Wednesday, February 8, 2017

An interactive perspective through Lens invitation.

I heard it said once that a person photographs that which they are afraid to lose.
What is the last picture you took?  What would an image of what you hold most dear, what you would be afraid to lose look like? If You can, I invite you take some moments today and go take a picture of what you love most, what lights your heart, brings a delicious smile to your mouth, peace to your heart, and motivates you to feel there is some wonder, some good, in the world you exist in.
I am sharing pictures of my Littles each respectively, at about two months of age, smiling in recognition at their adoring parent.

Is there a very recent image you particularly resonate with, the subject that which you love?  I invite you to share that image and if you wish a brief accompanying comment.
Lucian 2/8/2017

Torleif 4/3/2013


A Message for us all in a Dream.



Last night I dreamt:
An average, middle age, middle weight, white, brown bearded man walked into my classroom.  “You all think you’re so smart, you liberals; well think on this” he said just before detonating a bomb, where I was speaking to hundreds of students, both of my sons among them.  Body parts were strewn about the room, the windows painted grotesquely red, I could make out a detached finger smearing down through it among many other unidentified bits of flesh.  Somehow I was now outside of the locked down classroom, part of the task force containing the scene.  “We must find common ground and build bridges if we are to effect change, if we are to survive this war” a detached voice said. 

I awoke shaking, crying, and thinking.  To those who wish to participate, to lead, the revolution, if there is to be any hope of effecting positive change I believe it would be of great benefit to learn to hear, not ‘just’ blatant or subtle aggressions, but also others’ perspectives.  If positive, lasting peace, change, is to come common ground must be found and bridges built from those tender, tentative, shared footholds.  Active listening, caring, must take place, people are going to need to feel heard, those who you anticipate agree with you and those who will not. 

To that end, I invite each of you to reach out to someone, share tea, a conversation, and reach for a shared concern, listen to the other to hear them, to see the world, the specific situation, their story, through their lens, from their specific perspective.  Listen to see through their eyes, not to respond or convince.  See then if you can find some common care and build together on that.  I think it is reasonable to assume that most you encounter are reasonably intelligent, concerned individuals who want what’s best for themselves and those they love and care about.  Regardless, it does you no harm to assume that is so and to make efforts to work with everyone you encounter and every situation you encounter with that in mind, intentional in your efforts to connect.
Wishing you all Peace, Perspective, and Love.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Lucian's Birth Story



Lucian Rune Smith was born early Saturday morning, December 3, 2016, at 3:38AM to his expecting parents Heather R Smith, Zak L Smith, and older brother Torleif.  He weighed 8 lbs, 0 oz, and was 21” long, was latched on and nursing a little over a half hour after birth.  He had thick, dark, curly brown hair and dark blue eyes at birth.  Posterior facing, umbilical cord around his neck, his birth proved quite the experience.  This is his birth story.

Background
Let me start off by saying my husband and I are madly in-love with our firstborn and had no intention of having another child.  Our thoughts on this were the importance of negative population growth in response to the staggering overpopulation of the planet by humans and the devastating effects they have on the planet.  That said, our beloved firstborn made it pretty clear that he would prefer to have a sibling, the more we thought about it, the more we too wanted him to have a sibling.  Then we met the newborn of dear friends of ours, looked at each other, and just new, for us, we wanted another child to be part of our family.

Then, in November of 2015 I awoke in the early morning hours.  I sleepily looked over at my beloved almost three year old son sleeping so peacefully beside me, and then lovingly over at my husband.  Curled up beside my husband’s face, on the pillow, was a wee tiny baby shadow person, so peaceful and content.  A few days later all standing around our kitchen island, working on making breakfast together, there was the shadow person again, this time a little boy.  Later that night I told my husband I thought it was time to plan for and call into being our other child, they are ready and asking to be brought into being.  Our beloved son had been asking for a sibling and we had talked about it on a few separate occasions.  What research we did indicated that when your last child is between 3-5 years of age is the ideal time to have the next child, if you’re having another one.  The reasons have to do with recovery and health of the Mom as well as the developmental phase of the older child.  With our first child we planned his birth off astrological compatibility with both of us.  Going back to the charts, we timed this child similarly.  An Aquarius and a Sagittarius ought to be lifelong friends and get along well enough with both parents as well.  Tracking my own cycles along with optimal times to try to conceive a Sagittarius child, we conceived Lucian March 4th, 2016.

