Minggu, 31 Mei 2009

8 x 8 = All about me

The rules of 8:


1. Mention person who tagged me: Dragonfly Mama

2. Complete list of 8s

3. Tag 8 people


8 THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO

*Next weekend chillaxing with Mr. T, away from phones and computers in the desert

*A hot bath (unfortunately alone as Mr.T is not allowed these anymore)

*Spain in August

*A cold banana cinnamon smoothie

*A new Victorias Secret order

*My next acupuncture appointment

*Having a lie-in tomorrow

*A day out at the Beldi Country Club – check how beautiful it is:


8 THINGS I DID YESTERDAY

*Made fresh orange juice

*Helped a friend go shopping in the souk

*Went to some friends’ beautiful farm for lunch – homemade olive oil, bread and ice-cream, and veggies from the garden, what more could you want?

*Stroked the two camels (Humphrey and Bogart) on the farm

*Came home with bags of basil and lemon basil from their farm

*Made hummus (hmm.. I should probably make pesto since I have all that basil)

*Crashed on the bed at 6pm alongside hubbie

*Woke up at 9pm, oops

It was a great Saturday.


8 THINGS I WISH I COULD DO

*Get pregnant

*Get pregnant

*Get pregnant

*Get pregnant

*Get pregnant

*Get pregnant

*Get pregnant

*Oh did I mention that I want to get pregnant?


8 SHOWS I WATCH

*Lost – Im a Lostie!

*Desperate Housewives

*Ugly Betty

*No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency

*Friends

*Have I Got News for You

*QI

*Any BBC wildlife documentary

 

8 FAVORITE FRUITS

*Strawberries

*Bananas

*Raspberries

*Passion fruit

*Mango

*Papaya

*Cherries

 

8 PLACES I'D LIKE TO TRAVEL

*The South Pacific

*Tanzania

*Kenya

*Cuba

*South Africa

*Brazil

*Columbia

*Venezuela

*Oh crap I finished the eight…. (would have liked to add Argentina, The Caribbean and New Zealand)

 

8 PLACES I'VE LIVED

*Kent, England

*Sai Kung, Hong Kong

*Lantau Island, Hong Kong

*Clear Water Bay, Hong Kong

*Beijing, China

*London, England

*Amsterdam, The Netherlands

*Marrakech, Morocco

 

 8 FOLKS IM TAGGING

Misty

One Hit Wonder

A Few Good Sperm

Stefanie

Cathy

Bunny

Triumph

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Which means you have to do this too, on pain of death. Well, not really :)

Jumat, 29 Mei 2009

A Confession

We were meant to be having a month off from TTC. But. Well. It wasn't intentional *Shifting feet, eyes looking at the ceiling* It just kinda happened. 


We weren't doing a baby dance. No. This was just about us. It just happened to fall at the same time as I was ovulating. And it happened a little more than once. We're not meant to get pregnant this month, we have to wait for my body to clear all the lead. So should we have been careful? I cannot help but guffaw loudly at such a suggestion. Yeah. Right. Be. Careful. As. Bloody. If.


It's not like it's taken us over a year of dedicated trying without once getting near to seeing those two pink lines. It's not like my husband has been told he won't get me pregnant (though his little guys do seem to be improving). It's not like we've been hoping, dreaming, wanting, crying for this baby. Except that, it's exactly how it is. So being cautious would be unnecessary right? Right. Obviously. For sure. Absolutely.


Except. I can't help thinking that. Maybe. Maybe it will follow Murphy's law: wanting to get pregnant, don't get pregnant. Not wanting to get pregnant... well let's see.  Let's see whether my unwelcome visitor decides to turn up. Or not? Though I'm going to take a leaf out of many of my fellow bloggers' books and repeat the mantra: Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. And just in case you were wondering - becoming pregnant would not be the worst. Even with my not fully-lead free body, it would still be the best. I hope that doesn't sound selfish or stupid - sometimes infertility clouds your mind and all you want is that BIG FAT POSITIVE.


That is my confession. God forgive me.

Rabu, 27 Mei 2009

A Promise

So it's the last day of ICLW and I really don't want it to end. I love commenting and I love finding new blogs. So I've decided something. I've decided to make you a promise.


I will continue to leave at least six comments per day on various blogs and I will return each comment that is left on my own blog. Every day, for the entire month and up to the next round of ICLW commenting. ICLW has been such a great week - we've all seen our visitor numbers go up, our comments increase and found new blogs that inspire, comfort and entertain us. Maybe I find it hard to let go, but I don't want it to end!


So to all of you in the blogosphere I make this solemn vow. Through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, I make you this promise. I will comment. I will return each comment. I will spread blog love! 


And you? Will you say 'I do' too? :)

P.S Just wanted to share: I saw former-president Jimmy Carter yesterday!

