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Monday, 30 September 2013 23:34

The Secret to CALM & CONFIDENCE in Childbirth


The Secret to 
CALM & CONFIDENCE  in Childbirth
With Excerpts from New Mother
Throughout my thirties I watched not one or two, but almost all my friends enthusiastically enter the hospital in labor, having claimed for nine months that they would have a natural birth. Yet they came out two (or ten) days later having been induced, forced to labor on their back, drugged, cut, and observed by countless strangers. Their babies had been taken from them immediately after birth and they were having problems nursing.
I wondered what had gone on behind the doors of the L&D that all of them were checking out with dramatically altered birth stories.
In my third trimester I attended an all-day birthing class at a store for new moms and babies. The women in attendance were from around the world, highly educated in their fields of work, and well to do with all conveniences of life available to them.
And yet... here are some things I heard during class:
• “I’ve heard that babies nurse every two hours when they are born, but I sleep about nine or so hours per night. What will happen to my breast milk during the nine hours that I’m sleeping?” (after telling the class that her father was an OB-GYN).
• “I’ve never heard of a birth without an epidural... I didn’t know it was possible.”
• “What is the areola?” asked on learning how to help the baby latch.
   Not one had considered a homebirth.
   Not one had considered a natural birth.
• “How much is it going to hurt?” and “How can I avoid the pain?” were the primary concerns of almost all in attendance.
Although I had already studied so much, explored, and found quality help, I attended the class to learn more about childbirth and postpartum care of baby and mom. But these women were only now seeking education and help.
What they received, though, was a lecture about towing the industry line:
• You will have an epidural and likely other drugs.
• There’s a high chance that you’ll have a C-sectionand the instructor showed a video so we "could know what it looks like and be prepared." (I left the room.)
• Postpartum instruction: if you are going to drink wine, pump first—if you breastfeed—or “pump and dump” after you drink.

How could women feel calm and confident about labor with that lack of knowledge and the guidance offered in such a class?
Women were being trained to think of childbirth and postpartum as a “procedure”—to be endured and gotten through as quickly and painlessly as possible—and to rely entirely on a system that was treating them as a “workforce” and “profit center” rather than a family being gifted with another spirit in their lives.
There was no focus on natural childbirth. No mention of home birth. No discussion of postpartum as a healing, bonding, growing, significant, and once-in-a-lifetime experience for mother, father, and baby.
A treasure lost for those parents and babies. Precious, fleeting time and experiences that will never come again!
I had a different vision for my childbirth and postpartum experience, and I believe if those women in class, and thousands—if not millions—of other expecting moms knew of other options, if they knew they could get natural, loving, nurturing help, they would create a different vision for their own childbirth and postpartum time.
A great percentage of women in the U.S. spend two to four years after high school in education and preparation for the workplace. We are even willing to take out enormous loans for the cause.
Then when it comes to motherhood, we throw ourselves into the most important role of our lives with little study and no training— subject to tremendous influence from the medical industry, Hollywood, and other commercial enterprises—reliant on professionals to do it for us, whether “it” is conceiving, birthing, or raising children.
Doesn’t our role as mother and homemaker deserve commitment, study, and investment as we give to any job in the workplace?
If you’re like I was—with your intuition hinting that something better than the norm is possible—but without knowing what a doula really does, not knowing what really qualifies a midwife, and certainly not knowing what kind of help you’ll need postpartum (but hopefully knowing you will need some), I’ve got a suggestion for you: 
We’ve been encouraged to concede our knowledge and experience of childbirth to the medical industry—but that’s exactly why so many women are fearful and end up with altered birth stories.

As with preparation for any task we want to do well—be it a test, a job interview, creating art, etc.—we must study, research, practice, watch DVDs, talk to friends who chose a similar path, look for teachers and help with congruent practices and beliefs.  
Let's take back and own our childbirth experience: study; find help and support congruent with our desires; do our best; then forget the rest.
That’s the secret! Knowing we've done our best we can release our fear and concern about the outcome, and move forward with calm and confidence.
If we really prepare ourselves with knowledge and support, we can go into any task—even childbirth—with confidence and calm. 
After we’ve prepared to our best ability and found that place of calm confidence, we can respond to and handle whatever develops in the process, and live happily with the outcome—even if it isn’t exactly as we planned.

For those interested in learning more about natural childbirth, here are some recommended titles to get you started:


Ina May's Guide to Childbirth, by Ina May Gaskin

Doulas by Midwifery Today

and my book, New Mother

Wishing you joy on your sacred journey of motherhood!
Friday, 14 June 2013 08:50

My Empowering Night & Day Birth Story

After fourteen months of upsetting and beating myself up from the birth of our first born I finally gained an understanding that each and every birth is unique and beautiful, and is one’s own. Until then, I wasn’t comfortable sharing about the birth of our first born because of the choices I made prior to and during labor. If anyone one would have told me the following birth stories were going to be night and day to one another prior to our second pregnancy I would have laughed under my breath while thinking they are crazy. I couldn’t get past myself until I had that pivotal ‘ah ha’ moment that changed my perspective. I realized nothing had to be the same and that I can and will make this second pregnancy everything I wanted it to be. Yes, I had a decision and I was sure to make it different. This is my journey.

While pregnant with our son in 2011, I had a pretty horrible diet. We ate out two to three times a week, I drank soda and coffee like it was going out of style, and I had a very difficult time hydrating myself with water. Around seventeen weeks I started retaining water on my ankles and legs after walking for any decent period of time (which lasted the remainder of the pregnancy.) I did not make the mistake of ‘eating for two’ but eating fast food was bad enough. During this pregnancy I did not exercise, I made sure to walk daily- just not enough to increase my heart rate and not a significant distance.

As the pregnancy progressed I managed to set myself up for my own failure. I read and prepared for labor using the Bradley Method, but my husband had very little time to read and prepare. I recall all too well being 35 weeks pregnant and being more than ready to have our son. I was beyond miserable! As the time progressed at 37 weeks pregnant I remember going into my appointment thinking ‘I must be at least 2cm dilated and about to have this baby.” Little did I realize the duration of first time pregnancies extended well beyond that ideal ’40 week’ mark. My mom carried both my sister and I twelve days over but I was certain genetics would not affect me and when our baby would come. The days and weeks drew on and on… soon 38, 39, 40, 41 weeks passed and there were still no signs of labor. At this point one of my midwives and I set the date to be induced two days prior to 42 weeks.