Pregnancy
My pregnancy with Lucian went much the way my pregnancy with Torleif did, with one difference being that Lucian was notably very active the entire pregnancy.  I gained about ten pounds in the first trimester, eating and needing to sleep midday.  I otherwise felt great as long as I kept up on my water intake.  In June I broke my leg, getting run into by a sheep of all things.  This resulted in my having an epidural assisted surgery to plate both my tibia and fibula and subsequently having to stay off my feet for a good portion of the second trimester in order to heal.  I’ve written elsewhere about this surgery experience.  Here, in short, having an epidural was a new experience for me and led me to greater insight as to what women might experience during childbirth having had an epidural.  I was unable to feel anything from my lower waist down and despite my extreme efforts to I was unable to move at all, not even a tiny toe twitch, no movement.  I was fortunate that I got to be awake and my surgery team was willing to share pictures and continue a conversation about what was happening throughout.  At one point my surgeon commented how unusual, and wonderful, a patient I was, that most people don’t want to know anything, see anything, or feel anything.  I thought that was a really sad, unfortunate, and seriously dis-empowering way to go about life.   My thoughts through this entire surgery experience were that this was about the worst way I could imagine to try to bring a child out.  Also how sad that so many women went through labor and birthing dis-empowered this way, unable to feel and actively participate in their child’s birth.  Furthermore my thoughts went to curiosity about our entire western civilization more oft’ than not entering the world this way, from a place of fear, fear of pain, and attempts to not know, see, or feel.  I wonder if Mom being covered up, on her back, a shot to numb, only to be whisked away, cleaned up, all evidence of our mammalian connection to The Life-force we all share, we all must pass through to exist, at least partially contributes to our current exterior looking, wounded selves reality.  So much of the way we each go through life I suspect has some to do with how we were brought into being, some to do with how we are raised after that, some to do with genetics, and some to do with our own choices and perceptions throughout.

Prior to the epidural, despite repeatedly being told I was free and able to, once the I.V. needle went into my hand I felt seriously inhibited from walking or moving in any way, despite having to go to the restroom, it took a lot of self-talk and encouragement from my husband and the nurse to go do so.  My pelvis got out of alignment during this time as well, for which I sought chiropractic as well as craniosacral treatment to try to help my body reach the most optimal physicality I could pre-birthing.

Prior to conceiving we talked with Torleif at length about what a new sibling might mean for the family, how it might change things.  Torleif was eager for the experience.  Throughout the entire pregnancy we included Torleif in discussions, he attended all of the midwife appointments, the one ultra-sound we had, and we spoke to Torleif about "Our Baby", the family's baby, including him in conversations about Baby, about the pregnancy.  We read about his sibling each week, about Lucian's development week by week.  We should Torleif pictures of his own birth and time following birth, talking about how he ate, slept, cried, needed his diaper changed, how helpless he was.  We were as inclusive of Torleif in the entire experience as we could think to be.  At times I grieved for what I knew would be the loss of the special connection Torleif and I shared.  I chose to continue nursing him throughout the pregnancy, even though at times my nipples were very sore and I considered ceasing the nursing.  I was loath to give this up any sooner than I had to though, those moments curled into each other while he nursed and I read to him or just held him, I wasn't ready to stop having those.  I think it is a very real and valid consideration how having a second child will effect your relationship with your first born.  In retrospect I am glad I went about it this way.  Now I am getting to experience tandem nursing with Torleif and Lucian, I wonder if this too is helping Torleif with transitioning to being a big brother, and me to including this other wee bity human into our family.  My relationship with Torleif has shifted, we still get special one-on-one binding cuddle time too though.  So thankful to get to have both, a close, caring relationship with both of my children complete with special on-on-one cuddle, nurse, and bonding time.