Selasa, 26 Mei 2009

A HypnoBirthing story-from an OB & his wife

Angie & Nick-Dr. Capetanakis (otherwise known as Dr. Cap, Dr. Biter's partner) took my HypnoBirthing classes in April 2009. They finished the HypnoBirthing classes with less than 1 week until their due date of May 25th. Dr. Cap had heard about HypnoBirthing from Dr. Biter & their patients & had gotten recommendations to my classes from them. He was present for many of my HypnoBirthing clients' births & was impressed with how calm many of them were. Here is their birth story:

Yianna Nikole's birth story:

Amazing is really the only word that comes to mind. Her delivery was everything I could have hoped for and then some.

On Tuesday night around 9 pm I started feeling some cramping, but these didn't feel like the Braxton Hicks/practice labor - they were a little lower and I could feel them in my back as well. A bubble bath sounded nice, so I got in the tub and just hung out there with Nick for about an hour and a half. We were just talking and spending time together like it was any other day, but I would tell Nick when I was feeling some tightening and pressure so that we could keep track of when they were coming. The bath was great because it just helped me relax and I was excited knowing that this was what my body was supposed to be doing to get ready for this little girl. Because the contractions really were not that bad at all, I thought it was just practice labor (but I was excited nevertheless).

I finally got out of the tub and they were still coming every 5 minutes or so ... they still weren't painful, but I didn't think that I could sleep through them. Nick checked me and I was dilated to about 3 cm. He felt that the baby's head was starting to turn a little (being married to an OB definitely has its upside!). So, rather than lying on my side I got into the child's pose position - I think also called polar bear- but that wasn't very comfortable for me so I went and got our big blue exercise ball. We finally watched the season finale of Grey's Anatomy and I just hung out on the exercise ball and bounced and rocked around. It was awesome.

Because the contractions were still not "painful" I really didn't believe I was in true labor. Nick checked me again after Grey's and I was about 4 cm. So, then we watched the season finale of American Idol. Now, I know this isn't quite the Rainbow Relaxation CD, but it was distracting and fun to not necessarily be focusing on what was going on. Every now and then I would just get crazy goosebumps and the hair on my arms would completely stand up with the contractions. But it honestly still was not painful. (I'm not one to sugar coat things and I'd absolutely have no problem saying that it was if that was the case). Nick noticed that I was sweating a little with the contractions and that they were coming closer to every four minutes.

We finished watching American Idol around 2 am and Nick checked me again and I was 6 cm. He said that we had better go to the hospital, but I just thought he was being overprotective and still didn't believe that this baby was coming that night! The car ride was about 25 min and I was not uncomfortable at all - although the seat heaters definitely felt great on my back!

We got to the hospital around 2:30 am and parked. We checked in and signed the final few forms. I remember thinking that if I was really in labor and had to stand there for 10 minutes filling out forms that I'd be really angry - especially since we had filled out the packet and done everything ahead of time that we could have. I went back into a room around 2:45 am and felt like I had to pee. I sat on the toilet but couldn't get a drop out; however, when the contractions came my body shook and pushed a little. It was kind of a strange feeling.

Anyway, they hooked up the monitors to see baby's heart rate and see the contractions. We were in that room for about 10 min until they had one of the delivery rooms ready. I got up and walked into the delivery room and again felt like I had to pee. I tried again, and same thing. But this time when I got up my water broke and I felt a little nauseous. I did throw up a little. Apparently Nick knew this meant I was close. I still didn't think so and thought it might be hours until she came or even that I may have been in practice labor (I really like that term). :-)

As I was walking to the bed, someone asked me if I was going to do this naturally. I said that I wasn't so sure about that and just wanted to see how it goes. If this was just the beginning of labor and things were going to get a lot worse, I wanted the option. So, I got into the bed and they strapped on the monitors. We put on our favorite CD of Greek dance music and were just singing and dancing. It was great. By this time it's probably about 3:30 am.

The nurse asked me what my pain level was when the contractions were coming and I told her they were about a four. Nick saw baby's heart rate dip and knew I was close. (Again, I'm completely oblivious). He kept asking the nurse to check me (he did such a good job of playing dad and not doctor). After a minute or two, she checked me and was pretty surprised to find that I was complete plus 1. Haha, no one was more surprised than me. Nick said, almost laughing, that it looks like you're going all natural. We both just started laughing.

They dimmed the lights and we were still singing and smiling. Dr. Biter came in and was so excited. They said, "Let's have a baby." It still felt like a dream and I couldn't believe that she was really coming. I pushed three or four times and out she came! I could feel some stretching, but I remember being happy thinking, this is what it's supposed to feel like - she's coming. We were talking between pushing and Nick said my heart rate never went over 100. We went nice and slowly so that I wouldn't tear and it was so incredible to feel her moving through me. Then all of a sudden I saw this little head. She was born at 3:47 am. She was born on May 20, 2009. She weighed 6 pounds 11 ounces and was 18 inches long. Dr. Biter was so amazing the entire time!

