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Now Is the Time to Let Our Voices Be Heard

Submitted by: Hermine Hayes-Klein

The United Nations has devoted this year’s Human Rights Day to “the rights of all people…to make their voices heard in public life and be included in political decision-making.”  What better time to acknowledge the global movement raising its voice for human rights in childbirth. As cesarean rates skyrocket around the world, and women exchange stories  of coercion and force in obstetric care, it should come as no surprise that people are organizing to demand change.

What are human rights in childbirth? Every health care system in the world faces the same essential questions. Who decides how a baby is born? Who chooses where a birth takes place? Who bears the ultimate responsibility for a birth and its outcome? What are the legal rights of birthing women? What are the responsibilities of doctors, midwives and other caregivers in childbirth? What are the rights and interests of the unborn, and who has the authority to make decisions on its behalf?

HRiCIn 2010, Hungarian mother Anna Ternovszky took these questions to the European Court of Human Rights.  After the healthy, safe, and empowering birth of her firstborn, at home, with the midwife Agnes Gereb, Anna objected to the fact that her ability to hire Agnes a second time was affected by the threat of legal sanction against Agnes for attending her at home.  In the decision of Ternovszky v. Hungary, the Court held that birthing women have a fundamental human right to choose the circumstances in which they give birth. The foundations for this right include the rights to privacy, to autonomy, to control over our own bodies, and the right to make decisions for our children even as we are giving birth to them. Ternovszky is only binding on European nations, but this fundamental human right applies to all women everywhere. As a birthing woman, you have the right to meaningful choice and genuine support for your personal needs around and during childbirth, whether those needs are for planned cesarean section or undisturbed home birth with reliable medical backup.

As a birthing woman, nobody can tell you that you “must” do anything. Nobody can “let you” or “not let you” do anything. Nobody can pressure or force you into a cesarean section that you do not believe is in the interest of yourself and your baby. Nobody can cut an episiotomy if you do not consent to one. Nobody can do anything to your body or your baby without discussing it with you first and asking for your consent. You have the right to be the ultimate authority over everything that occurs around your body’s birth of your baby.

These are the fundamental human rights of the birthing woman. And yet, these rights are so commonly violated, that most women are not even aware that they have them. In both the developed and the developing world, women are too often treated with disrespect and abuse, including subjection to unnecessary, damaging, and costly surgical interventions. They are told what will happen to them, or not even asked. As women raise awareness of problems in birth care common to most modern obstetric systems, they are realizing that many of these problems could be addressed by acknowledgment of the woman’s right to make the decisions of childbirth, of her ultimate authority over the birth process.

Many disagree that pregnant women retain the fundamental human rights applicable to healthcare. In only the last month, vocal proponents of medical birth called the Respectful care in childbirthclaim that birthing women have a human right to autonomy “unethical” and “morally grotesque.” What I find unethical and morally grotesque is the assertion that a doctor, making decisions about a patient , has more authority over an unborn baby than the woman who has grown it out of her own flesh and blood.  Especially a doctor with a 35% cesarean section rate.

In the article linked above on moral grotesquerie, media darling “Dr. Amy” revealed her opinion that physiological birth, undisturbed maternal-newborn bonding, and the right to avoid unnecessary abdominal surgery have a value equal to manicures. I disagree, and I am not alone. Women are ready to stand up for the simple right to respectful support in childbirth. Dr. Amy claims that the right to autonomy in childbirth is a wealthy, western white woman’s concern, and she will not be the last to say so. Every woman’s movement has met this charge: “There are women dying in poverty, women who can’t feed their children, and you spoiled bitches dare to make a fuss about the right to own property/ right to vote/ right to education/ right to equal work and equal pay? You obviously have too much time on your hands.” It is true that one cannot fight for more than survival, when survival is in question. But that doesn’t mean that women have a right to survival alone. As nations challenge their birth care systems to meet Millennium Development Goal 5, they can do so in a way that replicates the institutional human rights violations of Western obstetrics, or they can evolve birth care to respect the fundamental human rights of the women they aim to assist. Ask women in the developing world if they are unconcerned with disrespect and abuse in childbirth.

The idea that the doctor, and not the woman, holds authority over decision-making in childbirth is so entrenched that it will take a paradigm change to put the woman back at the center of birth care.  The momentum is building, around the world, capable of generating this transformation.  The hundreds of people energized by the 2012 Human Rights in Childbirth (HRiC) Conference  in The Hague became tens of thousands of people inspired by the 1000 global screenings of Freedom for Birth on September 20th.  In the next week, the circle of activists will expand with the release of a 15-minute free version of Freedom for Birth and the launch of new functionalities on the HRiC website that will help people from around the world to find and join the organizations working to improve birth where they live.

