thinking about how the first time I heard about homebirth was when
the 1st Duggar grandbaby was born at home.
That baby was born at home in October 2009.
The concept of giving birth at home seemed
A little less than a year later,
our little Liza was born
and in a non-messy manner
in our home.
Why did we choose homebirth for our daughter when not so long ago
the concept seemed so foreign and crazy?
I knew I could do it. And, bravery has nothing to do with it.
If millions of women all over the world could have babies without drugs, why couldn't I?
hospitals = hospital grade germs = paranoid mama
My Dr. Google degree in the process of normal birth taught me that my body is designed to give birth.
Why mess with nature? Sorry, Hen Hen. If only we'd realized this for your birth.
I didn't want to be included in the 35% of Mississippi women who give birth via c-section.
1 hour of pain as my body pushed my baby out or recovery from major abdominal surgery?
Midwifes are trained to identify and deal with problems before they become emergencies.
Midwifes "catch" babies. Mamas "deliver" babies.
If I am so cautious as to give up my morning coffee while pregnant and
suffer through headaches without Tylenol or Advil,
why do I want narcotics during delivery? Once again, sorry about that, Hen Hen.
And, the question of the night is...........
Why wouldn't I want to labor, give birth and recover in the comfort of my own home
if I have a normal pregnancy?
Ding. Ding. Ding.
We have a winner, folks.
There is no reason why you can't labor, give birth and recover in the comfort of your own home
if you have a normal pregnancy.
He still thinks he needs his "Myna" video but he is actually playing with toys today
instead of lying listlessly on the couch.
Thank you, makers of children's Tylenol for perking up my baby!
At 3:00 yesterday afternoon, I noticed Henry had drainage in his right ear. I'd suspected an ear infection because he was holding his head in a funny way but I knew my suspcicions were confirmed when I saw dark brown drainage. Luckily, there was an open appointment an hour later at the pediatric clinic so Henry got his first dose of antibiotics before bedtime. Henry hasn't been at 100% for several days now so I feel like we did a good job of giving his body a chance to fight the infection without antibiotics.
This winter's stats:
I knew he needed a doctor asap so we didn't wait a day until his Pediatric Nurse Practicitioner had an opening in her schedule. Yesterday's appointment with a Pediatrician reminded me just how much I love the medical care he gets from our PNP.
While I found him very nice and knowledgable the Pediatrician breezed in, checked his ears, wrote the prescription, explained nothing until I asked what each medication was and it's intended purpose and then breezed right out again. The speed of this appointment took me by surprise because I am so accustomed to Ms. Ellen, our PNP. She chats with Henry and ask about how our little life is going. She takes her time and uses sweet words to coax Henry into cooperating with the exam. She explains what she thinks the issue is and listens to my opinion on the matter. I feel that she respects my internet research and she has told me on more than one occasion that a mother's intuition is something that always needs to be listened to. In other words, I leave the office feeling like she cares about my child and his well-being and not like we were just another name on her clipboard.
This appointment got me thinking:
Like normal childbirth, an ear infection is not a medical emergency.
Like normal childbirth, diagnosing an ear infection
doesn't require 4 years of medical school and 4 years of residency.
As with childbirth, it is nice to have a care provider that remembers your name and your history.
Nurse practitioner care + Midwifery care = patient centered model of care
I feel very lucky that my family is blessed to have caring medical providers that believe in
patient centered model of care.
And I am very glad my little man is feeling better!!!
I have many childhood memories of visits to my grandmother's house and walking through this cemetery, reading tombstones and visiting my grandfather's grave. Never once did it seem odd to enjoy time in the cemetery as a child and I want our kids to grow up with the same affection for
this lovely green space just across the street from our house.
That is our hickory tree in the front yard of our house.
Taylor brags every autumn that we have the prettiest tree in the neighborhood.
This is the my first Christmas as a mother of a child who can begin to understand the story of Baby Jesus and the joy of giving thoughtful gifts to our loved ones. I've been mulling over Christmas traditions to teach Henry the true meaning of Christmas from an early age, in hopes he will always know that the holiday season is a special time to celebrate with family and not a time for uber-commercialism and cheap plastic gifts to unwrap.
My sister and I were firm believers in Santa. Santa brought unwrapped presents we found on Christmas morning and our parents gave presents we unwrapped on Christmas Eve. For years, my reasoning behind Santa was that in 1st grade he brought me a pink scooter and my parents would never buy such an expensive gift.
This afternoon, I asked Taylor if he believed in Santa as a child. I was a bit surprised to hear that 'yes' he did believe because it seems like with two older brothers in the house, the cat would have been out of the bag. I was even more surprised to find out why he believed: His great-grandmother, MawMaw, told him that Santa was real. How did she know? She was up late one Christmas eve and stumbled upon Santa in her house. He told her she wasn't supposed to see him so he pulled a syringe out of his bag and gave her a shot that made her instantly fall asleep until Christmas morning.
You read it right:
Santa drugged MawMaw.
So, I believed in Santa and Taylor believed in Santa. But, what about our kids? Do we want them to view Santa as a magical bearer of gifts or do we want to teach that Santa is a fun Christmas character but that he does not actually supply gifts to the children of the world? I must admit it bothers me that American children believe that presents fall from the sky and no one even thinks to write a thank-you letter to Mr. Claus. It just doesn't seem right to me.
As Taylor and I were having this conversation and debating various facets of Santa, Henry was busy finding "dwarf chocolate" as we explored a rock pile in the cemetery next to our house. Dwarf chocolate is also known as a brown rock that has been broken to expose a white interior. Ridiculous, right? But, Henry believed it was dwarf chocolate because we told him so.
Then, it hit me:
This kid believes everything we say,
no matter how ridiculous it may seem.
A fat man in a red suit with flying reindoor?
A dwarf who lives in a cemetary and eats rocks like chocolate.
He believes it all -
What does this mean to me as a parent?
We watch our mouths and our attitudes.
We try to model love and respect.
We constantly teach him right from wrong.
We don't watch television.
We are working on looking for cars before we cross a street.
We are certainly trying our hardest to be the best parents we can be.
But, I feel like there must be more to do to ensure these babies become
responsible and caring citizens of the world.
Ideally, I would wrap this post up with a nice little bow.
But, that's not life and it's not happening with this post tonight.
I'm realizing more so everyday that it's hard being mama.
It's a big responsibility being entrusted with these little clean slates.