Birth ... Freedom ... ?

Many women in Nebraska feel so unsupported when it comes to what they want for their birth. Yet no one is talking about it.

Why aren’t we talking about it?!?!

Why are we not even trying to preserve this vital right of passage into parenthood? (some of us are! – speak loudly, dear women. Speak loudly!) Why aren’t we storming the capital on a daily basis to make our voices heard by the public and by those who try to tell us what we’re allowed to do? We don’t need birth laws, we need freedoms! Why aren’t we telling them that making laws about our bodies is not freedom?

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NEW! Montrice Services!

A montrice is a cross between a doula and a midwife. Many times, a montrice is a midwife assistant or student midwife, but not always.
I will work with you prenatally, as with my doula clients, with education, support, and getting to know you and your birth desires. During labor, I can then come to your home and monitor you and your baby (as much or as little as you want) and help you know when it’s time to go to the hospital.

This monitoring may (or may not) include fetal heart tones, mom’s vitals, and cervical exams as you feel the need. Although in general, I’m not a fan of doing any of those routinely, in a really long labor, or for a mom who’s worried, knowing that your cervix is dilating and effacing, or knowing that baby’s heart tones are looking good, can help give you the strength you need to carry on.

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How to have an Epidural Free Birth!

Having an Epidural lowers the mother's production of oxytocin, which is then artificially replaced with Pitocin. Pit keeps your body from producing the beta endorphins that come along with oxytocin. Beta endorphins are the hormones that build up in natural labor to help the laboring woman to transcend pain. They're what takes the woman to "labor land" as I call it.

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But you can’t plan birth...

Each pregnancy and birth is as unique as the individual human who is joining this big world for the first time. Each pregnancy and birth will teach us something new about life, about our body, about many things we didn’t know that we didn’t know. Birth is raw. Birth is Real. You can’t fake this stuff. You can’t fake your way through it. You can’t have anyone else do this for you, even though it’s said that many people help, you still have to do the work! So we make a birth plan.

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Birth of Izabelle, 2016

Next contraction, baby’s head finally came out. Still in the caul. But then nothing. We both waited. Time stood still. Waiting. Feeling so much intensity. Amazing. Terrifying. Wonderful. Perfect. Not really scary at all, yet wondering if all was ok. Another contraction. No movement. Brief pause. Another contraction. With one final hefty push, as I felt my body leading me to do, baby slowly emerged. Amniotic bag still intact, it broke somewhere between her neck and her tummy being born. (notes: time of birth 8:58)

I brought baby immediately to my chest. No breath yet. That’s ok. Wait. Still no breath. Rub baby. Still none. Still ok. Wait. Still no breath. Rub more. More vigorously this time, but still gently. Short cry, breathing perfectly. Perfect. Relief.

I leaned back, holding baby, taking it all in.

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A miscarriage story, 2013

I’ve been putting of writing my next blog post, as I share my birth stories. I’ve told my nearest and dearest the story of my miscarriage, but many people haven’t heard any details. It’s been 4 years now. And I can still remember as if it were yesterday. Every year, as July 4th rolls around, I think of the day I lost my baby, at 9 weeks. I’m a very private person. I don’t like to get all personal about much … Birth and Breastfeeding are easy for me to talk about, but when it comes to how I feel, it’s hard. I keep it ALL in. For so long. I don’t want people to know what I’m really feeling, or even thinking at times. I sit here typing this, on the computer, on the chair, at the desk, where I spent hour upon hours, hiding, being alone, for over 2 weeks after. I couldn’t face the world. I felt as though the world stopped spinning, but I was the only one who noticed.

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