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Leave the Process Alone

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Once again I find myself in the bathroom at 11:40 pm waiting for my toddler to do her thing. Bear with me here, this isn’t a post about toddler poo per se.

She is potty learning, but her body’s clock tends to interfere with when I’m falling asleep (if I am so lucky). I can’t begin to tell you how normal this is from infancy and beyond.  Anyway, she knows she needs to go & isn’t as distracted at midnight as she is during the day. She needs help getting her diaper off & getting on the big potty. But after that she only needs some time & a little atta girl. No one needs to help her or tell her what to do or how to push. She knows how to follow her body’s cues.

As I was waiting for my wee nymph it dawned on me, this is not that different than birth. I’m not comparing poo to birth, but the two events themselves. Many labors start in the dark night hours as everyone is trying to rest. As things ramp up, Mommas might need some help changing positions, rooms, clothes or to be supported during the surge of a contraction. But other than that laboring women don’t really need that much assistance. If left undisturbed, no one needs to tell a momma how to make her surges stronger, to make her cervix dilate, or how breathe or push her baby out if she is left to listen & respond to her body’s cues. Gentle atta girls for support, time et voila, baby.

It’s all about not messing with the process.

Tiny Tushies

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Recently I finished the training and accreditation process to become a Real Cloth Diaper Circle Leader with the Real Diaper Association. Yes, I’ve supported families in cloth before, so why all the officialness? First of all, well, this is straight off their site & says it best: “The Real Diaper Association, a nonprofit 501(c)(3) organization, provides support and education to parents all across North America for the use of simple, reusable cloth diapers. The goal of the Real Diaper Association is to put more babies in cloth diapers. To do this we aim to create a cultural shift in understanding cloth diapers-their environmental impact, their ease of use, their accessibility, and their acceptability. The Association will help parents understand that cloth diapers are real diapers.”

Basically, not only do I help other families get their babies into cloth, but I have the backing and brains and resources of this amazing group of volunteers behind me as well. You know the saying, “It takes a village”, there’s no doubt in my mind this is true.  Not everyone knows everything about every cloth diaper and every cloth diaper situation.  This is where we pool our knowledge & resources to share with one another & share it with as many families as we can touch. The passion and drive in this group of volunteers is astounding.

I’ve authored a guest post over at the Real Diaper Association’s blog for this week about diapering a very small baby. Hop on over & take a look.

Do you share a passion of cloth diapers? Do you want to help other families make the change? The Real Diaper Association is looking for you.

Glossy Prints

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I went on a tour of the Women’s Center at a local hospital recently & was given a folder of information related to their pre & postnatal services.

There a sheet listing the agenda of the tour, and a brochure of their childbirth education offerings. The tour is a rattling off of hospital procedure. If you need any in-depth answers, don’t ask the tour guide. If you’re not planning a “normal hospital birth” but a physiologically normal birth you will make the guide quite nervous. It’s clear that not many people just give birth.

Much of the rest of the folder is focused on breastfeeding.  I thought, “This is better.”

That is until I sat down & looked at it all.

It was wonderful to see all the support they have set up for area women, but it is far from making breastfeeding normal. There is a lot of information about support, support groups, classes, pumping & where & how to buy or rent pumps. So many gorgeous glossy pictures of beautiful babies. Only one of a mother very very discretely breastfeeding her baby.

All the support is great, but without the depiction of breastfeeding being normal the message is lost.

My region is filled with support & some really great resources. I’ve lived in many places where this isn’t so. Regardless of where you live, it’s very important to search out all your options before you are in the throws of labor & realizing that your birth plan can’t be & won’t be followed because the facility you’ve chosen has a completely different definition of normal that is not the same as your own. Make sure that your care providers, birthing facility and after support are fully vested in you. Some issues can be solved through self advocacy, but you shouldn’t have to fight uphill when you should be completely zoned out in Laborland or  blissfully snuggling your new baby. You shouldn’t be worrying about what you have to give up to get the care & support you need & deserve.

You Are Worth It.

 

Latch is where it’s at

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The principles of breastfeeding have been brought to the forefront of my own breastfeeding experience once again.

If you’re a breastfeeding mother you’ve heard all about & probably know first hand just how important latch is. It’s one of the first things taught in breastfeeding class. It can be one of the hardest things to get right. It’s objectively subjective – meaning you can give great detail about how to do it with all the evidence based information available, but how the information is taken in and  applied varies from each mom/baby dyad. Mom or baby can change the equation in less time than it takes to say “OUCH!”