The third trimester I found to be a whirlwind of activity as I attempted to get through my pre-Baby birth To-Do list.  I was very active most of the day doing things like working on a new horse fence, trimming the horse herd’s hooves, deep cleaning the entire house, renovating a bathroom, cleaning out the cars, and generally getting our shared living space physically and emotionally cleaned and organized in preparation of baby’s arrival.  I am eternally thankful to my husband and father-in-law for their countless hours, unwavering support, and hard work, often putting their own projects on hold to help me get through what I felt needed to get done prior to Lucian's arrival.  I could not, sanely, or otherwise, have accomplished anywhere near as much without them.  Thankful too for all of their love, support, and intentional engagement with Torleif throughout the pregnancy, during labor, and once Lucian was born, I am sure this has helped and continues to help Torleif transition into his new role in the family as a big brother.

Laboring
My Mom flew in to attend Lucian’s birth November 18th.  I decided to have the same midwife who attended Torleif’s birth attend Lucian’s as well.  Again I opted for a home birth.  Having served as doula/midwife for so many creatures over the years, I know, for me, that the place I feel safest is at home.  There’s no MRSA, I feel safe and comfortable in my nest, my familiar surroundings, and also have the antibodies built for this environment, not for any other.  My Husband and my Mom were to be my birthing team, along with my Father-in-law there for Torleif.  Lucian was due November 25, 2016.  That date came and went.  I barefoot trim all of my horses, so on the 29th I trimmed all of the horses’ hooves again so they’d be very current for a while post-birth.  I felt great doing so with no ill effect.  I found myself consciously thinking, having given birth once before, that this time while I was very much looking forward to meeting my child, I was also specifically looking forward to actually giving birth, to the experience of birthing my child.  What an unusual and wonderful realization!

Earlier in the day on Thursday, December 1st, I had another midwife appointment.  Lucian’s heartbeat was strong, in the 130s and based on my belly measurement going down a centimeter, had moved down getting into birthing position.  My cervix had shortened about half way and I was dilated about 2cm.  My Mom made pumpkin pies later that day, which were a terrific early laboring food. Near 10:30PM I started having some intense contractions that lasted about a minute and were spaced every 3-5 minutes, these lasted about an hour.  About the time I was going to call the midwife these contractions eased up, going to 10 – 15 minutes apart and only lasting about 20-30 seconds.  These would continue like this for hours, before another intense hour of much stronger and closer spaced contractions.  As I lay down to try and sleep I found myself talking to Lucian, saying how much we loved him, hoped his birth into this space was as graceful and un-traumatic as possible.  Also that we were very much looking forward to meeting him soon. My father-in-law came over on Friday and basically stayed through Sunday evening, spending time with Torleif, making sure he was cared for, had some idea as to what might be going on, and had someone to play with while I was laboring.  This left Zak and my Mom free to care for me when I needed them to, as well as giving me peace of mind that my beloved son could be present or not for the birth of his little brother, but that he would be ok and have someone specifically there with him should things become too intense.

I was so sure by the morning of the 2nd that “today’s got to be the day!”  About 1 in the morning I felt a distinct lightening in my abdomen, intense contractions continued on and off throughout the night.  Lucian had hiccoughs periodically and continued his customary fairly high activity level.  I had a great breakfast, then took my Border Collie outside and worked with our sheep.  On my way back inside I visited with the mare band (we have 8 American Curly Horse mares and two stallions).  They came over to say hello, sniffing my belly and just standing quietly with me.  Then three of them, Eir, Sonora, and Ravyn, took off galloping, leaping into the air, and all around giving me a tremendously powerful performance.  All the while Lyra, Rogue, and intermittently Xandra and Rora came and stood between me and the dancing youngsters.  We then all had a quiet cuddle/grooming moment before I headed back inside.  I worked on a few final pre-Baby things, ate a nutrient and energy dense lunch, and then headed back out in the blustery afternoon to take a walk down our half mile long dirt driveway.  I did a little fence repair on my way and sang a song.  It went something like:

            Lucian, Lucian
            Little light centaur
            Time to work out your position
            We’re ready to meet you.
            Lucian, Lucian
            Little light centaur
            It’s safe to come out now
            We’re eager to meet you.

changing subtly between verses.  When I got back I took a warm shower after which I had a great connecting conversation with my husband.  We took some final pregnancy photos and then had some dinner.  About 8:30PM my husband and I went back to our room to see if some sexing would get things going better, it was epic!  My cervix was very close and Lucian’s head was close and felt big.  Contractions started up again about 9, one of them led me to feel the urge to push some, and at that time I called the midwife to let her know what all had been happening.  I laid down to rest after that, my husband massaged my belly and still healing broken leg.  A bit after that my husband filled the birthing pool.  Torleif joined me in the pool to play a bit and swim.  At one point an intense contraction gripped me and Torleif put his hands on my lower back and began massaging me.  When the contraction had subsided Torleif said “that was an intense one for you Momma, huh?”  After that he opted to go play with his Grandpa until he fell asleep a bit past midnight.  Through much of this I made sure to drink lots of water, coconut water, and smoothie so I would be able to stay strong and well through birthing.

Birth
About 10:30PM the midwife arrived with her assistant and all of their many cases of things for birth assistance.  I continued to labor in the pool, which I highly recommend.  The water seemed to equalize some of the pressure as well as take some of the weight off my broken leg.  At one point I got out of the pool and did lunge/squats up and down the stairs.  I then laid down to rest, also trying a side lying position to help Lucian if he was trying to turn a little more.  I lay on my left side, right leg up on three pillows, and belly slightly rotated down to add some pressure to turn.  My husband lay behind me, resting alongside me, massaging my lower back or just adding pressure as I needed.  At one point he jolted awake and later shared that his heart beat had started accelerating and he felt awash with anxiety, just before my breathing changed as another contraction came on.  He was so empathetic, in-tune, and supportive.  Frequently adding words of encouragement and reminders on opening up with breath deep into my pelvis.  At one point I said to Lucian “it’s time to come out now, you’re wearing your Momma out”.  Shortly after that, about 3AM my breathing shifted at which point the midwife and her assistant sprang into action.  They said if I wanted to get into another position or into the pool, now would be a good time.  I opted to stay in the bed, kneeling, but very upright with my upper body.  It still took me a moment to realize this was it, it was get baby out time.  I could feel bone on bone.  My Mom kept putting cool wash clothes on me, which felt wonderful, on my forehead, along my back, and on my shoulders.  Everyone present kept telling me how strong I was, how powerful my breathing was, and what an incredible job I was doing.  The sound emanating from my body as I opened up to bring my baby out sounded like a deep chant combined with a drawn out agonized yell or scream.  With each contraction starting high and rolling, like a great building wave, down through my pelvis I made a series of these sounds.  I imagined I was filling my pelvis with this sound, helping it to open and allow my child out.  At another point as a contraction rolled through me, coming to an end I was able to call up another sound emittance to “ride the wave” and give one more surging push with that contraction before it was gone.  That felt incredibly powerful.  This part of labor was incredibly intense, contractions were coming about every two minutes.  Zak offered some pressure against my perineum just before the midwife said I could reach back to feel Lucian’s head crowning.  The next wave of contractions the midwife was saying “whoa, slow down, you need to ease up” as Lucian’s head came out followed immediately by the rest of his body, so slippery, rapidly falling into my hands, before I awkwardly brought him up to my chest, shifting, turning, and laying down before cuddling him to my chest and exclaiming “oh, Baby, my Baby, you’re finally out”.  He’d had the cord around his neck and possibly as a result came out fully posterior facing or “sunny side up”, it was such a surprise to catch him looking up at me, not what I was expecting.  Lucian was born at 3:38AM on December 3, 2016.  He cried out immediately upon being born and has pretty much been quiet and content ever since.  He was latched on nursing well a little over a half hour after birth.  He weighed 8lbs, 0 oz (same as Torleif when he was born) and was 21” long.  Thick, dark, curly hair covered his head and very dark blue eyes peered out from his considerate face.  Torleif joined his brother to nurse a few hours later, when he finally awoke.  I had one tiny tear throughout.  Active labor was about 6 hours.  The midwife exclaimed how powerful I was and how there’d been no indication throughout that Lucian was posterior facing.  She went on to say that most Mommas take a lot longer and it’s a lot more painful, typically, with a posterior facing baby, incredible the power of no fear and being able to relax and open up. 

