Diaries from the Rocking Chair

I'm in that phase with baby girl that I feel like I am always nursing. Those feedings come so frequently and I find myself sitting in my rocking chair a lot of hours during the day (and night!) whether it be for a feeding or just to rock her. During these times I usually have a lot of time to think. So I'm going to write about all those thoughts right here and call it Diaries from the Rocking Chair, cool? Cool. 

My Natural Birth Journey: Method of Coping

*Photo  Credit Women World 

Once I had decided I wanted a natural birth and had chosen a provider that I felt comfortable with I started to think about coping methods. I figured I probably couldn't just let D day (delivery day) arrive and assume I was just going to waltz through labor. They don't just give epidurals for fun.

Gavin's birth began with an induction and as soon as I started to feel contractions I asked for an epidural. I really never experienced labor. At all. So as I approached trying to find a coping method I felt at a loss of what to do because I didn't know what was going to work for me because I didn't know what to expect.

This is what all first time moms experience and even though I had already had a baby I felt as though I was like a first time mom. I realized that I would just have to study the different options and decide which one I felt the most comfortable with.

I came to this realization after I had nearly read all of Hypnobirthing: The Mongan Method. It was a good book and a great resource but in the end I didn't really see myself using hypnosis to cope. Who knows, it may be my method if choice for a later pregnancy but wasn't for this pregnancy.

In the end I decided to create my own method by simply learning and practicing different things that I thought would help me whether that was laboring in a certain position, visualizing something or having the hubs help (back tickling was at the top of the list. love me a good back tickle!). I essentially created a list of coping methods that I felt would be helpful to me.

In the end this strategy worked well for me. Labor for me this go round was actually fairly short and the number of coping methods needed were few but you can read all about what I actually used in Abigail's birth story. 

What methods of coping have you studied? Used? Did you find them helpful? What did you like about them? 

My Natural Birth Journey: Choosing My Caregiver

Continuing on in my journey of becoming educated in natural childbirth (read about how it began here), the topic of choosing a caregiver kept coming up over and over in my reading. 

When I discovered we were expecting baby number two I set up an appointment with an OB that was recommended to me from a few other women. Since moving to Omaha, I hadn’t seen an OB (shame on me) so my first appointment with a new OB was also my first appointment for my second pregnancy.

I liked this OB well enough and felt that we could be a good fit. Even though I hadn’t completely decided that I wanted to try for a natural birth at the time of my first appointment, I find it interesting that one thing that stood out to me was that this OB seemed to be pretty liberal in her use of medication even in pregnancy. She was quick to suggest medications for various pregnancy symptoms.

As I mentioned, the more I read about natural birth the more I questioned whether I was seeing the right kind of caregiver. I decided to approach my OB about my desires for natural birth and see what her thoughts were and if that was something that she would support.

I met with my OB for a regular check up on February 8, 2013. I expressed that I had been reading and learning and had a desire for a natural birth. I asked my OB the how she felt about that and if it was something that she would support.

Her response, “You can feel as much pain as you want,” then chuckled. 

That rubbed me the wrong way. Actually it really bothered me and I felt that it was even slightly disrespectful. Of course she followed up with all the “right” things to say but her knee jerk response was what stuck with me as I walked out of the office that day.

The more her words swam around in my head the more confident I became in the fact that I needed to find another caregiver. One of my other good friends was seeing a group of midwives at the Methodist Women’s hospital and she had nothing but good to say. I decided to set up a meet and greet. I met with one of the midwives on February 12, 2013 (I was 16 weeks) just a few days after my visit to the OB.

Marilyn was the midwife that I met with; she was warm, kind, and considerate. Forty five of her precious minutes were spent with me simply to answer questions and better understand my desires. I was floored. Never before had any kind of caregiver taken that amount of time and given that kind of attention to me and my needs.

I set up my next appointment for the midwives before leaving the office and it felt amazing.

