. An ObGyn is a surgeon....surgeons are trained to do surgery.....They are not geared towards normal....From the start, a woman is on a path toward intervention, away from trusting her body and it's determination to serve her well.

Megan Lee

In today’s generation, women aren’t given much information about the options that they have concerning childbirth. Before recently, I considered my only option to be a hospital birth, and I believed that at-home births were dangerous and crude. I didn’t know that anyone even considered giving birth outside of a hospital setting, and I certainly had no idea that midwives existed in modern times. Although I’m still not very educated on the topic, I have the ability to consider more than one way of giving birth in the future. I see childbirth as a privilege and a beautiful experience; therefore I want my own childbirth to be as natural as possible. I always thought that I would give birth in a hospital because it was the safest option. However, I realize that the use of a midwife can be just as safe is proper precautions are taken. I still don’t know much, but I can infer that a midwife helps deliver the baby, and takes the role of the doctor who would be present in a hospital setting. The difference that I know is that midwives keep childbirth as natural as possible, and try to interfere as little as possible with the relationship between mother and child. I also know that childbirth can be aided with the use of an epidural – although I’m not sure exactly what this means, I believe it’s some kind of pain medication used to make childbirth easier. As with all medications, it’s clear that this might not be safe in all cases, however it’s still an option presented to women at the time of their childbirth. With the knowledge that I have now, I would consider either a hospital birth or the use of a midwife. I would be sure to do my own research into both methods before deciding which one is right for me. I am fairly positive, however, that I want to give birth without medication, in order to have the most natural experience possible.

Other Related Links

https://sakai.rutgers.edu/access/content/group/c3fc8c3c-2fb8-4c63-857c-d280d4d512d9/March%2025/thingswecannot%20say.ludlow.pdf

http://www.jstor.org/stable/3173835?seq=1

http://www.jstor.org/stable/3175246

http://www.choicesinchildbirth.org/


Bonnie Carolan

My next pregnancy was similar in the fact that I was healthy and strong albeit four years older. Again, I read everything I could get my hands on and used my sister Lorraine as a resource. When I began labor- I called my sister who lived five hours north of me and she got in her car and was soon at my door. This labor was so different. As I look back I laugh-my labor with my son is much like life with him has been. Jesse does things at his own pace-you can not rush him. So, my slow labor continued with my sister, John and I quietly and harmoniously working together. Lorraine, monitoring my progress during the course of the day. We had never discussed it prior to this day but I asked if she felt we could have this birth at home. She said absolutely-we could do this. The rest of the day labor progressed slowly until 10:44pm. It was like an alarm in my body shook me and hard labor began. John, Lorraine and I began our journey together. I went into active labor fairly quickly-for some reason I spent most of the time on all fours-I became a bear. I remember John and Lorraine talking around me-I wasn't able to respond. At one point John asked Lorraine how will we know when she is in transition-I think I made some sort of growling noise and Lorraine very calming said she's there. I then began an out of body experience-something I never felt before or ever again. I was above watching myself go through contraction after contraction-it was very cool. Lorraine and John were there the whole time rubbing my back when I was almost fully dialated we needed to call my other sister, Joanne to come over and bring our four year old Annie. Neither Lorraine nor John could remember Joanne's number- I came into my body and rattled off the number. Joanne and Annie arrived just as the baby's head crowned and and at 12:58 Jesse Michael was born. It was a magical birth- John-Lorraine-Annie-Joanne and I shared in a unique experience-this baby arrived in a room overflowing with love-no hospital lights- no machines-no strangers-just a family together celebrating a new life

Bonnie Carolan

I have given birth three times each a unique experience and each one quite different from each other. When I got pregnant with Annie I was young (26) and read everything possible- my sister is a midwife so she was my go-to person. I was determined to give birth naturally-to me that meant no drugs. I totally took care of myself when I was pregnant-ate well- no alcohol-got plenty of sleep. I remember reading a book I believe was called Immaculate Deception. I began to question doctors and not blindly let them take control of my self and my baby. When my water broke I called the hospital-I lived in California and my insurance was such that you did not necessarily have one doctor but rather whomever was on call. I was told to come in immediately-which I did. I was there a few hours and labor had not progressed so they gave me Pitocin. Pitocin induces contractions. I remember being worried that the drug would hurt my baby-I was assured that it would not. Labor began and it was a relatively short labor. Intense because of the Pitocin but I took no drugs for pain. John (my husband) and I have made a cassette of music to listen to during labor. The doctor liked our choices but seemed to me to be in a hurry to go somewhere- my legs were strapped in stirrups so I coul not move around comfortably- he was telling me to push and I felt so tired. The nurses were wonderful-like cheer leaders telling me you can do this. The doctor than grabbed forceps- which looked to me like salad tongs and said let me help you out a bit. Fire came over me and John said if my feet hadn't been tied I would have kicked the doctor in the head- and I told him-quite firmly that I would push my baby out. With all my strength I pushed and this perfect-round headed little person - Annie Lorraine arrived in the world.

The Business of Being Born

Here is a link to a website that you might find interesting. Also if you get the chance to watch the documentary "The Business of Being Born" you may find out some things about pregnancy that you did not know before.

http://www.thebusinessofbeingborn.com/