You know all about my most recent experience if you’ve read this post. Third baby, disastrous start to breastfeeding.  She’s almost 2 1/2 years old now you’d think we’d be completely past any issues. But I’m here to tell you all it takes is one night.

My sweet girl had a cold. Not a bad one, just a cold.

And then came the first night. After we both had fallen asleep, the stuffy nose started. Suck suck suck, breathe. Frantic latch, suck suck suck, Breathe. ** lather, rinse, repeat all night.

After that first night I was sure I had woken up with a newborn who had torn my nipples to shreds. The damage was done. We used saline & the ever popular (NOT!) nose sucker but she was still very snurfly.

This has gone on for many many nights until just the last couple.

Why am I telling you this? All it takes is one time, one really bad latch & the breakdown of the nipple begins. And when that latch can’t be improved right away, well, even I started cringing at every request for a feed. And there are so many moms that would throw up their hands at this point because they don’t have the support to get over the hump and back to normal breastfeeding. Many moms simply wean.

Older babies and toddlers still gain a tremendous amount of benefits from breastfeeding, especially when sick.  Breastfeeding gives a child the nutrients and antibodies they need to recover, especially when that child has decided not to eat and drink while ill. Breastfeeding may be their best source of nutrition when even a cup of water is being refused. And that breastmilk has a higher fat content at night so those calories your sweet bub decided they could do without during the day is given at night.  Breastfeeding not only serves as an important physical component, but an emotional one as well. Sitting down to breastfeed a clingy, needy, sick child does more to aid your child than anything else possibly could. It’s a wonderful excuse to just sit and cuddle.

Latch is so important. If you start having pain at any point in your breastfeeding relationship the first thing to look at above all else is latch & positioning.  Pain is a sign that something is not right. Pain is never normal. In this last experience of mine it did take a little time to clear my child’s airway to get a good latch & get things healed again (momma and baby). But if your child is not ill and breastfeeding is painful, step one is still to check the latch & positioning.  (Does the baby have breast tissue not just the nipple, is the baby’s body facing mom’s, is mom supporting the baby’s head from the neck not the back of the head, etc etc etc) If you’re unsure about how to check latch & position or know you’re already having a hard time, please seek a breastfeeding professional, a breastfeeding counselor, La Leche League Leader or an IBCLC for help. You’re not bothering anyone, we’re here to help.

The first birth

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So 16 years ago, I was in the midst of a change. I was getting divorced, had left active duty military, moved home with my family & was back in university. So different from my dear friend who was married & pregnant with her 2nd child. I just happened to be working as security at the maternity entrance of the hospital the morning her labor started. Despite having worked all night, a shot went through me & I was energized to await this precious baby. I was afraid to run home & get changed or anything. I was convinced that this baby was imminent.

Knowing what I know now, it was a rather quick labor, typical for a 2nd time mom. But for me then, it was a long one. We waited until late in the afternoon, and then, finally it was time.

I was awed by her power, the sheer feminine force she tapped into to birth this boy. I had no idea of the hormonal energy that we shared. I had never experienced anything like this in my life.

I had no idea back then what a doula was. I had no clue that only a few years later I would be happily married and bringing my own children to the world. I had no idea that I would understand what it means to have such intimate support around you as your family grows.

I am fortunate to have had this singular experience before my life played out the way it has. I feel as fortunate as I did 16 years ago to be asked to attend each and every birth. I feel just as awed every time I support a woman in her birth journey. The hormonal high never ceases to touch me to my core.

I’m not ashamed to say it. I love what I do.

 

NVC-Check!

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I promised to hold myself publicly accountable to my To-Do list for this year. So here’s a little update.

I set up a new website & email  for the coming cloth diaper group. I also found someone to help me sort out some issues I had with the reworking of my doula site.

Several blog posts in the hopper, just need time to sit & flesh them out. Difficult to do with a toddler underfoot most of the time.

I completed the Birth Story Listening course a couple of weeks ago. That was hard, deep, intense work. Every conference call I felt like I was holding my breath for the entire call. The listening itself was difficult and I appreciate every momma who shared their story with me for this course.

I finally finished reading Nonviolent Communication (NVC for short).  A little more work to do & I should finally be a full Real Diaper Circle Leader well before the Great Cloth Diaper Change this year. This is also a very difficult book to read & put into practice, but it should have come to no surprise that this book corresponds to the work I was doing with Birth Story Listening and the communications work I am doing for my Childbirth International courses. When you delve down deep and truly put into practice deep listening, compassionate feedback and can fully express your needs so your listener understands what you need from a conversation, it is life changing. It’s not easy & unless you’ve been practicing your entire life it’s not even something that you can do all the time. It’s work in progress. And that is life, work in progress.

