Birth Conversations

Tomorrow I will be exactly 38 weeks pregnant.

Connor was born at 38 weeks to the day, but he was breech – so stubbornly breech that we never really got into many discussions about labour and birth. Though looking back, I’m not sure it would have occurred to me that birthing a baby was anything other than contractions > hospital > decision about pain management > pushing > voila, a baby.

I had read some books and we had done prenatal courses but most of what is presented as the de facto way of birthing babies in our society is so clinical, isn’t it? So factual. You either refuse an epidural (in which case you’re a goddess) or you get one (in which case you’re being smart, because why suffer needlessly?).

Or you get a C-section.

And that’s where most of our dialogue about birth comes in, at least in my experience. And most of it is after the fact.

A C-section for many, myself included, is not the desired birth experience. It doesn’t meet our expectations for how we will bring our children into the world, as though the experience of giving birth is somehow a profound rite of passage into motherhood. The baby gets here either way, to be sure, and giving birth – in whatever fashion – doesn’t actually make a woman a mother.

But the experience is profound and the method does matter, and anyone who dismisses a woman’s grief over a C-section simply doesn’t get it.

So why don’t we talk about this more in the weeks and months ahead of our babies’ births?

I, like many other women, skipped the C-section parts of my labour and delivery books. I thought I was going to have a choice. (I didn’t, really, though four years later I still question whether there’s anything I could have done.)

In many cases, women do have a choice – they just don’t know it. How many of you became educated about labour and delivery after the birth of your first child? That’s the case for many women I know. (For me I think it really started when I saw The Business of Being Born shortly after Connor was born.) I’m not saying birth needs to be complicated — I’m really not in a position to make that sort of assertion — but I do think we need to have more conversations about what we hope to get out of the experience.

pregnant woman before birth

Image credit: Christy Scherrer on Flickr

Other than a healthy baby, of course. Let’s just put that out there. We all want a healthy baby (and a healthy mother) and we will do whatever is necessary in the moment to protect our baby’s health. But birth is more than that, and it’s okay that it’s more than that.

I have had midwives for both pregnancies, and while both experiences have been positive and definitely in line with what we were looking for with prenatal care I’m surprised at the lack of discussion about the birthing process. At my 36-week appointment a couple of weeks ago I asked my midwife about this, and we had an interesting discussion about how things might go. The assumption in her response was that I would avoid an epidural, or any pain relief for that matter, and simply work with my body. Which I think is fantastic and definitely what I’m hoping to do, but I’m not sure it’s safe to assume a woman will be planning that approach or, more importantly, know how to achieve it.

A couple of months ago we were at the library and while Connor browsed through his book selections I poked around in the pregnancy and birth section. I picked up a couple of things, put them back, and then came across HypnoBirthing: The Mongan Method: A natural approach to a safe, easier, more comfortable birthing. I almost skipped right over it on the shelf for fear it was too hippie for me, but something compelled me to grab it and check it out.

Later that night I asked on Twitter if anyone had used hypnobirthing. Expecting crickets, I was surprised at the onslaught of responses I got from women who not only used it but credited it with giving them the birth experience they had hoped for. So I cracked open the book and contained therein was not only a method of birthing but a philosophy.

For me, it wasn’t the philosophy itself that was interesting. It was the notion that a particular kind of birth experience is something we can discuss and aim for and hopefully achieve with a bit of insight and some tools to help us get there.

I don’t know what my birth experience will be this time around. I’m trying to have an open mind and accept whatever happens (though I’m already enjoying the novelty of the early signs of labour I’m experiencing). But regardless of how this next, and presumably last, birth experience turns out, at least this time around I feel better informed.

 

I’m interested in hearing about your experiences with birth conversations – let me know in the comments.

Just so you know: The link to the hypnobirthing book above is an affiliate link. I really like this book and am grateful to have found it, and if you choose to buy it also I’ll get a penny or two when I accumulate enough for Amazon to actually pay me.

Stickers for Safety

A few weeks ago we were at the Calgary Stampede and ran into some friends. I looked around and said, “Hey, you’re missing a kid.”

I thought for some reason their middle child hadn’t come with them, but the look on my friend’s face immediately told me that wasn’t the case. It was that combination of What?! and Oh shit as he turned around to look for his son.

They had just walked in the gates but there are throngs of people at that event and they’d walked far enough in that he could have been separated from them in another part of the park. We all started to look around and, as they called the police over to help, I watched my friends’ faces go from Where did he go? to OH MY GOD WHERE IS HE? I can well imagine their panic.

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To Be or Not to Be…In the Know

For about a year and a half, Connor has been talking about his baby sister. Now, I’ve never been very good at math, but I think that’s longer than I’ve been pregnant.

I’m not sure where this idea came from, and he hasn’t been able to say. I could understand if his friends had baby sisters, but none of them do – they’re all baby brothers. He doesn’t even know that many girls, because our baby groups have been mostly boys.

A baby sister… I wonder if he’s right?

He’s been so sure and so consistent that I really do wonder. There’s also this weird experience I had where I stood in the middle of the framed-in foundation of our first house when it was being built in 2003 and I swear I could see us there with two kids – a boy and a girl. (Which was one of the really hard things about leaving that house – wondering if we somehow had left the second child behind.)

blue and pink baby booties

So now the second child is on the way and I swore I didn’t want to find out if we were having a boy or girl this time. We did find out with Connor (and didn’t tell anyone) but having had a scheduled c-section last time due to my darling breech baby makes me sort of want to keep the gender a surprise just in case it happens again. If I don’t get the birth experience I want, I’d like something about it to be like the storybooks.

Silly, I know, but after the gong show that was my last post-birth experience, I want to keep something unknown and exciting.

