around the web

I’ve posted links to awesome articles, photos and posts in the past, but I’m going to make it a weekly feature. This week, check out:

  • At Your Cervix: What I Wish I’d Learned About in School– great post about several things she wished she had learned in school about becoming a midwife. It’s not just about catching babies!
  • The Skeptical OB: VBAC birth story– Before you all flip out on me…this is an important story to share. In the natural birth world, there are not enough stories that talk about the things that can go wrong, despite everyone’s best efforts. What I mean by that is…it’s easy to become blinded by happy, perfect births. But the truth is, birth is not perfect. Anything can happen. At home, in the hospital… this story is just a testament to why being in the hospital for a VBAC is a good idea.
  • My OB Said What? You birthed like a warrior!– I’m pretty sure every mama wants to hear this! Even if she had a c/s.
  • With Woman, a Midwife on the Path: We Had Prepared– mixture of emotions surrounding birth center regulations and babies picking their birthdays, just in time before induction!

Defining Midwifery

I have seen this article floating around the childbirth interwebs and cannot help it any longer. I must post this and share the anthropological aspect of midwifery. It’s kind of funny because, not a few weeks ago, a friend had mentioned to me that the study of childbirth by an anthropologist mainly focuses on midwifery around the globe. I had not really thought about anthropology, however I have had thoughts about creating and influencing the childbirth atmosphere to be more like other countries’ views of this life-changing event. In my own opinion, pregnancy and childbirth are thought of in the medical world as a disease or illness, which is far from it! Granted, there are situations in which medicine is necessary. I’m not talking about those situations. I’m talking about a normal, healthy pregnancy with little to no risks…those are the births that belong in a home surrounded by a midwife, family and friends (or not, in some cases…see Unassisted Birth).

The link below goes to my “Behind the Midwife” page where I think this article belongs. This is why I want to become a midwife, this is what and who a midwife is and if anyone has questions, it’s a great way to give answers. Sometimes, I wish I could whip out something witty and awesome when someone asks me WHY or WHAT IS THAT when I tell them why I’m going back to school. It’s easy to say that I don’t care what anyone else thinks, but the truth is that I do care and that some people just don’t get it. Fine, but at least this article does a wonderful, beautiful job of defining midwifery from an anthropologists point of view. Enjoy.

Midwifery by Robbie Davis-Floyd, PhD

More Networking

Happy Monday all!!

First and foremost, I want to thank all my regular readers for coming back each time I post! This journey is going to be loooong and having the support through the ups and downs to come will be priceless to me. Seriously, you’re awesome. And on that note I would love to meet more awesome people! My hope is that maybe there are others out there in a similar situation that we can bond over. It is a well known fact that the best way to get through breastfeeding woes is to have an incredible support system. I believe that to be true when it comes to nursing school and whatever happens after that. Obviously midwifery is the goal, I just have no idea what that looks like right now.

So, in growing this blog and my network I have done a few things:

Harvesting Kale is making blog buttons for FREE right now and I have entered a giveaway with The Wiegands, an amazing mama blog written by Casey who is currently on hospital bed rest to keep her little Apple safe and warm for a few more weeks. Both would allow me to a) get a real-deal Midwife101 blog button which you could pretty-please share on your site and b) some awesome ad space on a blog called The Naptime Review by Julie which has grown so fast it’s kind of unreal.

Again, I appreciate all you awesome FB and twitter followers and anyone else who just happens upon this blogging project of mine. Please take a quick second to “like” my facebook page and follow me on twitter, both links to your right.

Have a great day!




Holding an 8 week old baby while I’m 36 weeks pregnant.

It’s been two years since I started my journey to becoming a midwife. In the beginning, and even still, when I share my passion with close family and friends, many conversations begin with questions like “why? why do you want to become a midwife? what is a midwife? will you make any money? So are you a hippy now?” and so on. I’ll start from the beginning.