I don’t pretend to hold all the answers, I just do my best to hold the space to find them.

And with that play-doh calls.

Visible Change

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Most everyone talks about the changes they will make at the beginning of each year. Life inevitable gets in the way & most of us fall into our normal routines pretty quickly. It’s much the same in our work lives. Most of us have the best of intentions, really. In fact I hesitated even posting this, my first post of the new year because I didn’t want to post unrealistic goals & why it’s almost the end of the month before I’ve actually hit publish.

This year I decided would be my year for Visible Change.

The first is easy. I’m going to continue to wear my baby. She’s 2 years old now, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be worn. Why? Well, besides the fact that she’s a tiny peanut with short legs many times I hear or read of parents who quit babywearing because their baby got “too big” at 4, 5, 8 months old. If you have the correct carrier and wear it correctly, you can safely babywear until your child is around 40 lbs. Know your carrier, know your baby. You will find that you and your baby are happier when you can stay close, especially when your baby can tell you they want to be close!

Oh yes, I will continue to breastfeed and breastfeed in public. Yes my child is 2 and yes she still breastfeeds and yes I still feed her when she asks most of the time. I know when she’s just bored & asking for the sake of asking. I also know when she has a genuine need. It’s biologically normal and we will continue until she decides she’s outgrown her need, same as my other two children.

I will take better care of myself in order to take better care of my family and my clients.

As a Birth Professional I will continue to work with, not against my client’s care providers. I will be the face of doulas everywhere so that those who come after me will not have to clean up after me. I will be kind and respectful at all times. I will not be a doormat. I will show what constant support is in labor and how it is beneficial to birthing families regardless of how they  birth.

I will bring the doula magic to every birth: Being, Listening, Touching, Holding & Believing,  Fully, Completely and Without Reservation or Hesitation.

I will continue to support breastfeeding mothers. Period.

I will finish up my courses that have been almost finished for entirely too long. First it was the baby, then it was the deployment, then the move, but now, no more excuses. I’ve put much of it into practice already, but I will finish out the last of the courses. And I will continue to find opportunities for continuing education.

With that I will set up Childbirth Education &  Breastfeeding classes. Women deserve to have a veritable smorgasbord of classes to choose from as not every woman births the same. There should be many offerings outside the traditional hospital based classes. Mothers and their partners deserve classes that can be fine tuned to what they need. I will also re-establish a Breastfeeding Support Group & a Cloth Diapering Circle.

I will once again host the Great Cloth Diaper Change & finish my Real Cloth Diaper Leader training.

So yes, some of this is more of the same, but it’s my commitment to staying the course even though I’ve done much of it before. It’s why I’m combining a few personal goals with my professional goals. I’m hoping that when others see what I’m doing that they will not be afraid to show some of the same visibility.  Walkin’ my Talk. Hold me to it. I will post updates to the website, the blog and social media. How will your community see your visible change?

Doula Labels

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I came across this title today while searching out local doula sites: Provisionally Certified Doula.   In addition to this I’ve also seen: Pending Certification.

I see women more often specify themselves as a Doula-in-Training. This makes a little more sense in my mind only because it often is an indicator to prospective parents that this is a newer doula, they are looking for  clients to complete certification & are often much more willing to negotiate on price and distance to client.

The time between submitting certification is usually a matter of weeks or a couple of months, rarely more than that.

My question is: Are the extra labels really necessary?

We already struggle to educate the general public about the role of doulas whether we are a  Labor or Birth Doula, Postpartum Doula or Antepartum Doula. We label ourselves as certified or not certified. Isn’t this enough?   Why are we further labeling ourselves when many people have no idea what a doula is at all?

Many parents don’t even ask whether or not a doula is certified, or where she trained and with what program. Most parents want to know what this is this doula’s philosophy about birth, do they click with this doula on a deeper level than most other people, and, most importantly, what this doula can do for them during their birth.

When we add additional labels to ourselves as doulas are we  doing our clients a disservice?

So Very Tiny

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This is a reflective paper I’m writing for my certifications with Childbirth International. It is the postpartum experience I had after the birth of our 3rd child who was born SGA (small for gestational age). While she was not a preemie, we experienced many of the same experiences as preemie families. November 17th is World Prematurity Awareness Day.