Except I’m starting to waver. What if Connor is right? I would be so jazzed to know we’re having a girl. And if we’re not, I’d sort of like to go back to my vision of two brothers (and prepare C for the fact that he’s not having a baby sister).

It’s a conundrum.

My husband really wants to find out, but I’ve told him I get to call this one. (A woman who hates being pregnant and had the joy of PPD has to have some perks, right?) I’ve proposed that we get the tech to write it in an envelope that we can choose to open later if we wish. That strategy is mostly to avoid the very anti-climactic experience we had last time where we had said we wanted to know and then the tech just said, “And there you go – a boy.” (It’s entirely possible I’ve had too many fantasies about what this whole experience is supposed to be like, which probably explains several of my problems.)

So… do we find out? Did you? Or would you?

 

Note: Dear husband, I know how you feel so no need to attempt to sway the discussion. :)  xo

Helicopter Parents: The Online Version

A friend of ours used to be a total Facebook holdout. Wasn’t interested, considered it all hooey, didn’t want to get sucked in – he had all the usual reasons people choose not to join Facebook. And then one day a friend request from him showed up in my inbox.

A lot of people (my husband, for one) give in sooner or later (in some cases because they get tired of watching their wife’s Facebook feed over her shoulder and want to get in on the action themselves – or so I’ve heard). But this particular guy had a different reason – he has three kids, and he figured he is going to need to know what this stuff is about. Good logic, I thought.

I know a couple of people with kids below that magic age-13 mark who have Facebook accounts. At first this freaked me out. (And frankly, I’m not so sure I suddenly become okay once a kid turns 13, but this is coming from someone who thinks kids should be way older than 16 before they get a driver’s license (and here they get a learner’s at 14 – ack!) so take that as you will.) But then I saw how some of these people dealt with their kids’ accounts. They were restricted, of course, and I think you’d have to be up on all the Facebook privacy stuff in order to really be sure that you’ve done what you can to protect them. But there’s still so much they can be exposed to. And so much info Facebook (and third parties, through apps) can collect.

Does this freak anyone else out?

It’s going to be years before my kid is really a candidate for a social media account, and, at least in the early years, I think it’s relatively easy to be a helicopter parent when it comes to social media. But still — and maybe this is my anxiety monster talking — this whole thing is one aspect of parenting I dread.

I’ve had several conversations about this with family and friends and I think about this a lot – when I see my friend posting (he does seem to enjoy Facebook, despite his initial reluctance) or another talking about something awesome her daughter did and tagging her in the post.

Is that the secret – being friends with your child(ren) so you can see what they’re up to? Is this one of those put-the-computer-in-the-living-room-so-you-can-see-what’s-going-on sorts of things? Where’s the line between an appropriate amount of helicoptering and managing this for your kids to the point where they don’t truly understand the implications themselves?

online-activity-teen

This would be bad. (Source: iStock)

This came up again as part of the kIDSure Ambassador program I’m participating in (so yes, that’s what prompted this post) and of course their suggestions were around identity theft (and they’ve got some great child identity theft tips). This is another thing to worry about but of course something that’s very important to be aware of. Some of the questions coming out of that program were about having an online use contract with your kids – questions like:

What should be written into the contract?

How old should your kids be in order for it to be created?

How old should they be to go online alone?

Should the contract change over time according to various situations, or depending on your kids’ ages?

I’m not sure I know the answers to some of these questions. At least not yet. And I’m not sure that a formal contract is the way to go. Do we write something down and make our kids sign it? Or are there certain things that are just expectations – we expect them not to share certain information online with people they don’t know just as we would tell them not to give a stranger their address at the park. Isn’t it the same? Or am I oversimplifying this?

Would love to know your thoughts, especially if you have older kids. This is not something I want to screw up.

 

The part where I give you some resources on this topic:

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And a disclaimer: yep, I do receive compensation for being part of this program but the awareness is worth a lot to me too. 

Puzzling Imperfection

In the dark of his room, after much wiggling and whirring, he gets quiet. Then there’s a small voice in the darkness next to me.

“Do you know what Ryan said?”

“What?” I ask.

He is quiet for a while.

Then, “He said I was a dumb puzzle maker.”

This is not what I expected him to say.

I’m overwhelmed by so many emotions – surprise, anger, but mostly sadness. Why does this have to start so early?

He lamented shortly after starting at this new preschool last month that he didn’t have any friends. We had a good talk about that and he has overcome it and I think he feels he has some friends there now. Evidently Ryan isn’t one of them.

He has described this puzzle to me – it’s a new one, featuring crocodiles and snakes and a striped tortoise. He quite likes it.

“Why did he say that to you?” I ask, as my brain jumps ahead to an appropriately motherly response to this confession.

“Because I didn’t know where all the pieces went.”

He’s three. And he’s actually quite good at puzzles. (And here’s where I attempt to repress my inappropriately motherly comment about how apparently he’s not good enough by Ryan’s standards.)

We talk about it. Yes, it hurt his feelings. No, he didn’t say anything in response. He was nervous. It made him sad.

It makes me sad too.

heart-puzzle

Image credit: Alfonsina Blyde on Flickr

I offer suggestions about how he can deal with this type of situation. Remind him he’s good at lots of things and he can remember that even when someone else says something mean. Offer over-his-head suggestions about why people say things like that to others.

It all sounds hollow. Insufficient. A stretch.

What I really want to say is, “It breaks my heart to know that someone said something to you that made you sad. I want to protect you from that so you never have to feel that way again.”

But I can’t, so I don’t.

“Can we keep talking about this?” he asks. His voice is small.

Of course we can, I tell him.

Even though I don’t know what else to say.