Has anyone ever had to switch physicians? Was it awkward or no big deal?

Recommended Reading

In preparation for Abigail's birth I did a lot of reading and I barely scratched the surface of all that is out there. However of the books that I did get my hands on I have a few that I would definitely recommend. 

Ina May's Guide to Childbirth by Ina May Gaskin

This book, as I mentioned in this post, really gave me all I needed to begin working towards having an all natural birth. This book has great information on the woman's body, how it works in childbirth and ways to work with your body for your desired outcome. It is fantastic! 






The Birth Partner by Penny Simkin
Danny and I read this book together and it was very good. It was detailed, clear and packed with great information. I highly recommend this book if you are planning to have your partner be involved in the birth (which I hope you are!). I still recommend this book just as an educational read. I learned a lot and became very familiar with the stages of labor from reading this book. 





Pushed: The Painful Truth About Childbirth and Modern Maternity Care by Jennifer Block  (Only read parts)
If you want to learn about how natural birth advocates view hospitals this is the book for you. This book is also especially good for those planning a natural birth at a hospital.  It was eye opening to say the least but I also feel it is one side of the coin. This book is packed with a lot of statistics that will most likely blow you away. I will say that this book helped me feel more confident in refusing certain aspects of the "standard" process of childbirth at the hospital for that I was glad I read this book. 



Childbirth Without Fear by Grantly Dick-Read (Only read parts)
This is a good book to pick and choose what chapters/topics you want to read about. It is an older book and is written in old English which makes it kind of hard to follow if you don't read carefully. What I loved about this book however was that I pulled some great quotes from it that were very motivational such as “The most contributory cause of pain in otherwise normal labor is fear.”





Two additional books that I still would like to read that were recommended to me are: Journey Into Motherhood: Inspirational Stories of Natural Birth by Sheri Menelli and Giving Birth: A Journey Into the World of Mothers and MIdwives by Catherine Taylor. Happy reading!

My Natural Birth Journey: How It Began

I have been blessed to be acquainted with many great and wonderful women. I am frequently inspired and motivated by many of the women I come to know and befriend. My journey in natural childbirth all began with one such friend.


I was the mother of one and enjoying each and every new stage. Another child was definitely in the near future but the time hadn’t come to try for a second child.


I was visiting with a friend who had recently had her first baby, a baby girl. As we were chatting I asked her to tell me her little girl’s birth story.


To say that I was in awe really doesn’t suffice. My friend had her first baby without any intervention and in a birthing center no less. The story was beautiful and my friend couldn’t say enough about what a wonderful experience it had been.


Her experience was nearly the complete opposite of mine with Gavin. I do my best to respect the opinions of others and I honestly was sincerely glad that my friend had had such a wonderful birth experience. The thought of that ever being a possibility for me was out of the question. I was too weak, the epidural was the only way to go for me.


Fast forward a few months and baby number two has been announced and I have another conversation with my friend about her birth experience, this time probing a bit more. My friend suggested that I read “Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth” by Ina May Gaskin a legendary midwife. I figured it couldn’t hurt.

After reading this book my tiny ember of interest turned into a blazing fire. The empowerment that I gained from reading that book was remarkable. I learned things that completely changed my frame of mind surrounding childbirth. Never before had I had so much respect for women's bodies and the miracle that is childbirth. I became ravenous for more knowledge regarding childbirth absent of intervention.


At this point, I finally had the courage to say “I want a natural birth."

Abigail's Birth

*WARNING* This is a long post 

4:30 am on July 19th I woke up and was wide awake and having mild contractions. After lying in bed awake for awhile I decided to get up and read, hoping to take my mind of the fact that “this might be it.” I read and comprehended maybe 50% of what I read. My mind was still distracted as I was deeply tuned into my body. Danny got up at 6:00 with plans to go to the temple. I told him he probably should hold off because things were happening. 