She was so alert and happy. She just had her eyes wide open and was checking out her new world. They put her right on my chest and it was such an unbelievable feeling.

I was never set on going naturally and have always believed (and still do) that there's nothing wrong with an epidural if you need one. But it was such an amazing experience and I was up and walking around after. I felt great... honestly great, and was so happy that I didn't get an epidural. I wasn't confined to a bed, I didn't have a catheter and I was just so present for the whole delivery.

It truly was a pain free delivery ... I didn't realize how other physicians dealt with birth until Nick and I talked about it more. It makes me sad to think that the experience I had was not the norm. There were no harsh lights, no surgical gowns, I wasn't strapped down to a table, and I got to hold my little girl as soon as she made her way into this world. They bathed her and did everything in the room with us - the nurse practically had to kick me out of bed to even take a shower because I just didn't want to put her down or not be able to see her for 5 minutes. (and the shower was in our room too!).

It was such a blessing. I still am amazed that we have a daughter. Thank you for all of your help. The bath and birthing ball were great tools to have ... as well as the positive reinforcement from the HypnoBirthing classes that this is what my body was supposed to be doing and to just relax and work with it.

If posting this story can help more moms have the same experience, I'm all for it. It was truly amazing and something that I'll never forget. It makes me smile to just think about it!

All our best--Angie & Nick

I am absolutely thrilled for them & know that Dr. Cap's patients will benefit from their personal experience of having a calm, peaceful, relaxed, joyful birth!

Congratulations! Enjoy your babymoon & thank you for sharing your birth story!

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Minggu, 24 Mei 2009

Acupuncture Electric

On Friday evening I had my first ever acupuncture. I lived in China for 20 years but I never experienced acupuncture. I've had countless reflexology treatments and Chinese massages but never did I go for the needle treatment, or 针灸 (zhen jiu) as it is called in Chinese. I am totally into Chinese medicine and I have a deep respect and fascination for its underlying principles.


But, I don't like needles. Really don't like them. When I was seven I ran around the hospital yelling "you're not going to get me!" when my parents took me to get my hepatitis shots. They eventually did get me and to this day I haven't had hepatitis so I suppose I should be grateful.

But back to Friday evening. I was running around like a mo fo and stuck in a one-way system trying to find a parking place, which meant I had to keep going around and around just to get back to where I needed to be. Frustrating. So I arrived in the acupuncture clinic a little tense and a little flustered, which added to my building nerves about the impending confrontation of my needle phobia. 


This I don't think I could handle.


This is doable since I don't have to see the needles.

The acupuncturist was a young French guy in his mid-thirties. He already knew me as I had sent both my hubbie and my mum there for treatments before. Yes, I thought it would be safer if they tried it out first. Mr T. has already had a great response to acupuncture, many of his former slow-mutantesque sperm have transformed into near-Olympic ready competitors, we just need more of them now. My mother is an old-hand at acupuncture and I knew her opinion would be authoritative. She declared him to be excellent and was very impressed with her treatments. Given I have been working hard on detoxing and balancing my overly-leaded self and my slight oestrogen dominance (backstory here) I knew I shouldn't miss out on this chance to get a real boost on the path to (God please!) a successful TTC.

So I explained my story. The acupuncturist nodded and typed it all into his computer. He took my BP, textbook - it always has been and for that I am super grateful. Then he took my pulses. In Chinese medicine we have 12 separate pulses, 6 on each wrist, incredible right? But something more incredible was about to happen.


As I lay on the bed with the strong scent of incense wafting around me, he wiped my skin with the alcohol swab and then at the speed of Flash Gordon pushed a needle into a point on my leg. There was a slight pinch but then a weird buzzing feeling. He went for the next one just above my ankle. As it went in, I swear to God in heaven, I got two electric shocks in the heel of my foot. Holy Shit! I cried out. I explained what I felt and he replied 'That's acupuncture!" Wow. Seriously, this is amazing stuff. A needle no thicker than a strand of hair, placed in my leg and I feel electric pulses in my foot! Crazy! 


My needle phobia completely disappeared as I marveled at the reactions I was feeling in my body to this treatment. It felt like different parts of my body were buzzing, I could feel energy moving from place to place. My acupuncturist also performed moxibustion on me. Moxi-who-what? This is where they place a cone of mugwort (a herb) on one end of the acupuncture needle and set it alight. It's meant to stimulate circulation and the smoother flow of blood and qi. Apparently this herb also stimulates the flow of blood to the pelvic area and the uterus. Here's hoping! 


As I lay there with about 11 needles in me I relaxed and relaxed. When I left the clinic I felt high. Seriously. I was so chilllllled. Hmm, I hadn't felt that way since I overate a batch of magic brownies about 10 years ago. Oops. Not recommended. Bad for the calorie intake too.