I had no knowledge about the increased risks of pitocin or how it would affect my body (other than it seemed the baby would be here sooner than waiting on my cervix.) Looking back this was one of my many errors.

The days progressed and the 29th was only a few days away, and I began to have contractions. They started out really faint on Saturday and over the next two days became more intense and closer together. I was certain this was it and I could not make myself sleep. I put myself on a liquid only diet because I feared pooping while in labor. I was way too anxious and I anticipated the contractions to add up more rapidly, not take their time. I went in on Monday once they were drawing closer together, but the contractions had a weird pattern (2 really close and then 6-10 minutes between each pair.) As previously mentioned, I had no sleep.

By the time I realized I needed sleep it was too late and the contractions were too strong to sleep through. After talking with and being checked by my midwife I decided to go over to the hospital so I could get some sleep medicine to rest up for labor (I was 3cm and 90% effaced.) After 4.5 hours of sleep I was discharged from the hospital because I was not progressing any. After getting the sleep medicine from the pharmacy, getting some food and returning home my contractions were getting back at me and within an hour or two we were back at the hospital with contractions adding up. When admitted this time they stopped my contractions and gave me some sleep medicine (again) to hold off until the morning (the set date to be induced.) They told me to be up around 6:30 to shower and be prepared for my long day of labor. It was 9:30 (give or take a few) that pitocin was finally administered. Around 11:45 my water finally broke and we were then waiting on the anesthesiologist to receive an epideral I did not want (originally) but due to lack of sleep I thought I was too tired to labor.

We also found out at this time that Jeremiah was in the posterior position so I laid on my left side while having contractions to try and get him to turn naturally, luckily this worked. I did not forgive myself for getting an epideral until many months later of feeling like a failure for not having the birth I wanted. After hours of slow progression my midwife stretched my cervix to full dilation and then it was time to see how the we progressed when pushing. After trying for about thirty minutes, I took a nice break… It was about 4:00 or 4:30 that evening when I began to push at the coaching of my midwife, husband and mom. It was around 6:50 that my midwife decided it was time to take me off of the epideral to see if I progressed better naturally and she sent for the doctor on call to come in to see what needed to happen to progress labor. Upon their arrival I began to feel the contractions and the need to push, the doctor informed me they needed to use forceps and to do an episiotomy. At this point I told them thats fine but I had to keep pushing. Our son was born at 7:49pm weighing 8lb 15oz and 20 3/4in.

I had a third degree tear and we wanted delayed cord clamping so while waiting on it to stop pulsating they had to administer some more pitocin to get my placenta released from uterine wall to deliver it faster so they could stitch me up. I had a very long recovery which lasted the whole 6 weeks postpartum, trying to recover from a 3rd degree tear was not fun! I do not recall a ton from those first weeks other than taking pain meds, nursing our newborn, and barely being able to walk.

There are many things I learned from the birth of Jeremiah. The beginning of which was to learn my body and trust it! I set out to study what I can do to make it the best body possible and how to maintain optimal health. Once giving birth to Jeremiah, I fought vaginitis for eight months. It was every other week if not every week my midwife was seeing me because of the infections my body was failing to fighting off. In those eight months I began to exercise (4months postpartum), change my diet, and cut out a major impact to my health-caffeine and sugar drinks. It was not until conception of our second child that the infections stopped.

With my newly found knowledge and resources, I knew exercise was completely safe during pregnancy and was in fact encouraged. This changed everything! I was not going to stop at anything to make sure this second pregnancy was everything I wanted it to be! I was determined and encouraged by the birth of Jeremiah to make the change in myself to ensure a different pregnancy and delivery. After all, this is my body, I have the ultimate say on what impacts or influences it. I clearly was in for a positive journey and wanted to see how much I could change from last time. The birth of Jeremiah completely changed my life and inspired me to become a midwife one day.

I am determined, I am stubborn, and I am strong. When I become aware of facts and are convicted in them- there is no stopping me from accomplishing my goals. I become focused and will not lose sight.

I was shaken eight months postpartum from a dream (more of a nightmare) in such said dream, I dreamt that I gave birth naturally to a 14lb 9oz baby girl, her name was Prophecy Grace. Once this dream came to an end, I woke up and clearly I thought we were pregnant. A week later the soreness began in my breasts and I knew we were pregnant, luckily for me my hormones changing pushed the infections away. In the meanwhile I was persistent to continue to exercise and eat healthy, as I was determined to have the best health possible. It wasn’t until a few months later we announced our surprise pregnancy to friends and family. I was told and encouraged by family to stop exercising because it could (somehow) cause harm to the baby. The goal weight gain I set for myself was 15-20lbs, according to my pre-pregnancy BMI I few pounds overweight.

As I became more comfortable with my workout routines I increased the load. I made sure not to overdo it and to listen to my body. If I had any discomfort at all, I would slow it down or take it back some. I would go to the gym four to five times a week, each time burning about 600-700 calories each time. I had a very difficult time eating 2,000 calories a day (because of eating healthy) let alone adding the burnt calories to my diet. Around six months pregnant I had to increase my protein intake because dizziness began and was persistent. When at my 39 week check up my midwife discovered that this baby was also in the posterior position. I’m so glad we discovered it at this point, because it gave me ample time to do exercises and stretching to try and turn the baby prior to labor.

One and a half days prior to my 40 week check up contractions began. My bag was packed for a long labor including three different snack foods, sandwiches for my husband and I, massage lotion, essential lavender oil, tiger balm and of course my own clothes so I could remain comfortable if I choose to wear any. I headed to my appointment and my contractions were about 4-6 minutes apart, they weren’t very strong but this was improvement from last time! It was rather encouraging being in inactive labor and not ten days over my EDD and by no means miserable. When checked I was only 2-3cm and 70% effaced. This is where pregnancy hormones came in and I pretty much broke down because I was scared of labor ending up just like last time and I questioned if I did everything possible to turn baby to proper positioning and to prepare my body for labor.