Postpartum
While Baby Blues is a very real thing most (all?) mothers experience  postpartum (especially the third to fifth days following as hormones are fluctuating so much) I only had one emotionally upset moment the third night, quickly quelled.  Otherwise lots of happy basking, gazing at this wondrous new being we made and brought into being.  From the very first night Lucian slept a good five hours, awoke for a diaper change (although we used small swaddle blankets, no diapers until his regular poo and more frequent pee came in the third day) and to nurse, before going back to sleep for another couple of hours.  I am sure feeling well rested and supported from the very beginning helped my spirits to stay strong.  I had Mother Love nipple cream on hand, highly recommend it.  I suspect since I was still nursing Torleif, my nipples were still well conditioned to being nursed, so I didn't need it at all.  I also had a couple of different bum balms on hand, didn't need any of them either.  I did read about and opt for encapsulating my placenta.  Kept it clean and cold the first night.  Then chopped it into a lot of tiny pieces and dried it on a cookie sheet in the oven, on the dehydrate setting, temp 115F for about 24 hours.  Once it was dry (broke apart easily and was fully dry inside the thickest pieces)I ground it into course powder, and finally put it all into capsules.  Certainly gives a bit more energy.  Reading about consuming the placenta, there's a lot of information about it helping to bring in your milk, get your uterus back into shape, even emotions and hormones, as well as boosting energy.  I also opted to do sitz baths this time around.  I'm taking them in my bathtub, very relaxing.  Sitz baths help to aid in cleaning and recovering your perineum along with all other tissue damaged during delivery.  I have found them to be relaxing and every little sore spot from birthing feels better with them.  Highly recommend them.

The midwife returned two days later, Lucian is super healthy, looking great!  The midwife wanted to know where my belly had gone, looking pretty near pre-pregnancy form.  No stretch marks, fundis quickly returning to where it should be.  I felt fantastic, like Superwoman, expansive, immensely powerful, and just radiant in all the power coursing through me.  My milk came in around 48 hours after birth and I found I was producing more milk than Lucian and Torleif combined could possibly drink.  That answered for me what became of a wet nurse’s babe, plenty enough for multiple mouths, as long as Momma is getting plenty of good, rich, fatty foods, which I was.  Planning to freeze and possibly donate milk for future use and for other babies who need more.

My own Mom stayed ‘till the 12th and was such a tremendous boon to our little family.  She worked on cooking and baking projects, laundry the first few days, helped with stock chores, was emotionally uplifting and supportive, and played a lot with Torleif, which was fantastic for him.  She greatly helped our entire family with early transitioning to our new life with baby.

My sincere hope is for other Mommas to feel confident, supported, well-tended, and empowered to bring their babies into the world confidently.  I would love to see child bearing approached from a place of courage, bravery, fully empowered women confidently bringing their babies into this World, fully embraced and supported by their partners, their women folk, and their midwives.  I believe this would lead to more loving, supportive of other life, confident, and self-accepting future generations.