The next day I slept until 1pm! Thank God it was a Saturday! So from all these effects it's been having on me I'm hoping it's really going to sort my body out and I will shortly be a toxic-free lady. In fact, I can't wait until my next appointment in a week. I am definitely an acupuncture convert and am a bit annoyed at myself for not having gone sooner. In doing my research on acupuncture for this post, I found that animals benefit from acupuncture too! Many vets use acupuncture to treat various pet ailments.


This puppy obviously doesn't have a needle phobia. Maybe now I don't have one either :)

Jumat, 22 Mei 2009

The Art of IF Blogging



I've been a blogger for two months now. Two whole months have just flown by in my first foray into the blogosphere. Two months in which I have met a whole new community of friends and fellow IFers and found an amazing network of moral support. 

For example, today I heard two more pregnancy announcements and received the news of five births in this week alone (there must have been something in the water back in August, and whatever it was, I want some of it!) So I got a little teary and had a little cry, really just a little one, and then I immediately turned to my network of support. You. Yes, you. Everyone who reads this, or who comments on it, or who writes about their own journey, tells me I am not alone and that there are people wishing the best for us and willing us on through this dark tunnel, to the light that I have been told, is at the end.


B.L.O.G.G.I.N.G. There really is an art to it. Especially, in my view, if you are an IF blogger. Why? Because


It really f***ing does.

I think the key to it is honesty. I never thought IF was something I'd feel comfortable discussing, let alone my husband's sperm count and our sex life. But when IF happens to you, that is the last thing on your mind. Right now I'd happily discuss my cervical mucus, sore boobs and the shape and speed of hubbie's swimmers with anyone. Especially those who ask 'So when are you two going to hurry up and have a baby?' Yes, that is a warning - the next insensitive twit who blurts this out might get more, much more, than they bargained for :)

But IF blogging does take courage too. To admit that there's a problem, to find the resolve to deal with it and then to create a blog to fearlessly tell the world about every false hope, every indignity at the doctor's office and every shred of bad news that sends you sobbing to bed for days. That takes balls (or should I say ovaries)! But in truth, it's my fellow bloggers out there that give me courage. I read so many heartfelt, articulate and honest blogs that I knew if you were doing it, I could afford to take that chance and be completely open too.


The art of IF blogging involves many things but a sense of humour definitely goes a long, long way. In fact it is indispensable. How else can we deal with bare bottoms, legs in the air, turkey basters, the stainless steel duck-bill & stirrups, plastic cups, absurd porn magazines, smarmy doctors, rude nurses and a hefty yeah-your-kids-better-be-geniuses-'cos-we're-taking-their-college-fund bill at the end of all that?  There is no way out of the infertility insanity but to laugh. And to cry. I find they both help.


So fellow bloggers, when you write do you write for yourself without a care who might read your musings? Or are you aware of your readers, be they friends and family, fellow IFers, or anyone who happens to pop by? I wonder, apart from honesty, courage and a sense of humour what do you think the art of IF blogging requires? 

P.S. Lots of love and a big thank you to the IF blogosphere for being there for me when I needed you.


Rabu, 20 Mei 2009

The Great Sperm Race

I've been wanting to post about this incredible documentary for some time. The amazing story of how we came to be - The Great Sperm Race. Something Mr. T's little fellas have been competing in for over a year - though they have been running in the slow lane, with some serious handicaps and they have yet to make it to the final.


We watched this program when we were back in the UK on Channel 4, if you can get it, download it, copy it, whatever, just watch it, it is mind-blowing. When we first saw the promo ads on tv we knew that this was a must-see program for us. In fact considering we were back in the UK for fertility investigations and to check up on Mr. T's slow swimmers, it seemed like it had been made especially for us.

The documentary scaled up the size of a sperm to the size of an adult human-being, got hundreds of extras, put them in white spandex suits and had multiple shots of them running through miles of valleys, scaling mountains, avoiding huge crevasses and squeezing through tiny openings. It was on the scale of an epic adventure, very Lord of the Rings-esque. There were even orc-like creatures that attacked and killed the white spandex wearing extras. These terrifying ugly-mask wearing creatures were, apparently, representing the female immune system. Mr. T glanced over, "With all that they've gone through, your body just turns around and annihilates them. My lazy guys don't stand a chance."


To demonstrate the sheer amount of sperm in a man's testicles they showed how big a testicle would be if sperm were human-sized. I'm sure a man was the executive producer of this program. Only a man would choose a major skyscraper in London and then super-size it to represent a man's testicle. Yeah, Im sure the guys loved that. And I really didn't understand the point of it exactly - it was obviously done for pure male ego boosting.


So here you are guys. Imagine.


And this is what it would look like inside. All those spermies ready to launch.