After all, I had done so much during this pregnancy with preparing my body by exercising, eating healthy, and I was now an educated woman making informed decisions. My midwife knew all of this and told me to come back before the office closed in hopes that I would progress more before then. As I went home to relax my contractions slowed down some and returning before four seemed silly. But I did exactly that. Upon returning my midwife told me there was no progress…however, if I wanted her to she could strip my membranes and see how that progressed things. She stretched me to 4cm and then did so per my request. Within one hour of having this done my contractions had completely stopped. My impatience began to creep in and I thought I should walk and get some exercises in to start the contractions again, but upon my midwives’ wisdom I relaxed the whole evening and stayed close to the hospital. I was also given a prescription for Ambien so I could get some good sleep before going into labor.

Around 10:00 p.m. my contractions started back up but were 10-15 minutes apart. We returned home around 12:30 after eating a nice steak dinner with my Grandma and spending some time with friends. Around 12:50 I took the Ambien in hopes to get some good sleep. Within the 1 hour I woke up with contractions that were really strong four or five times. At this time I started my contraction time on my phone and tried to soothe the pain by switching to all the positions I could think of… none of which helped. The contractions were about 4-6 minutes apart and 45 seconds to 1 minute long; they were really strong and nothing I tried was helping. So after one pretty long contraction I decided to jump into the shower and turn the heat up all the way while massaging my belly through the contraction.

When it lasted 2 minutes and 14 seconds I knew it was time to give her a call. Sure enough, that contraction ended the less than two minutes apart phase and time was of the essence. I got dressed and woke my husband up… it took him almost thirty minutes to get ready (granted he was tilling the garden the whole day before, so he was extremely sore.) Not only did he seemingly take his time to get dressed and collect himself but he drove the speed limit almost the whole way to the hospital. It wasn’t until I started to feel the need to push that he ran two or three stop lights and got me to the ER. {In the process of him driving and my contractions, I somehow managed to call my mom, sister, and the ER to tell them I was on my way and needed to get to L&D ASAP upon arrival (in between contractions.) }

We entered the ER and told them my name and “labor and delivery now”, they called for a nurse to push me in a wheel chair… This was not a great plan! Me sit!!?! Are you kidding me??? So I politely told him I don’t think I could sit (in between contractions and that he needed to wait.) He made me sit (their policy) and took his time strolling up to the third floor. Upon entering the birthing suite at 4:40 a.m. the ER nurse then informed me that I “needed to quiet myself down because there were mothers and babies sleeping.” All I could say was “I’ll try my best…” We got to my room and I was told to get out of the wheel chair and go leave a urine sample. #1- I could hardly sit down seven minutes ago #2- It hurt to sit so how was I supposed to leave urine when I couldn’t sit on toilet? #3- I really needed to push and I wasn’t going to somehow magically stop.

I started to strip down my clothes so I could push this baby out and urine wasn’t on my mind but I tried none the less. I got up and began pushing while instructing my nurse to get my midwife now. She told me she had to check me and I needed to lay down on the bed before she could call for my midwife. I agreed after talking and pushing through two contractions. Somehow, I managed to lay down still encouraging the nurse to get my midwife- still informing her that I was pushing and needed her immediately. She checked and I was fully dilated. At this point I have NEVER seen a L&D nurse move so fast. She darted across the room, called for immediate help, and threw the gown, gloves and cap on in a matter of seconds. When no one was coming and I was still pushing she called again over their headsets.

Within two or three minutes two nurses came rolling in with my midwife behind them. When my midwife asked how I was progressing and informed I was fully ready, she gloved up and sat down to begin. I was already pushing and within a matter of two or three minutes my baby was crowning. I listened to my midwife and took my time pushing so to prevent/help with tearing. I got to feel my water break, I got to feel my baby crown and fully come out. All while directing my husband to take pictures, but it happened to fast we didn’t get pictures. After pushing for five minutes altogether my baby girl was in my lap.

Apparently the nurses tried to IV me while the baby was crowning but my midwife told them to just let me be, that I would be fine without. We were admitted to the hospital at 4:40, by 4:50 I was in my room, by 4:55(ish) my midwife was coming in, and by 5:02 my baby girl was in my lap. Holy cow! My thoughts were did this really happen? I was so ecstatic and I was (and still am) in complete awe of what really happened. While waiting for the cord to stop pulsating sat and chatted about everything. My midwife stayed in the room for the first hour while I nursed our newborn four times and she filled out her paperwork. We delayed their routine at the hospital and I bathed her four hours after her birth and didn’t get her measurements until two hours after her birth. She weighed 7lb 4oz and was 18 1/2in. Her brother sure did ready the path with his large build!

I was/am so blessed to have the midwives I did each time. They are such amazing women and beyond supportive!

Photobucket Pictures, Images and Photos

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My midwife and I less than an hour after giving birth.

Photobucket Pictures, Images and Photos

This one is my best friend and her daughter on the left, in the middle is our midwife that delivered Jeremiah (holding Prophecy), and me on the right four days postpartum.

Published in Birthing Stories
Sunday, 21 April 2013 00:00

The Story of Samuel's Home Birth

On February 21st, I'm at 40+4. I'm home alone with my two girls Émilie 3 years old and Chloé 17 months old. Daddy Simon's at work. The day before, I had an appointment with one of my midwives, Maggie, and she gave me a good stretch and sweep and told me I would not pass the weekend. The morning of the 21st I sent an email to my doula, Nelia, to make sure she was available and close if things started (I guess I had a strong feeling). Around 2 pm, I get a really strong contraction, the strongest so far with this pregnancy. I even had tears in my eyes. Of course, my 17 month old decided that in the peak of the contraction, was the best time to have a Mommy-take-me-in-your-arms-right-now-or-i'll-cry-and-scream-for-an-hour..... fit. Then I got another contraction, and another. Ok i'm starting the timer... 3 minutes, 6 minutes, 3 minutes, 2 minutes.. hmmm could it be?

I sent another email to Nelia, told her what was happening, and she called me right away. She thought I was in labor. She asked me if I wanted her to come now, I would get a break with the girls while daddy would be on his way. Ok in about 30 minutes she will be there, I tell Dad on msn come home, I think this is it!

When Nelia arrived, the girls were so excited! Chloé asked to be picked up and stayed in her arms for a long while and Émilie gave her a tour of the house (cutie). We worked through early labor managing the girls, they knew something was happening, Chloé especially wanted lots of extra care.

When Dad arrived, he took over as promised (he was going to be our man servant and caretaker hehe). We went upstairs for some quiet time. I called my midwife and she came in the early evening, as well as the birth photographer.