Our third child in born 2009. I was an American living in Germany. Our baby was due 18 October, but was born on 6 October after a prostaglandin gel induction beginning on 5 October. I consented to an early induction because she was diagnosed as being Small for Gestational Age and there was concern that my placenta wasn’t working effectively.  The labor and delivery were rather easy and unremarkable with the exception that our daughter was born weighing only 2160 grams.

In the many weeks leading up to the birth there was not discussion about what would happen after the birth. My biggest goal at the time was to do everything I could to make sure she was growing & getting the nutrients she needed to thrive before her birth. When she was born I thought I would just breastfeed her until she was nice & plump like my first 2 babies. The ultrasound scans did not indicate any physical issues other than her size, and all my prenatal testing came back negative. There were no expectations for an impaired baby.

There is no nursery in the hospital where I gave birth.  My OB came in to check on me after the birth and said he didn’t think the baby would need to go to the Kinderklinik (NICU).  I was sure I would be taking our tiny baby home the next day. A short time later the pediatrician came in & said our baby would be transferred right away to the “well-baby” NICU and I could follow later after being discharged.  They could not guarantee that there would be a bed available for me to stay with her.  I called our military patient liaison to come for help and guidance. She was of no assistance.  I asked that no one feed my baby any glucose water or formula, that she would be breastfed by me when I arrived.

By the time I had arrived a few hours later she had already been fed glucose water.  Communication with the nurses on duty at the time was minimal because few of them spoke English. I had to wait for someone who could translate better. I was allowed to sleep in her room.  The baby was subjected to constant monitoring of her temperature, oxygen and heart rate as well as a battery of tests while we stayed. In addition she was having latching problems. The doctors’ solution to this was for me to pump and feed & supplement with formula. I had to document every gram going in and coming out. I asked for someone to help me fix her latch, but was denied as there was no one trained at this hospital. There wasn’t an internet connections to search out a private IBCLC nor would the staff search for one so I sent my husband a list of books to bring me from home. I was determined to fix it myself. It wasn’t worth transferring to another hospital because it was over an hour away and our baby wasn’t sick. She just needed to gain weight. And I needed to be close to my family so that when they were able to come see us it wasn’t additional stress on everyone to come to the hospital.

Once she began gaining weight they had no reason to keep her any longer. We had been in the NICU almost a week. None of their tests showed a single anomaly. Upon their determination of her ability to self regulate her body temperature she was given a final battery of normal newborn testing, pronounced ‘perfect but tiny’ by the resident assigned to her, and we were released to go home.

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 After the birth I was elated because the release of all the worry in the culmination of this pregnancy with an induction that worked the way it was intended to, a relatively easy birth, and a baby who was wee but healthy.

This quickly turned to frustration and anger. I was told her transfer was policy because her weight too low, was unavoidable and couldn’t wait. She wasn’t sick, acute or in grave danger, yet they wouldn’t wait until I was discharged, they wouldn’t let me go with her during transfer nor would they let me drive her to the NICU myself. I pulled one of the nurses aside and tried to tell her this was happening too fast and I needed someone to talk to. She was empathetic, but couldn’t help me or fully understand what I was saying despite my tries at some decent German. Few people on duty that morning spoke English. My efforts were futile. When I called the patient liaison for help, I was told I should listen to the doctor & I was frustrated she wasn’t listening to what I was asking. She should have been the person to help me iron the transfer questions out. I felt like no one was listening to me.

Upon arrival at the NICU I was so upset to find our baby crying, in a room alone. I went from upset to infuriated when she vomited glucose water. She wasn’t supposed to be supplemented. Again I felt like no one was listening to me.

Through our entire stay I felt like I was fighting to be listened to. About day 2 or 3 the doctor came in with his entourage and told me to take my baby home to die because I didn’t just want to pump & supplement with formula. I wanted to breastfeed her but no one wanted to help me breastfeed her.  At that point I was like a Momma Bull in a China Shop. I was being treated with such disrespect & wasn’t being listened to. I can only think of one other time in my life that I was so angry, disappointed, disrespected & completely let down by everyone around me. It was bad enough that I was the lone American on the floor completely segregated from everyone else, but they treated me like I was a nuisance. That I wasn’t worth their time because I asked questions and challenged their standard treatment.