Despite the program being fascinating and super-informative, there was a major downside to watching this documentary. The sight of the all those dead sperm (well extras in white spandex), the vast scale and tremendous obstacles sperm face in just getting to the cervix not to mention through the uterus, and the sheer impossibility of the task (very Frodo and the ring) made us both feel depressed at the insurmountable task that lay ahead of us. Mr. T looked at me, "Yeah I don't think my sperms are gonna make it. It's like Mordor in there!" Thanks babe. You just compared my uterus to the land of dark and evil wherein lies hundreds of bloodthirsty mutants.

After watching it I came away thinking how the hell do any of us get conceived? And who designed it this way? It's just so impractical! Sorry Big G, don't mean to criticize but did you really have to make it this hard??

I so did not learn all of this in Sex Ed. Sperm meets egg, that's what we were taught. So use those condoms and take those pills. Not how impossibly difficult it is for even one sperm to make it - it is an epic journey where the sperm face death around every corner and it really is a miracle that anyone ever conceives naturally.  (By the way I am not advocating unprotected sex for teenagers.)


If you so desire, you can experience exactly what the little dudes have to go through yourself, you can play the great sperm race game! And no, I don't mean at home between the sheets :) Check out this site (connected with the documentary) where you get to be a sperm and swim up the vagina being careful not to get stuck and die on the walls and then make it to the cervix, then through the uterus maze and down the correct fallopian tube - all with the aim of reaching the holy grail, the egg. 


I have been doing it all last night and managed to make it through the vagina after about 50 attempts. I am stuck on cervix level. I am a very bad sperm, a low-achiever, who likes to swim around in circles. Mr. T has been laughing at my multiple attempts "You see it's not so easy, my little guys are trying their best!" It is one of those games that is both fun, irritating and addictive, I urge you to just try it - would love to know if any of you make it to the egg!

Selasa, 19 Mei 2009

Julie & Robbie's birth experience

Here is the birth story of one of my HypnoBirthing class members. Their birth didn't happen exactly as she wanted...she wanted an orgasmic birth, but she was able to use her HypnoBirthing techniques along with the support of her doula to have the outcome she wanted, which was a natural birth.

Johnny's birth:
Owning a personal chef service/catering company (www.Dining-Details.com), I didn't get much downtime leading up to my due date. December is our busiest month of the year, and December 2008 was no exception. Johnny was due on the 26th, and I hoped he wouldn't come until after Christmas, just so we could get through the busy season. I had told myself I wouldn't work after Thanksgiving, but although I took it easier and easier, more due to my physical limitations than anything, I still worked several parties a week, cooking, serving, coordinating, and on and on. I was on my feet non-stop!