When my midwife Jaquie checked me, I was at 3 cms (1 more than the day before). So I continued contracting, I felt a lot of pressure on the cervix as well. Émilie was so excited with all the people in the house that she wanted to come and join us. Dad also brought up a platter of fruit, chocolate and doughnuts, as well as water bottles (I had already set up a tea and coffee station in the room). The girls came in and out of the room with innocent curiosity (to use Nelia's words).

At one point though I had to ask that Émilie leave because she was too hyper and it was bothering me a bit, I was not concentrating on my contractions as much, I got distracted.

So it went on, we talked in between contractions, it was very pleasant, we laughed at what I was wearing (white underwear, bright pink tank top and brown bootie slippers). Two hours have passed, Jaquie gives me another check up to see how things are progressing. Nothing changed, still at 3 cms and still thick. So she left to try and get some rest (it was around 8 pm) because it seemed that a couple of other babies were preparing their grand entrance that night as well. The photographer left to get some rest as well.

I was bummed a bit, I did not want things to stop.

So it was just me and Nelia then. We had a relaxing and peaceful time together. I put on some music, a Robert Plant and Alyson Krauss album (Raising Sand) we listened to it 4-5 times I think and baby was moving like a maniac every time the song, "Gone Gone Gone" came on and every time I got a contraction. I also went on Facebook to chat with some friends. I had told them that baby was probably on his way and they were so excited. They loved a belly picture I posted them on the spot HAHA.

At around 10 pm things started to really slow down. Contractions spaced to about every 20 minutes.

My body was tired, and letting me know. After Nelia let me sleep for a little while, she told me that things had slowed, and that we could let them progress in this way or we could try to get back.

So we decided to flip over after each contraction because every time I changed positions, the contractions would come again. That worked and got things closer, but still not at the frequency and intensity needed. She suggested the breast pump and I agreed. I plugged it on the right breast for about 5 minutes and BAM I flung myself on my right side, taking a really strong contraction that took us both by surprise! I took 2 more back-to-back right there. So we called Jaquie again (around 11 pm). The contractions were 6 minutes apart. She returned in the wee hours of the morning. Since no one knew how fast things would progress (this being my third baby) all the midwives were called, as well as the photographer Leeanne.

Jaquie checked me and I was at 5 cm and about 40% effaced. ONLY THAT?! Câlisse! (in other words ..f***), At least I was in active labour now!

The other midwife, Kathleen and her student Meredith arrived then, as well as Leanne.

Kathleen left soon after arriving to go check another mother in early labour not far from my house.

So I started moving through labour. I was very active in my body, went in the tub, sat on the ball, used the birth stool, drank water etc. The best position was squating on my knees (kind of like a frog) but my knees got tired fast, so I had to keep moving around. I went back to the tub and had another check up, I was at 6 cms and 70% effaced, Why is it taking so long? My body is playing tricks on me GRRR!

We discussed breaking my waters, but she wanted to wait for Kathleen to come back and that I get to 7 cms.

I got out of the tub then took a few contractions on the bathroom floor, and a few on the floor in my bedroom (still squating). I remember at this point looking in the room (between two really painful contractions) everybody was sipping tea and chatting, while supporting me. It was such a pleasant birth!

The contractions were really painful now, I mean REALLY painful. I was crying and losing control a bit. Nelia and Jaquie were both helping me throught this part, I needed to come back or I would have lost it! I was tired and losing mental strength.

Kathleen came back then. I was now sitting on the ball and letting a few F***'s out here and there! And the the TABARNACK's came. Oh they all found it funny to ear me swear in french HAHA. I wanted to go in the bed at that point and take some contractions on my side. I knew it could slow the contractions, but I didn't care. I needed a break! Jaquie told me she would examine me between two contractions. I was now at 7 cms so she decided to break my waters (it was 7:06 am). BAM strong contractions (3 I think)! I was screaming my heart out, hitting the pillow and towards the end of the last contraction. "OH I'm pushing, gosh I'm pushing, I feel the baby coming, I feel it really well too!!''

Jaquie checked me and I was at 10 cms and fully effaced, but there was a lip of the cervix that wouldn't move. She told me ''You are going to have to push on your hands and knees we need this lip to move.''

So here we go, I'm on my knees in my bed, holding Nelia's hands so hard (I even broke the skin a bit with my nails, so sorry Nelia =S).

First contraction, crowning.

Second contraction, head born.

Third contraction, shoulders passed and baby's born!

It's 7:18 am

Hey Sam!

I pick him up, I'm holding him tight. I'm in love again, of course! They are moving me in the bed to get me confortable and take the bloody sheets off the bed, but I'm locked with him, nothing else matters!

He wants the breast. I feel it, so I help him a bit and he latches on (he stayed on for a good hour I think).

It took 12 minutes from breaking my waters to baby being born!! =O

Placenta came out fast and easy and I cut the cord myself!

I was checked to see if I needed stiches (only 3 small ones) and I giggled the whole time (whaaaat?, I'm ticklish!) Everybody thought that was funny haha!

When we were presentable, Simon and the girls came up. Émilie had been asking to come see the baby since 6:30 am! She jump in bed and was amazed by her brother. She wanted to kiss him and hold him. Chloé was more quiet, at first she was more concerned with all the people in the room, but when she saw him, her face lit up and she was very curious. Simon looked proud and happy, his third child, his first boy!

We calmed down and examined baby, he weighed 9.7 pounds and was 53.5 cm (21.1 inches).

After that we slept well. I looked at him for a while with a smile on my face and then slept, he was already fast asleep at the breast.  =)

What an adventure!