At the same time I was worried about my family at home. They couldn’t come up because my oldest was sick so I didn’t have the full support of my family at the hospital. We couldn’t all just be together and work it out. And I couldn’t take care of my older daughter. I felt like I wasn’t there for her. My husband wasn’t able to be at the hospital & help be my back up for the majority of the time we were there. I really felt alone. He had just returned days earlier from out of the country for the previous 3 months and hadn’t had time to even reintegrate back to regular family life let alone deal with this situation our daughter’s birth brought. I wanted him to be there for me, but I also didn’t want to overwhelm him. I know he was feeling lost not being able to help but I felt even more abandoned not having him there to help me.

I was afraid to leave her alone at the hospital at all because even when I went down the hall to pump after breastfeeding her, at night especially, if she woke up & cried, by the time I got back to the room there would be a pacifier in her mouth with an empty syringe of gas drops or something beside her. Everywhere I turned there was something else that was interfering with her breastfeeding.

It was at that point that made the switch in my head that I couldn’t feel sorry for myself. I had to work to get her weight up so we could go home. So I felt comfortable taking this tiny baby home. I took my anger and made it productive.

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I was so focused on the pregnancy itself I didn’t think to ask about what happens after. I knew there wasn’t a NICU at the hospital I chose, but I didn’t ask my doctor what might happen to the baby after the birth. After the induction I thought we were in the clear. She was tiny, but perfectly healthy. I could have asked to transferred to the American hospital at Landstuhl an hour away at the end of my pregnancy. They have an in-house special care unit and an IBCLC on staff. It would have been further from my family, but I see now I may have had a better chance at the care I wished we’d both had.

When the baby was transferred I could have been less passive in allowing it to happen & found a way to go together to the Kinderklinik. I didn’t ask enough questions of the patient liaison so she would also ask questions. Her every answer was, “It’s their policy”.  I didn’t keep asking why. When I felt she didn’t have an answer to my issues my focus turned to getting discharged so I could go be with our baby. I just wanted her to go so I could make the rest of the calls to leave.

When the doctor ripped me down & told me to take my baby home to die I should have stood up for myself in the moment. I was tired, hormonal, worried, but I could have stood my ground instead of breaking down. No doctor should speak to a parent that way. My baby was not in grave danger. Yes she was still losing weight, but simply saying do it my way or go isn’t proper care. I didn’t ask for his supervisor, I didn’t ask for another doctor to take my case, I didn’t complain later through our military channels. I should have and I kick myself for taking that kind of abuse. Although he never came back to my room again, not even to do the final assessment. One of his interns did the final exam. Again, I could have asked for a transfer to Landstuhl, but I felt that she wasn’t sick so why make that long trip to have to start at square one again. I only wanted to get our baby home.

When I was denied an IBCLC at the Kinderklink  it didn’t occur to me to ask for a telephone consult with the Landstuhl IBCLC for more suggestions to get the baby to my breast or for suggestions to create an SNS system with what was on hand at the hospital where we stayed. I would not have had an in person consult, but because I did have a professional report with her I may have gotten extra telephone time if she was available. This may have sped up the baby’s weight gain & latch issues & we might have gone home sooner.

I was focused on getting the baby back on the monitors after every feed because the nurses said to. Instead I could have worked out a schedule with them for intermittent sessions & just taken the baby with me to pump so she wouldn’t cry and they wouldn’t feel like the needed to do something to her to make her stop. I could have had much more skin to skin time if I hadn’t allowed her to be put on the monitors constantly. This might have helped her breastfeeding issues too.

Instead of involving my husband more, I tried to take everything on myself since he had to be home so he wouldn’t have double the stress. I buried some of my feelings which came out later after I came home. It wasn’t the fix I hoped that would be, it added to stress later.

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At the time I thought I was being proactive in my actions, but I see now that I could have done more. I was asking questions but they were not enough or the right kind of questioning. I let the policy guideline be the end of the road. I allowed the cultural and language barrier create a bigger wall to scale than it needed to be. My anger allowed the staff to take power away from my choices and kept me from seeing that I had more choices. I know some of the emotions came from the intense hormonal shift, lack of sleep and being in an uncomfortable environment, but I could have kept pushing. I need to let go of the anger because I made a choice &I didn’t change it then & I can’t change it now. I can only make decisions in the now and move on.

I needed to involve my husband more in the process instead of shielding him from it. Some of this wasn’t possible because he couldn’t be there, but I could have had him working behind the scenes making phone calls to our American clinic in town trying to find some better answers. I didn’t have to try do it all myself. He would have coped better knowing he was doing something to help me beyond caring for our older children.