One particular client had booked her party on the 11th, and was intent on me being there with my staff- I ASSURED her I would be there... after all, I was not due for 2 more weeks, had not had any contractions, and was still tiny- I looked 6 months pregnant at full term; everyone swore I had weeks yet to go. The day of the party I started feeling like something was different... I continued diligently running errands, shopping, preparing as usual for the big 115 person gala in an RSF Estate. However, I hired on an extra server last minute, explaining to her if I had to serve I might go into labor. All night, I kept needing to sit down. I delegated more than ever, asking my servers to pick things up for me, bring me things from across the kitchen... not my style at all. I chowed down on 2 plates in a row of Macaroni and Cheese... also not my style, but perhaps my body knew I better Carb-load for the marathon that awaited me! The staff was laughing, joking that that was the night. My husband Robbie kept talking to my belly, saying, "John, I cant wait to see you. But PLEASE PLEASE don't come quite yet!! I am so tired, I need a good night sleep after this 16 hour day! Just wait a bit longer!"
Robbie and I got home about 10:30- he went out to unpack the van with our other chef, I headed straight upstairs to change into some sweats. As I took off my jeans next to my dresser, and WHOOOSH!!!! My water came gushing out into a huge puddle on the floor. All systems firing, I grabbed my robe and ran down the stairs, dripping water the whole way. "Robbie!!!" I yelled out the front door... no answer. "ROBBIE!!!" No answer. Still dribbling water down the walkway, I rounded the corner and yelled "Robbie!!! My water broke!" Freshly popped beer in hand, his eyes got as wide as saucers. He actually said "Are you sure!?" Duh.
Well, we went into action! We had 3 more parties scheduled that weekend, so I got to emailing the staff, coordinating schedules and delegating duties. After that, I got my bag packed, as I had barely gotten my things together, thrown haphazardly into the bassinet for storage. I really didn't think this would come so soon!
We tried to relax. Right. We tried to sleep. Not happening. I listened to my ipod HypnoBirthing cd over and over and over. The hours flew by- suddenly it was 2 in the morning, 3 in the morning. We were monitoring contractions on Robbies iphone- of course.... "there's an AP for THAT!" Well, sure enough they were evenly spaced out in the time that we had been instructed to count to. We contacted the doula, Connie Merritt, and decided to head to the hospital- which is just 2 exits away.
It cracks me up now to think about it... I really thought I was in true labor when we went to the hospital! The nurses treated me very casually and said I would probably be sent home. I tried telling them that I was actually just very calm because of the hypnosis. As I look back, the "labor pains" were nothing more than mediocre period cramps. How could I have thought THAT was labor?! We stayed 2 hours, got monitored, walked around, slept a little. They sent me home. I texted my acupuncurist on the way home.
We got home and slept an hour. I woke up to my acupuncurist ringing the doorbell at 7 am, ready to get the labor pains on! She gave me a treatment, and sure enough, they got stronger. It was about 9 or 10 when Connie came over (we had called her about 3 times in the night- she was so patient with us, she was an angel!)
For several hours we went through first stages of labor- we walked outside, we hung out in the nursery, in my room, on the ball- its all a bit hazy now. I think we headed to the hospital around noon- I could be wrong. I was admitted right away.
In a nutshell, I listened to my ipod from the time my water broke to the time my babe was born. I labored another 7-8 hours in the hospital, listening all the time. I spent a lot of time on my knees, and a lot of time on the ball in the shower. I just remember it hurting a lot more than I could have imagined... and although I remained calm with the hypnosis, I definitely was not experiencing a pain-free labor. I think the biggest thing going against us was the exhaustion. Having worked a full 16 hour day the day before, and barely slept more than an hour or two, and going into a 20 hour labor... we were beyond exhausted. By late afternoon, my coping ability was dwindling.
I have to say, the only thing that got me through that long of a labor without drugs was the belief that I was "almost there." I had written a very clear birth plan, which I must say was followed to the T by the Scripps Encinitas staff, and so I was monitored once in a while, but the monitors did not stay on me long throughout labor. I was never given a vaginal exam, so I had no idea how much I was dilated. That was my saving grace. I just kept thinking... I MUST be close to 10! Finally at 5 pm I was talking about epidurals. I remember sitting in the shower, moaning, crying, trying to remind myself that I was more scared of epidural than no epidural. The pain was all in my back- it was unbearable. I just kept thinking that the epidural would be worse for my back and that the pain of labor would soon be over. My husband, also exhausted, supported me the whole time, reminding me constantly of my commitment to do it naturally.
Finally we agreed that the nurse should call Dr. Biter. I was ready for my exam- if I wasn't close, I was going to buckle. After the exam, I threw up all over the bed. I mean all OVER! Dr. Biter said that was great- I was at 7, and would progress very quickly after that. I went from 7-10 in an hour... a very very painful hour. (Sorry, Carol, I know that word wasn't supposed to be in my vocabulary!) Dr. Biter also told me that if he thought drugs would be better for me, he would let me go that route... but he felt that I had gotten this far-I could do it! He was super supportive of me continuing with what I had set out to do.
Another hour of pushing. Hard, crying, screaming, purple pushing. Pushing on my knees. Pushing on my side with one leg up and one leg pushing against the doctor. Pushing on the squat bar. Pushing back on my knees again. Me crying "he's not coming out!" and then whispering "Please! Johnny!! Please come out to me!" Dr. Biter reminded me... they always eventually come out.