Published in Birthing Stories
Friday, 09 March 2012 18:00

Evangeline's Birth Story


I had an appointment with my midwife on Friday (39w2d) and baby was super low. It was getting difficult to walk around between the SPD and having such a low baby. We went over my birth plans which essentially came down to " don't touch me unless you need to or I ask for help" I laughed and told my midwife that I would see her Sunday (my last 3 babies before Evie were born on a Sunday). I left and double checked my appointment for the next week and told the receptionist I likely wouldn't be there for it. i just really felt like baby was going to come very soon. 
Saturday I didn't even have so much as a Braxton Hicks and I was not thrilled. i was starting to wonder if my intuition had been off. My 8 year old son had a major behavior and as a result broke his brothers metal toddler bed. We decided to go shopping at an IKEA for a bed set I wanted for the boys to replace it. I had no idea that IKEA was like the Labyrinth and you couldn't get in and out quickly. The littles had a blast and we found what we needed. It took us hours to find the exit and then the lines were INSANE so we opted to leave without what we came for because at that point my hips hurt so bad I wanted to cry. I lost the remainder of my plug while walking around IKEA. We stopped at a panera on the way home and I had half a sandwich but didn't really feel that hungry.
Suddenly I began to have a panic attack and I realized baby would be coming sooner rather than later. I felt that way before each of my babies births. We went home collected the older children and went to church. I met up with people I hadn't seen in a while and they were all asking when I was due. When I told them Wednesday but I felt baby was coming tonight everyone was excited. I felt especially anxious this time and asked our deacon and priest for extra prayers.
We got home and fed the kids and I just wasn't hungry. I kept going back and forth to the bathroom. I also felt like I had a hand poking me really low and as a result also needed to pee every 10 minutes. Around 11, I started to feel some real contractions and really got nervous. I just felt like something wasn't right and there was some sort of impending doom. I tried a half glass of wine and all it did was give me heartburn. I started to feel hungry but everything I tried to eat made me gag. I was so mad that I didn't nap earlier because now I was tired and too keyed up to sleep.
I put on my birth music (full of eminem and fort major as well as some great praise and worship music) I sat on my ball and tried to be calm. I wasn't in any pain yet and the contractions weren't even time-able yet. I just wanted to nap and it was making me so mad that I couldn't. Around 1 am we called the midwife to let her know that yes I was in labor and would head over when I felt ready to. At about 1:30, my legs started trembling and I started gagging after every contraction. The hospital was 25 minutes away and it was snowing so we called the midwife and let her know I was heading in.
I got in the car and prayed a rosary with my husband and that brought some relief of the fear and feeling something just wasn't right. I didn't have one single contraction in the car at all on the ride there. As soon as I got out of the car however I had one on top of the other across the parking lot into the ER. It was now just after 2 am.
I got up to L&D on my own without a wheelchair but had contractions every 10 feet. It felt good to be moving and to have something to focus on outside the fear. I got hooked up to the monitors and had my stress test (hospital policy) it felt nice to hear squish on the monitor and see baby was doing fine. it calmed my fears some thankfully. i was still gagging and puking after every contraction at this point. My midwife checked me and said I was 4 stretchy to 6 so we were in business.there would be no other checks for the rest of labor! I got in the tub and it felt lovely for about 30 seconds.
I started to feel trapped in the water and wanted to get out it was now 3 am and my contractions were every 7 minutes or so, some worse than others. I was still feeling the need to pee every 5 minutes so I sat on the toilet and had a wonderful strong contraction. We listened to baby for a second and everything sounded great. I tried the ball but baby was so low it hurt. I could feel squish filling my hips at that point. I got something to help with my nausea since I couldn't stop gagging and it was making me crazy. I needed to stay hydrated if I wanted to avoid an IV. I decided to go for a walk and got about 5 feet from my room when I had to pee again. I tried a few more times to go for a walk but had to pee constantly. I felt like I had something prodding my bladder constantly.
I figured out that raising the bed and leaning over it felt awesome.The contractions weren't super painful except for the very peak of it. sometimes I pictured god hugging me, sometimes I pictured random sexcapades DH and I had embarked on. So i did that for the next few contractions it was now 345.I asked them to lower the bed so I could sit on it one contraction later I had to pee again and went over to the toilet. DH informed me that I had a bunch of bloody show on the pad on the bed. I figured I had about another hour or so to go. As I sat on the toilet I suddenly felt my body push and felt Squish slide down and I found myself growling. The midwife came in and checked just to make sure baby wasn't going to be born in the toilet.
There was baby crowned and ready to go. it was now 3:55 AM.
She asked if I could get up and I told her I couldn't move. Her and my Hubby picked me up and moved me to the bed where I asked to be. I could not move on my own and they helped me position myself so that I could push when I was ready. The pressure was intense but not painful I felt full and slit in two along my pelvis. then my water broke as my body pushed on it's own again.. I remember saying "oh that took care of some of the pressure" then in the same moment baby came out with her hand by her face and she kicked at the same time. She flew out of me as the midwife tumbled her out of the cord that had corkscrewed around her body.
I looked and realized what I saw and asked " DID I JUST SEE BABY VAGINA?" (hows that for tact?!?)
Baby was placed on my chest and latched right on. I squealed with absolute delight over baby. She was latched on cord intact for about 15 minutes. Then I cut the cord (first time in 6 babies) and about 10 minutes later the placenta came. 
Everyone was happy and then the temperature in the room changed and my midwife was telling the nurse to start an IV right away. I started shaking violently. I couldn't talk and I could barely breath. My midwife looked me in the eye and explained I was bleeding really badly. She told me quickly what was happening and assured me we were fine. I got a shot of pitocin in my leg. another shot of something else in my leg (methagin I think).I received cytotec as well, plus some other meds that they had to put in my bum. an IV in both arms and hands and 4 bags of fluids with pitocin while they got blood. I had an oxygen mask placed and I kept asking if I should give baby to DH but they assured me the best place for her was on me. Dh and my nurse helped keep baby latched on. at one point DH asked "what was that" and was told it was a clot bigger than my placenta itself! I started to feel a little faint and told him if anything happened to me to not leave the baby's side. I told the nurse she had pretty teeth .They called in the OB and prepped the OR. 90 minutes later everything was stable without them having to truss my uterus like a turkey. the OB was awesome and very caring, even came to check on my later and bring me info about what options were if the bleeding continued. My midwife at one point stood there rubbing my hands.
Despite all of it, I felt very cared for. and my birth was freaking amazing. i refuse to allow the drama to color that in any way.So I'm on bed rest for 2 weeks to ensure no issues. I am so in love with this little girl but struggling with being a mother to 6 children and 2 girls. Tandem nursing and supply issues from blood loss are not making it any easier.
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Friday, 14 December 2012 11:23

The Love Story of Donnie

November 2009: It begins with a 21st century version of Love At First Sight. Online chatting leads to hours-long telephone conversations leads to a 500kms round roadtrip leads to an all-encompassing connection, all within 6 days.