Danny helped me relax as I tried to get some sleep after being up so early. I was able to sleep for an hour or so before Gavin woke up. Danny decided to go in to work as things hadn’t picked up in the last two hours. Of course as soon as Danny was gone and it was just Gavin and I, I became much more uncomfortable and felt like I had to lie down. I text Danny and asked him to come home to help with Gavin so that I could try and rest. 

The morning bled into the afternoon and contractions had been consistent but hadn't intensified. and they varied in their duration and the time from one to another. I started to feel dumb because I had Danny come home, I had let our babysitter know I might have a baby that day, I had even cancelled an appointment and here I was just having mild contractions all day long. I was very confused. 

I thankfully was able to nap while Gavin napped. I was exhausted from being up so early and the rest felt good. I woke feeling much better. By this time it was about 4:00 pm and I wanted to see what the midwives had to say about what was happening. I called the office and filled them in. Jenda (the midwife on call, which I was very happy about) called me back and said that since I was dilated to a 4 at my last check up that I probably should just come in and get checked to see what was going on. 

I left Danny at home assuming I would simply get checked only to be sent home again. Upon arriving at the doctor’s office Jenda checked my cervix and I was dilated to a 6 and 100% effaced. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t been in pain at all and here I was already a 6! Score! They did a Non Stress Test and saw that I was having contractions every 5 minutes and at a pretty good intensity. 

Jenda came in and said that she wanted me to head over to the hospital. I was surprised by this but she said that if I continued to quietly dilate and then have my water break I might not make it to the hospital in time. She said she was being very generous in allowing me to go home and get Danny and come straight back. I was thankful for this because I really wanted to be there when we dropped Gavin off. I was concerned about my first baby just as much as I was about the one in my belly. 

We dropped Gavin off. I cried. Then I recovered and got focused. I was going to have a baby. We got something to eat on the way. I wasn't going to have this baby on an empty stomach. 

We arrived at the hospital at 6:30 p.m. My first little victory of the night was requesting to stay in my own clothes and by pass the hospital gown. I felt so much more comfortable and in control. Odd how something so small could feel so empowering. We got all checked in and then we hit the halls to see if we could get labor to progress a little quicker. 

After an hour of walking at 7:30 pm Jenda checked me again and I was a 7! Talk about excitement, shock and disbelief. Jenda said that if we broke my water we would probably have a baby in 30 minutes. I couldn’t believe it! My second small victory for the evening was not immediately consenting and asking Jenda questions about breaking my water. I decided that I wanted to continue to walk and see if I could get to an 8 in the same fashion I had gotten to a 7. Why wouldn’t I want to dilate that far without even really being uncomfortable? Jenda was fine with that and we began walking the halls some more. This time we walked for 45 minutes and came back to be checked at 8:15 pm. At this point I was dilated to an 8. I seriously couldn’t believe it. 

Jenda explained that at some point my water would have to break. I could walk another 2 hours or more and wait for it to happen spontaneously or we could encourage the process by having her break my water. After confirming that our baby girl was safe from any harm that breaking my water might bring, I consented and I felt good about it. It was scary though because I knew things were about to get hard and I wasn't quite sure I was ready for it. 

Once my water was broken, Jenda told me that she had been mistaken and that I was still only a 7. Baby girl’s head was so low it had been difficult for her to tell. That bothered me a little at first but in the grand scheme of things it really was a minor thing. Jenda also informed me that baby girl was posterior meaning she was “sunny side up” as they say or facing towards my belly button. The ideal position for birth is to have baby facing the mother’s spine so our goal was to try and get baby girl to turn. 

 I began rocking my hips back and forth while on my hands and knees in attempt to try and get baby girl to turn. I did this for a good 20-30 minutes and boy was I tired. My back ached and I was ready to get into the tub. Easing my tired body into the warm water was heaven. I loved it! 