Apparently my birth was hard. Connie and Dr. Biter both admitted later that it was indeed a dramatic labor. I wasn't built with birthing hips... my tiny little pelvis made for a bit of an obstacle course for little Johny to maneuver through. He kept getting stuck. My labor pain was almost entirely in my back. I kept trying to breathe through the "sensation" but instead ended up yelling "my back my back my back!" It was some seriously intense pressure, that sensation!!!He did finally come out as I was on my knees. Robbie caught him, and passed him through my legs to me. He was so slippery I was scared I would drop him. I looked at him, and he was exactly what I had dreamed of- I recognized him immediately. I cried and hugged him and said "We did it! We did it!!!"
One thing I can say is Thank God for perenial massage. Johnny did finally come out (there is a lot more drama I could get into describing that last hour, but I will spare you more details) without any tears or cutting. I attribute that to my speedy recovery. My body bounced back literally in a day.
What made me choose HypnoBirthing? I had met Jennifer Lindeman, another practitioner, years ago, and was intrigued by the thought of it. I have always been a person to think outside the box- rather than just go along with the status quo. I question things, and investigate alternative options... especially if it means something the "harder" way... I have never been one to take the short cut. I did go through a period between being interested and being committed to HypnoBirthing, in which I joked around that I would be walking in backward to get my epidural. When the baby was actually kicking inside me, another instinct set forth... the instinct to research pros and cons of epidurals and hypnobirthing. I googled and googled. I was looking mostly for horror stories of HypnoBirthing. All I found were horror stories of epidurals. I honestly couldn't find a single negative experience online about HynoBirthing. The more I researched side effects and effects on baby, I became more frightened of the epidural than of labor pain. The decision to go through with the HypnoBirthing didn't take much- it was more instinctual and characteristic of me than not to do something alternative and holistic. What I learned through hypnobirthing was more than how to relax during labor; I was completely empowered to make decisions on my own and my baby's behalf, since I understood what to expect, what to decline, and what to be wary of. Birthing is complicated... though most people>seem to approach it with a lot less investigation or question. Regardless of whether I had actually gone through with the natural birth after all was said and done, I still would have felt better knowing what I knew, being empowered and educated, and getting as far as I physically could on my own. It would not have been failure to give into the "help"- I would have still been better off than having never learned and practiced HypnoBirthing. The breathing and the relaxation meditation did work for me. I practiced it a lot leading up to labor, just by listening to my ipod each night. At one point, probably at about hour 15, I had my blood taken. I had my head slumped in Robbie's lap as I breathed through the draw. I heard the nurse, as though in a dream, say something about never having seen someone so relaxed at that point. That made me feel great! I didn't even realize how relaxed I was because I was so "in my zone." I literally listened to that meditation for 20 straight hours. (We put it on the speakers during my times in the shower). Even though the last couple hours were not perfect HypnoBirthing, the meditation was the key to my success.
One of the best things that came out of the experience was Carol's recommendation to hire a doula. Because of our uncertainty with our due date falling so close to our busy catering season, she recommended we have someone to help us just in case Robbie couldn't be there right away. Good call!!! Turned out that having Connie was best for both me AND Robbie. She aided me through labor, but more importantly gave Robbie cues and reminders to help him aid me through labor. She made suggestions about positioning, eating, drinking, showering...whatever, them let Robbie take the lead in facilitating. When Robbie needed a break (labor is exhausting for Dad too!) she was there to take over supporting me. One of the other great things was that she took lots of photos for us of the birth! Robbie could catch Johnny as he came out, and focus on me and baby, not be behind the camara! In a nutshell, having a doula didn't take away from Robbie's role- it added to it by helping him be the best supporter and cheerleader through the whole experience. She was invaluable.
Johnny came way before we expected him... I mean I found out I was pregnant when we were engaged to be married. We wanted kids, but didn't know we would be blessed with that quite so soon. We had rearranged our wedding plans and lives to prepare for Johnny. He fought all odds, and grew in a body wrought with 15 years worth of birth control pills. This little guy was DESTINED to come to us. He decided to come 2 weeks early, in the midst of holiday catering season. And then, he took his time coming out to meet us. The 11th was a regular day... the 12th, 12-12, was a full moon night, a stormy, cloud covered night. He graced us with his presence as the clouds parted in the sky and the full moon shone into our hospital room. He was a soul who knew when he wanted to come from the beginning.
Johnny has proven to be a baby who knows ehat he wants, communicates well, and loves A LOT. He has demanded from us a higher level of parenting with his extreme 4 months of colic, reflux, gas, and under developed nervous system. I changed my diet. we tried an arsenal of homeopathic and pharmeceutical remedies. We counted down the days to 3 months. Nothing changed. Here we are at 4 and a half month, and he has become the dream baby. He is full of smiles and cuddles, and has transformed into a happy, healthy, FUN bundle of joy. He still tells us exactly what he wants... but now that we "get" him, we are getting along just fine.
Natural birth was not what I had expected. I had wanted the "Orgasmic" birth! Mine was quite the opposite. BUT, with that said, I wouldn't change a thing, and I certainly will aim for another natural birth with my next child. He is SOOOOOO worth it!
Thank you to Carol Yeh-Garner, Dr. Biter, Connie Merritt, and the team that helped my husband and I birth our baby boy in a beautiful, natural way. I cannot imagine going about birth any differently.