A week or so later we have a night in the city together, we talk and spa and listen to music and the Universe tells us that this is Love, capital-L Love.
The next day we wrap ourselves into each other as we watch “The Time Traveler’s Wife” at the cinema. As we leave in separate cars, I weep. The storm rolls in. It feels wrong to be going in opposite directions today.
January 2010: Regular weekend visits each way and daily hours-long phone calls have been great, but just not enough. I cry each time we part, I cry each time we hang up the phone. When we’re apart I haven’t ever felt lonely like this, and when we’re together I haven’t ever felt complete like this.
February 2010: We plan a whole weekend together, to see Mumford and Sons at the Laneway Festival. He books a room, we make dinner plans with friends, we organise babysitters and time off work. Mumford’s are amazing, and the Universe tells us that Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you – it will set you FREE. And in secret, with the Universe’s blessing, our love-child chooses us and starts his journey.
First week of March 2010: him – “So …. how many days late are you?” me – “LA LA LA LA HANDS OVER EARS I CAN’T HEAR YOU LA LA LA LA LA LA”
Later in March 2010: me, with tears flowing : “I don’t know what to do”…. him, with incredible love: “Have a baby with me”.
July 2010: Chaos ensues as two households become one, two different families meld into a whole new dynamic. But there’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be… it’s easy…
July 29th 2010: Dropped from the free publicly-funded homebirth program. Anxious but not shocked. The Universe is pushing me towards a homebirth – if I wasn’t sure before that I needed one, I am sure now. Birthing in a hospital is not an option. There’s nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time, it’s easy!
August 2010: Midwife booked, the serene and inspirational Lisa. Doula booked, the wise and gentle Miradija. We have a homebirth plan in progress.
October 2010: Preparations are in full swing… the Way ahead is Blessed by beautiful friends, the birth pool is delivered and inflated, the urn is borrowed, the surprise Playstation is secretly bought for the children, the nappies are bought, the clothes are washed, the cot, change table, slings and pushers are ready. The birth space is readied by beautiful friends, bringing new energy in our home. And there is movement at the station, gentle and irregular movement. It’s not early labour, it’s just labour. It’s not stop-start or a failure to progress, it’s just labour. Labour is just a series of contractions that eventually push our baby out of my womb. This is the beginning of that labour. There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done. It’s easy!!
November 3rd 2010: Rocky Horror night on Glee. We watch it at Mike’s mum’s house, after a magnificent feast of Roast Lamb and Vegetables, followed by decadent chocolate ice-creams. On the way home, holding hands with my love and silently connecting, and with children sleeping in the backseat, the tightenings become more regular, more pronounced. Every 5 minutes for an hour – excitement building… A text message is sent to Lisa, LOLing that I’m not even sure if this is it, I’ll try to get some sleep, I’ll ring her when they wake me up. I awake the next morning still in one piece. Oh well. Maybe tonight?
November 4th 2010, 2 PM: Curtis and I go have coffee with Aunty Chrissy. Over the hour or so that we’re there, regular and stronger tightenings get me feeling like I should be at home. I get home and tell Mike, we re-inflate the birth pool and start filling it. I put music on, I put my Blessingway necklace on, and begin walking and dancing through the contractions. We boil the urn and pour that in… Mike decides that the urn/pots of water idea won’t work, he needs to go out and buy a water heater…………… so off he goes, and I continue to dance.
November 4th 2010, 5 PM: I text Lisa and Miradija, LOLing that I could be wrong again, maybe I’m jinxing myself, it’s still manageable at the moment and I think maybe I’m subconsciously waiting for the children to go to bed, I’ll text them with updates. I continue to dance.
November 4th 2010, 6 PM: I text Mike, where are you can you come home please. He comes home, without a water heater, LOL! He boils water on the stove and in the urn. He sets up the Playstation. The blonde girl and boy are transfixed by it and forget I’m in the next room dancing. The dark-haired girl seems to know that her life is about to change, she’s about to be a sister. She knowingly holds my hand, and dances with me.
November 4th 2010, 8 PM: Miradija texts me, I reply “yes come now”. I text Lisa “they’re on top of each other come now please”. Miradija arrives and I’m weepy. I feel like I need to pee but can’t, and Miradija suggests a shower might help, so as she begins baking the groaning cake, Mike helps me into a hot shower. It helps a little but not much – I am just sick of standing, I am getting tired and need to recharge. I get out of the shower and make my way to the living room. I strip off and get into the pool……… bliss.
November 4th 2010, 8:45 PM: Lisa arrives. It suddenly becomes quite real to me. I follow my body’s instinctive movements, I breathe, I groan. The cake bakes, the children wander around, the candles are lit, the music is loud. Jeff Buckley.
I am kneeling. I rest, almost asleep, between contractions, floating and trusting and enveloped in love. I go onto my back. I need supportive hands through each contraction. The little children are watching Barnyard in our bedroom. The music takes me away. Fleetwood Mac.
Mike holds me, kisses me, whispers to me, comforts me, follows me. Lisa’s hand on my head. Follow the pain, she says. Go with it. Relax your face. I don’t want to do this. I don’t think I can do this. Come on baby, get out, get out! Relax, breathe, go with it. I go back onto my knees. The pain leads me, and I chase it now. The music soothes me. The Beatles.
November 4th 2010, 10 something PM: Each contraction makes me roar and chase the pain harder now. I feel like I have hours to go. I roar and my body pushes.
November 4th 2010, 10:20 PM: My body pushes. I feel the pressure, I feel the head, my body pushes, the head is out. Lisa says she’ll push the baby towards me under the water and I should pick it up. The Beatles sing “I feel fine”. My body pushes, Lisa guides it towards my hands, I pick up my baby. He’s here, oh my god he’s here. I did do it! I did do it!!
It’s a boy. The cord is around his neck 4 times, tightly, too tight for Lisa to remove. We spin him a few times to unravel his life-rope. He adjusts to being earthside, his father and sisters watching. The water is very bloody, and within minutes I feel more contractions and my body wants to push out his placenta. One big push and it escapes, but membranes remain. Lisa suggests I get out of the pool, carefully, how do I feel, is the blood loss affecting me? I feel fine. I feel amazing! I sit on the couch, Lisa helps with membrane removal, and we gaze at this baby. He feeds. I eat warm cake. We look at the cord, it’s finished its job and awaits our next move. We have a hand-made cord tie, sent by beautiful Honey. Lisa ties off the cord and Mike cuts it. More baby-gazing, more feeding. Daddy snuggles. I shower and we all get into our bed. Lisa and Dija leave about 1:30 AM.
We gaze. We fall in love with him, and deeper in love with each other. We never once regret him. Months ago, we thought this was bad timing, but we were wrong, so wrong. He is here, the first act in this love story.
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Wednesday, 06 February 2013 18:00

My Very First Hypnobabies Birth

My birth story all started on October 28th 2006 when I saw that pretty double blue line. I was ecstatic I didn't know what to say, do or think. I just cried from enjoyment, I couldn't have been happier. But now what? First of all we didn't have maternity insurance second of all this was a little bit of a surprise.