For as long as I can remember I have only ever wanted to BE a mother. Kids are asked all the time what they want to be when they grow up and while I fashion ideas of becoming a vet and an English teacher, I never felt the same deep drive in my gut about those professions compared to the feeling of becoming a mother and now, a midwife. Being a mom is a job. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The pay is not monetary but through hugs and kisses and first words, first steps, smiles, high fives and I love yous. Being a mother is priceless and becoming one is the most life-changing thing I have ever experienced in my life, ever.

B and I married just 4 days after I turned 24 and my forever goal had been to be a wife and mom by the time I was 25. I was already a college grad, had a steady job, a handsome new husband, and two rowdy dogs to boot. Life was perfect and before we knew it we were staring at two pink lines only 9 months after saying “I do”. We were thrilled. I was speechless and as my pregnancy progressed and we passed those crucial milestones my heart would grow 10 times over every time we heard his heart beat and every time we saw his sweet Irish cheeks on the screen. I was 14 weeks pregnant when I turned 25 and I could not help but BEAM. My dream was coming true and not just whenever but when we WANTED it to happen. I know that for so many this is not the case and I know how blessed we are to have conceived so quickly. I do not take that time and gift for granted.

During my pregnancy I read about everything baby-related, as most new mamas do. I read about every kind of cloth diaper, the best birthing classes, all about his current growth and where he was every week. When he could hear us, when he could taste the food I ate, when he could respond to outside sounds and even when his daddy could feel him roll around. WOW. While I certainly did my fair share of complaining about pregnancy symptoms (aches, pains, tired, sore breasts, etc) I never once wished it away and even as I type I can honestly say I loved being pregnant. It was such an incredible time of growth for me as a person (literally and figuratively) as well as for B and our relationship. I joined a baby board (The Bump) and began to build friendships with thousands of other women all over the world. I loved having a place to find out if something I was feeling was normal or not (usually it was). I read magazines and took prenatal yoga classes. I wanted to know every single thing there was to know about pregnancy and childbirth and even as the my belly grew and my due date came and went I still felt like I knew too little.

We chose to go with an OB for our prenatal care. A small practice of four other OBs seemed like the perfect place for us. I would see each one countless times throughout the pregnancy and get to know each of them so that on the day I went into labor I’d know who’d be helping me birth my son. Only a few times did we have some scares but nothing critical. We watched The Business of Being Born and I was blinded for a moment and could not believe I had waited 29 weeks to watch this movie and now I felt stuck with an OB. Cue pregnancy hormones. After a week or two of cooling off I knew that the doctors we had chosen really cared about us, about what our birth goals were and that there was a mutual respect between us. The day I went into labor, my favorite of the four OBs was on call and did an amazing job helping me bring my son Earthside. No episiotomy and no cord clamping until the blood stopped pulsing. We did have internal fetal monitoring which I never wanted but it was necessary after a scare with Logan’s heart rate dropping very fast and so we could avoid a c-section. I never once wished we’d had a midwife because the exact same things would have happened, at least in our hospital. The midwife refers to the OB on call if something goes array and I am certain that after consulting the OB the midwife would have still done an internal monitor.

Anyway, since going through my birth experience, which also included an epidural after 12 hard hours of back labor, I really wanted to keep learning more. I could not get birth and babies out of my brain. I knew that I was not ready to have another child yet so I just kept reading. And the more I read and the more friends who’ve had babies and the more I’ve learned since working at the hospital I just feel like I am going to explode with excitement from it all. It’s that same feeling I felt when I thought about becoming a mother. The same feeling that would take my breath away with joy in knowing that I was going to be a mom is the same feeling I have now. It’s going to take me YEARS before I am practicing midwifery on my own but I am okay with that. I would rather do all the work now so that 10 years from now I will have reached my goals and will be catching, or helping others catch, babies. But that is not the only thing you do as a midwife. Midwives also do yearly exams, treat patients with female related issues, and so on.

There is nothing more incredible then that of giving birth and I want to be apart of that most incredible experience with other women for the rest of my life. I have started to keep track of the number of births I’ve attended.  As I learn more I’ll share more. Thanks for taking this journey with me.