Congratulations Julie & Robbie! Thanks for sharing your birth story!

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Senin, 18 Mei 2009

Shopping for Baby (when there's no baby)

A few weeks ago I posted about my TTC book journey: the hopeful, the useful and the totally unnecessary. Well I have to admit to you now, that in our happy-naive TTC phase when we were so sure we would get pregnant within a few months, we certainly purchased more than just books. Looking back on that time with cynical infertility hindsight I can't help but ask: what the hell were we thinking? I think the answer to that is, we weren't.


If only.

Once you make the decision to go ahead and try for a baby, all you can think about is babies. And being pregnant and becoming parents. You go a bit baby mad. First my hubbie bought baby clothes he thought were funny and cute. 


Can't say I approve of this one. In fact I think it may even be considered child abuse to put this on a baby but whatever, Mr. T thought it was hella funny. Either way, buying baby clothes before your wife even gets pregnant is not the best idea Mr. T has ever had. Oops.

Then it was my turn. I was sure I was going to get pregnant in a flash (again school sex ed classes had me totally fooled) so I thought I should get some clothes that would grow with me and cover the glorious baby bump. Empire waisted dresses and tops, funky skirts with elasticated waistbands, I was going to be one stylish and comfortable pregnant mama.


So now my closet is all stocked with flowy, loose fitting clothes, perfect for the bump - but, as you're well aware by now, there's no bump (well not one caused by a growing baby anyway). Now they're just good for covering my bloated belly when I've eaten a little too much bread, or pasta, or fries. Hmmm fries.... (Homer Simpson moment):


Okay done.

Luckily I didn't buy from the organic re-usable nappy range I found online. Or the organic wooden baby cot also researched and selected online. Or the organic super-soft 100% cotton bath towels.... So I did stop buying baby stuff before it got too crazy. But I fully admit the other purchases were totally premature and very much prompted by the baby craziness that ensued for about 6 months when we first started TTCing. I hope I'm not alone in having bought baby/maternity things well ahead of time and sadly it seems, unnecessarily. Please somebody have done it too! Then I won't feel like so much of a desperate loser!

And now? Well, I will no longer tempt fate. From now on its platform heels, dresses and tops with a waist (!) and belted trousers.  Will somebody pass me the Victoria's Secret catalogue... I'm bringing sexy back ;)

Sabtu, 16 Mei 2009

What If?

Today we went to our land. The place of hope, dreams and almonds. We took a picnic. Olives, bread, avocado, hummus. And for desert, fresh strawberries and peaches (just picked from the tree). 

After we consumed our fill, we lay down under the olive trees and my husband rested his head on my lap. We started talking, as we often do, of the future - our future home, our future family.

The tears came. Not because I was sad. I was happy. It's a beautiful dream. But they came out of frustration and a sense of injustice. Nothing is fair in this infertility jungle. That sense of unfairness builds in me so strong sometimes, I get angry. We have so much love to give, we are ready NOW. Yet we must wait. I have to be patient. So after our 2 month break is up, I have to believe it will happen. But what if? What if it doesn't? I asked my husband.

Today we vowed that come the end of this year, come no joyous news, no double pink lines, we will go the adoption route. We decided we want children in our lives, that's the end goal. If we can't create any.... then we should give our love to children who need it. It's a big decision. But I feel at peace with it. I think. I can live with never being pregnant, never knowing what it's like to give birth, never to breast feed a child? Can't I?

Kamis, 14 Mei 2009

Jacaranda Lovely

Drifting off the infertility subject for a moment.... I just wanted to share something wonderful with you. Something magical that happens for only one month of the year. Just for one month of the year something changes in the city of Marrakech. Suddenly it's all around you. Flashes of purple. Daubs of violet. Explosions of colour everywhere. 


I wanted to share it with you before it all disappears into a mass of bright green leaves. Dealing with infertility, waiting for my cycles to pass, I remembered how important it is to appreciate nature's great cycles. The moon, the sun, the seasons. So I just wanted to throw a big shout out to Mother Nature: Thank you for making this time Jacaranda lovely!

Selasa, 12 Mei 2009

AF? Anyone?

Having been a blogger for a month-and-a-half now (woop woop!), I have pretty much got the blogging/infertility abbreviations down. But there's one that, although I know what it means, I haven't a clue what it stands for. AF. 


From previous posts I've read I know it means the start of the menstrual cycle. The day the painters and decorators arrive. Menses. The blob. The monthly cycle. Arsenal are playing a home game. Woman troubles. And since that's where I'm at right now I thought I should really know what it stands for.

I have been thinking it over and over and have come up with some possible solutions to what AF could stand for:

At First
Achy Feeling
Acutely Feminine
Achy & Flustered...
.....but my favourite has to be

Ahhh F*@k!

 this one definitely seems most appropriate for TTCers.

However this month I was totally expecting my unwelcome visitor, after all it's been our first month of not trying, so at least there has been no major heartache involved this time. In fact I can't believe a whole month has passed since the yoga incident (backstory here). A whole lunar cycle.


I love the fact that my body is connected to the moon. That as she changes throughout the month, the shifts in her beauty, her personality, her power - are reflected in me, in us, the women on this planet. I found this website (click here) that relates our monthly cycle to the lunar one and this is what it recommends for my particular time of the month:

The luteal phase is likened to the waning moon. The buildup for ovulation has come to pass and women will benefit from taking time for inner reflection and deep rest. As the energies wind down, taking time to deeply nourish with healthy foods and self care will help with the transition to menstruation, marking the beginning of the new moon, and help to combat PMS.

I like the sound of the deep rest and self care. I'll definitely show this to Mr. T. And if anyone knows what AF really stands for, please enlighten me. I'm sure it's going to be a Durr, Of course! moment :)
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