My sister is the one that introduced me to the whole hypnobirthing thing. I started doing my own research and was liking what I was reading. The more I read the more I wanted to do it.So I signed up for the class.

When the classes finally came around and it was getting closer to my birthing time, I started to get nervous. But once I went to the first class something came over me and I was calm and I knew that I would be able do this and everything was going to be ok. Going to the classes was pretty much the highlight of my week. I learned so much in the class. This was my first baby, I didn't really know what to expect, and I had no idea what my body was going through. I learned a lot not only about my body but how to relax in general.

When the classes came to an end I had 6 weeks till my estimated due date, so I thought. I will be honest with you, I didn't do my homework as often as what was advised, I thought I had time. When I was 35 weeks I went in to my regular weekly cheek up and requested that they checked me because I was having a lot of pressure. They did and I was already at 4 centimeters and 80 percent effaced. All I could think was WOW! This baby is going to come sooner than I thought.

That weekend I went in to the Hospital with pressure waves every 3-5 minutes apart and they were very strong. I got there about midnight and they sent me home at 6 o'clock in the morning after giving me a shot to stop my pressure waves. I was still at a 4 and they couldn't induce me because It was so early. It was kinda funny because my sister-in-law was supposed to get induced earlier that day, but got turned away because the hospital was so busy with emergency c-sections. We all joked that the babies were waiting for each other to
come down on the same day.

That following Tuesday June 5th started like any other Tuesday. Lindsay my sister-in-law had my niece at 3 o'clock in the morning and everyone joked that Keagan was going to come later that day. My Mom and my sister Talya came down to my house to help me clean since I couldn't, and Keagan's room was no wear close to being finished. We finished everything and they left around 5:30 P.M. About a half an hour later I had just gone the bathroom and was finishing some laundry. I bent over to pick up the basket, and I thought to my self, either I wasn't done going to the bathroom and I peed my pants or my water just broke. So I called my mom and asked her, "what does it feel like when your water breaks?" Since hers never broke at home, always at the hospital she told me to call my sister. I called her and asked her the same thing. She didn't know either. But she told me to lay down and see if more amniotic fluid comes out when I roll over, because the head can act like a plug and stop it from coming. It did. It was like a flood, I soaked 4 towels. We called the hospital and my midwife to let them know I was on my way.

My husband was getting everything ready while I laid on the couch and listened to my Cd's to relax myself and get ready for the birth of my baby. After I was ready to go, I got in the car and just did my breathing and got my self deeper and deeper into relaxation. We got to the hospital about 7:30 P.M. along with my Mom, Dad and my sister Talya.

We finally got into the delivery room at about 8 o'clock. I turned off all the lights and listened to my deepening CD, while I was rocking on my birthing ball. My sister was pushing on some pressure points, to try to get my pressure waves stronger. I was in no pain and totally relaxed feeling good.

My midwife came to check me at about 10 P.M. and I was still at 4 centimeters with no progression. I was getting a little antsy and she suggested pitocin. I took it, not really knowing how it would feel. At about 10:45 P.M. is when it kicked in. My pressure waves got stronger real quick, it was not gradual at all. I wasn't mentally ready for that kind of sensation yet, I hadn't prepared my self. I got scared and jumped out of my relaxed peaceful state. Because I had taken the pitocin it took me a good hour before I felt relaxed again and like I could do it. I was having pressure waves lasting up to 90 seconds and only 20 seconds apart. I didn't really have much time in between the pressure waves to relax myself, like I was. I knew that I could do this and I knew that my body was made for this. It helped a lot to have my sister there, because she had been threw this three times before, to remind me to relax and to breath and think about my beautiful baby. My husband and my sister kept telling me positive things when they saw that I was struggling a little bit, it helped. Knowing that I had people there supporting me and reminding me to relax and to breathe helped a lot.

It was 11:45 P.M. when I started pushing. I was laying on my back the usual way that doctors do deliveries. Threw the whole pregnancy I was terrified that I would have to get an episiotomy. I did, The needed to get my baby out as fast as they could, because Keagan's heart rate had dipped quit a bit. When his head came out he was completely purple. I was terrified. They found that the cord was wrapped around his chest twice. Keagan was born at 11:59 P.M. Weighing 7lbs. 4 oz. He made it by a minute to share a birthday with his cousin. They quickly gave him to the pediatrician that was on call. I didn't even get to hold him first and I was so sad, but I wanted the best for my baby. After the was out my midwife was having trouble getting the placenta to detach, it just wouldn't come. When she told me this my husband put his hand on my forehead and said, "relax." and I was thinking "release, release." As soon as we did that out it came. I strongly believe that was why.

After he was born they took him to do tests since he was a preemie and completely blue, they had to make sure everything was alright. The next day they ran an x-ray and found out that he had pneumonia. My heart broke. He had to stay in the hospital for 5 extra days, I was lucky enough that I got to be with him everyday and hold him everyday that he was there.

After giving birth I was expecting to bleed for a few weeks. I didn't, I bled for only three days, and my stitches were healed by my one week post appointment. I know was because I had him all natural with no drugs in my system. It was perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better birthing time, even though he was sick, I loved every minute of delivering him. HypnoBabies helped me relax and be comfortable for my birth as well as other things out side of being pregnant. I strongly believe in this and can't wait to do it again with my next child. I recommend it to everyone. Your body was made to have babies, so why not enjoy it?


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Tuesday, 01 May 2012 12:48

Home Birth Step #9: Birth Support

 Birth support? Isn’t that what my care provider is for? Well yes, however in some instances they are there to make sure nothing bad happens and recognize when a labor is not going right. Additional birth support can be helpful; they can remind you of things you wanted and make sure that you understand what is going in. What is the name of this support person? A Doula.