However, this event has changed how I deal with stressful situations. I have learned how to be more proactive in how I question practices in general. Its lead me to keep asking questions, not just be satisfied with a single answer whether or not I’m comfortable with that answer.

I know I need to continually work to keep working at doing all this.

There are times the system isn’t going to change for me and if I decide not to step outside of it I will have to deal with what it brings. When I stay within this system I know that I can find allies, but that their hands may be tied. It’s better to recognize it now than to try to fight it in the middle of a situation.

Knowing all this makes me continually look at how this will affect my clients as a doula, breastfeeding counselor and childbirth educator. I am always looking for additional resources that other families might not know about or prepare them to deal with a situation without having to live though it like I and others have. I try to prepare them for the unexpected without overwhelming them. When I see a resource is needed I try to bring it in, or, if I’m able, provide it myself. I know I can’t do everything for everyone, but if I can enhance the birth and parenting period in some subtle way that makes the smallest difference, then I have found my niche. I hope to be able to effectively communicate how to navigate the system that most parents are left to muddle through alone. Leaving my baggage at the door is the first step. Being as unbiased as I can is the next. Realizing there is always room for growth and learning is the key.

Half a Million Babies

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The March of Dimes released this year’s Prematurity Report Card with a state by state breakdown this week. More than half a million babies in in the United States are born too soon. The United Sates as a whole rates as a C and only one, ONE state received an A rating.

How is this even possible in this day & age?

Why is this happening?

Consider the following:

  • Too many mothers are uninsured or underinsured and as a result don’t receive adequate prenatal care.
  • Fully one third of births in the United States are surgical births. The rate of cesarean births continues to rise every year.
  • The rate of early inductions is also rising.
  • Overuse of testing, especially late in pregnancy, resulting in more medically managed, earlier births.
  • There is not enough access to VBACs (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean).
  • There are not enough midwives to manage healthy women during their pregnancy & birth.
  • Anecdotal rather than evidence based information is being disseminated. One look at My OB Said What? gives you only a taste of what’s being said out there.
  • Many due dates are off and babies are being born at 36-37 weeks when the care provider thought the baby was 38-40 weeks.
  • The are more families having problems conceiving and thus are having to use a fertility specialist. These pregnancies often result in multiple births and many birth early & need time in the NICU.

The two most common reasons I hear for birthing a baby early are gestational age and size of the baby.

Despite the fact that a “term” pregnancy is considered 37-42 weeks, even waiting until 38 or especially 39 weeks to induce reduces the incidence of prematurity and allows the baby’s systems to fully mature. A week or two makes a huge difference even that late in pregnancy. Just because a woman reaches 40 weeks doesn’t mean that her time is up either & she must be induced or have a cesarean unless there is some legitimate medical reason.

A “big baby” is not a reason to birth a baby early. Ultrasound images can be up to 2 pounds off on either side of the reading. I hear so many women say their doctor said they couldn’t birth this baby because it is too big only to find the baby was a mere 6 or 7 pounds, not the 9 or 10 that it was thought to be. So the baby was born too early & can have complications solely based on a weight guess. Later many of these same women birth larger babies. And tiny women can birth 9, 10 even 11 pound babies. And no, they don’t all have traumatic births. When did our bodies change so much that we are no longer able to birth our children?

Prematurity brings with it a whole host of problems from immature lungs to problematic breastfeeding. When a baby is in the NICU can create a disconnect between the baby and it’s parents creating further issues once the baby is allowed to come home. It also causes emotional and financial hardship on the family.

So what can we do to help prevent the rate of premature births from continuing to rise?

  • Educate yourself – Know what a normal pregnancy, labor and birth look like.
  • Have faith in your body – Many women are told their bodies are not capable of birth. Big Red BS flag flying there.
  • Get a second opinion or change to a new, supportive provider even if you are in your 39th weeks of pregnancy. Yes you can.
  • Have a supportive birth team. Hire a knowledgeable doula.
  • Know your options. If a provider is suggesting you need to be induced or need a cesarean ask “Why?” And then ask, “How?”, know your options and don’t settle just for what your provider says, there may be more available that would be better for you. And then ask, “When does this decision need to be made?” Use BRAIN analysis – Benefits, Risks, Alternatives, Intuition (what does it tell you), (what if I) do Nothing
  • Same questions for testing. “Is is necessary?” “What will the results tell us?” “How will this affect my birth?” Again, use BRAIN.

Of course there is a time and a place for intervention and high risk care, but there is also a time and a place to just let a woman be to birth her baby.