Contractions became more intense while I was in the tub and I began having to breathe through each one. At first I was just breathing hard and Danny suggested I moan and let it out. At his suggestion I began to moan and it felt so much better! It really helped me to release tension rather than hold on to it. My contractions were not coming very close together so Jenda wanted me to get out of the tub to see if we could get things moving by doing something else. 

I joined the ranks of those in a hospital gown at this point and began walking the halls some more. Brisk walking. Jenda was not messing around and I was struggling to keep up with her and Danny. As each contraction came I was told to squat very low to encourage baby girl to descend and help me further dilate. 

I'm not sure how long we were in the halls for but once we returned to the delivery room I again got into the hands and knees position and worked through some more contractions. This is when I entered transition. That first contraction in transition was intense. I was a little taken back and frankly a little scared. I hadn’t ever experienced anything like that before. This is when my moaning became a bunch of broken moans as I dilated the final 2 cm. At this point I definitely thought 'I'm not sure I can do this' but I pressed on, not that I had a choice, this baby was coming. Jenda checked me after 5 or so contractions and I was fully dilated. Time to push. 

I decided that I would like to try the side lying position for pushing. I worked through a couple more contractions and it really wasn’t all that comfortable but the thought of getting into some other position felt really daunting and I wasn’t all that motivated to try and move at this point, so stayed right where I was. 

Pushing was hard and painful.The stinging and the burning that I felt was intense. I clung to Danny’s whole arm in desperation through each contraction. I began to sweat profusely. My body was working so hard. Between contractions I began to chant 'OK' repeatedly this helped me to relax and in a way get prepared for the next wave of pushing. 

I wondered if the pushing would ever end.I was pushing much more on command then I was with my body. In the midst of a push Jenda yelled “whoa, whoa!” I immediately pulled back and started to pant but apparently it was too late, I had torn. I was disappointed. I wanted so badly not tear but I knew I just had to finish. At this point I thought to myself I just have to push (pun intended) through this. The only way out is to push until that baby arrived. 

One last push and baby girls head was out and it was the most blessed feeling. Instant relief rushed over my body. I sunk back into the bed and let out a huge sigh of relief and moments later my little girl was on my chest. It was amazing! I was so happy to finally meet my precious little girl and to have her here safe and healthy. She didn’t cry much at all. When she did cry we got her moved close to my body, skin to skin and she calmed right down. It was a miracle and an amazingly beautiful moment. 

After getting checked over my sweet baby girl was then returned to my arms and I began to try and breastfeed. I was so grateful to have our little girl in my arms safe and sound. At one point I looked up at Danny and I said “I did it!” For nine months I had been hoping that at the end of it all I could say those words and it felt so good to be able to do so.

Becoming A Mother

Becoming a mother is quite the undertaking. The learning curve is steep and it never really ends.

When I became pregnant with our first baby, Gavin, I immersed myself in pregnancy books. I wanted to know all that was happening with my body and that baby. I wanted to know all that I should be doing for that little peanut.

Sure, I thought about labor and delivery but not only was the thought a little intimidating but I figured the Dr. knew what she was doing. I also just figured I would do as my mom did.

I was three days away from my due date and I was headed in to the hospital to be induced. I had what I would now consider the typical birth. Induction with Pitocin. Epidural at the first sign of contraction. Tearing during pushing. Holding my precious baby boy.

In the end having a healthy momma and baby are the desired outcome but what I recently have come to realize after my second pregnancy and birth is that there are a lot of choices between conception and delivery. Choices I had no idea about with my first due simply to a lack of education.

Which brings me to why I'm here. As I have read and studied about birth I have developed a deep desire to educate. Their are many avenues to take when bringing a baby into this world. One way isn't necessarily the right way but what I wish for each woman is that she know about ALL the avenues so that she can make the very best decisions for herself and her baby.

If your interested in learning more about birth, the choices women have, and all things related to becoming educated about being a mom stick around. I'm learning too. We can do it together.

Next up, Abigail's birth story. Her natural birth story.