A doula is someone you can hire for the birth and/or postpartum care. They can help your partner or family support you as you are laboring. A doula is someone you hire to be there for the entire labor (a midwife might be called during your labor to another mother who maybe closer to birthing baby than you) and will not leave your side. She can be a great interpreter for you and your care provider especially in a case of transferring to a hospital for any reason, since some midwives do not have hospital privileges.
For postpartum care, she can help you with simple breast feeding issues, do household chores, hold the baby while you and your partner get some much needed rest, and make sure you are not having any postpartum complications or mood disorders, like postpatrum depression or childbirth PTSD to name a couple.
If you are not sure a doula is someone you want to have at or after your birth, a great book for your partner or family to read is The Birth Partner by Penny Simpkin. It has a great easy layout for understanding what is happening during your labor physiologically, emotionally, and mentally. There are instructions on counter pressure, massage, and breathing techniques to help you handle your contractions.
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Tuesday, 01 May 2012 07:45

Home Birth Step #4: Appointments

 So you have decided on your care provider, Congratulations!

Now you arrange your prenatal appointments. Up to 28 weeks you will probably see your provider once a month. Then at 28 to 34 weeks you will more than likely see your provider every two weeks. At the 34 week visit you will start seeing your provider every week until you give birth. Your provider will also schedule you in if you are having problems or if you need the extra support. 

If your care provider doesn’t have an office then you can expect to have your appointments at your home. This allows for several things, you to be comfortable, typically more time to discuss any questions or issues and your care provider will be comfortable knowing where your home is when it is time for baby to come earthside.

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Finding a provider can be hard. You can ask friends, family, google or other search engines, and social media. You need to find someone who is not afraid of homebirth. Who will support you and comfort you the way you need. If there is any gut feeling of tension or insecurity with that person, discuss it with them and if that does not resolve, find another provider. Keep in mind that some countries/regions have very strict guidelines on what is considered a low risk pregnancy, and under certain conditions this assessment may make it difficult or impossible for you to remain in their care. Your care provider will be able to tell you if you are considered a low risk pregnancy.

Once you have done your research through friends, family and online, make a list of all your prospective providers. Don’t forget to look at Family Practioners, Naturopathic Doctors, Certified Professional Midwives, Direct Entry Midwives, OB/GYN’s, and Certified Nurse Midwives (not all of these options are available in all areas).

Your best bet is to call and see if they will do a free meet and greet appointment. Most should although if you are going through a family practitioner or OB/GYN you may have to pay for the office visit (although many are covered and you will only have to pay your co-payment.). Make a list of questions to ask your prospective providers.  Some midwives do take insurance and some don’t, and many will offer different payment plans. Believe it or not, some will let you pay in installments or even let you trade services with them for payment in finances are an issue. Choosing your care provider is a personal decision that you really should weigh carefully against your personal feelings and those of your partners. You want to feel comfortable with the provider and feel like they are working for you through the enitre pregnancy, birth and after care. 

Questions to ask:

  • Transports/Transfer rate (how often a laboring woman is transferred to the hospital)
  • Reasons for transport
  • Episiotomy rate (a surgical cut into the perineum to help avoid tearing)
  • Cesarean Section Rate within transports
  • Are Doula’s allowed/welcomed
  • Waterbirth ability
  • Postions for delivering
  • Pain Relief Options
  • Medications/Oxygen for hemorrage or resuscitation efforts
  • Co-Care with an Obstetrician
  • Back-up care
  • Twin or other multiples, Breech, VBAC options
  • Breastfeeding support
  • What will risk me out of a homebirth?
  • How do you handle transfer of care if risked out?

Here is a comprehensive list of questions to ask your care provider.

At this point, you can decide to go with a care provider or whether a Unassisted Birth is right for you. Once again this is a very personal choice, that will take much consideration and thought.

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 Prenatal care with a midwife follows a similar schedule of meetings (monthly, bi-weekly, weekly,) and involves some of the same testing that the OB performs.  The major difference between an OB and a midwife is the length and intimacy of the visits.  A close friend of mine (we’ll call her Audrey) who is planning a homebirth and employs a midwife told me that she feels much more comfortable with her midwife when compared to her OB.  At 30 weeks pregnant, Audrey switched to a midwife when she decided to have a homebirth.  Even if you are planning on delivering in a hospital you can still see a midwife, and many certified nurse midwives are associated with OB/GYN practices.  Audrey said that she always felt like just another number in the OB office, and that she didn’t feel like she could ask questions, or that when she did, she was treated as if she shouldn’t be asking questions.  In choosing a midwife, it is important to check for credentials which will indicate levels of education and experience.  The best way to find a midwife is ask for recommendations from other women.  You can also visit this site where you can type in your location and find locations that have a midwife on staff.

Audrey goes to her midwife’s home office and spends about an hour at each visit.  She still has her blood pressure, urine, and weight checked, but it is in an intimate and relaxed setting, and she doesn’t feel like just another patient.  They chat about how Audrey is feeling, any new thoughts or emotions associated with her experience thus far and there is an opportunity to ask as many questions as she has.  She also said that the midwife carefully explains all of the risks, benefits, and reasons for various tests so that she can make an informed choice about the necessity of the test.  The midwife encourages Audrey’s husband to be involved so that he may better understand the process of pregnancy and how Audrey is coping with it.  Since switching to a midwife, Audrey says the process of pregnancy has been much more enjoyable and less stressful due to the intimacy and relaxed tone with the midwife.
Midwives will utilize the same tests as an OB; however, they tend to use the tests as reactive rather than proactive measures.  This is not to be misinterpreted as midwives being irresponsible by not testing unless necessary, it is simply that many midwives feel that some tests are not necessary to ensure the health of mother and baby.  For example, a healthy mom experiencing no complications in pregnancy may chose to decline glucose testing in the absence of gestational diabetes risk factors.  Most OB’s will insist, (though you have the right to decline testing and treatment) but most midwives who are confident in your overall health will not insist you take a test unless there are risk factors or history that suggest tests would be beneficial.  
If at any point in your pregnancy (even right before or after your due date), you are not happy with your care provider, SWITCH!  You have the right to the care you believe you deserve and you have every right to switch providers at any time.  If you are considering switching providers, look for the next article titled “Switching Providers” for tips on how to successfully switch.

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