If you believe Martin Luther King, Jr.  that the “arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice,” then there is reason to hope that the fundamental human right to autonomy and authority in childbirth will be recognized. But the only way this will happen will be if birthing women demand their rights. As Anna Ternovszky, the plaintiff who asked justice of the ECHR, said in Freedom for Birth, “Now is the time to let our voices be heard.”

 

 

Hermine Hayes-Klein was the organizer of the Human Rights in Childbirth Conference in the Hague on May 31-June 1st of this year.

 

About the obirth blog: The Orgasmic Birth weblog shares the opinions of Orgasmic Birth, Sunken Treasure Publishing and the obirth team as well as weblogs submitted by our readers or guest blogs that may or not be the opinion of Orgasmic Birth. Obirth believes it is time to be BOLD in sharing our thoughts and perspectives, to challenge others to think in new ways and whether we agree or disagree, hopes to have a discussion where we can look at childbirth in new and old ways.  “These are the best of times and the worst of times.”  Opportunity is here to transform maternity care practices and it will take a village. We appreciate your voice and thoughts, along with resources when possible so that together we can contribute to a larger discussion where women, men and communities are empowered to Take Back their Birth!

 

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Courage and Insanity, from Suffrage to Childbirth

Submitted by Hermine Hayes-Klein

Today every American citizen will have the opportunity to vote in the federal election.  The fact that this right extends to the female half of the American population is the product of the life-long efforts of a “small group of thoughtful and committed citizens” over several generations.  The struggle that ended with the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution granting women the right to vote holds lessons for any movement that aims to secure women’s rights, including the movement to secure woman-centered care for every woman in pregnancy and childbirth.

Over two days in the summer of 1848, around 300 people gathered for a human rights conference.  The Seneca Falls Convention was a grass-roots women’s rights conference organized by a small group of feminist Quakers and a scholar of law, Elizabeth Cady Stanton.  The organizers of the event articulated their concerns and demands in the brilliant Declaration of Sentiments.  In the Declaration’s list of unacceptable sex inequalities, Stanton included the denial of the franchise, or the right to vote, to women.  Even Lucretia Mott, a radical feminist and conference co-organizer, objected, “But Lizzie, thee will make us ridiculous!”  Stanton would not budge, and the demand for the vote remained in.  As Mott predicted, the clause regarding the franchise was the most controversial and divisive topic under discussion at the conference, and led to ridicule and condemnation in the press.  Stanton was unconcerned, believing that, for a cause as radical and revolutionary as fundamental rights for women, there is no such thing as bad publicity.

Stanton’s good friend Susan B. Anthony spent the majority of her life trudging door to door, in those long skirts of the 19th century, in all weather, asking women to sign petitions demanding the right to vote. Most of the time, she recounted later, she was turned away; the women could say, “I have all the rights I need,” and their husbands would add, “Yes, she has all the rights she needs.  Now get off my property.”

The right to vote was not secured before the deaths of either Stanton or Anthony, and the torch passed to another generation.  Alice Paul, Lucy Burns and another small group of American women fought for the right to vote while Emmeline Pankhurst and a small group of British women fought for it in England.  These women were not only ridiculed and vilified; they were jailed, beaten, and tortured.  (The work of Paul and Burns is dramatized in the 2004 movie Iron Jawed Angels.)  When Alice Paul was in jail, she staged a hunger strike, at which point she was put in a straight jacket and fed raw eggs through a tube down her throat until she vomited blood.  She was then transferred to a sanitorium, and a psychiatrist was brought in to examine her and confirm her prosecutors’ claim that she was insane and should be permanently institutionalized.  The doctor who examined her reported that she was not only sane, but she was strong, and brave.  He is quoted as having added, “Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.”  Paul’s courage led to a public outcry against the mistreatment of the “suffragettes,” which in turn contributed to the passage of the 19th Amendment (by one vote!). The long struggle for the female vote holds many lessons for the movement, now uniting around the world, to demand respect for women’s fundamental rights in childbirth.

Radical paradigm shifts take time, and require patience and persistence on the part of those who pursue them.  The right to vote took several generations to secure.  The work begun by Ina May Gaskin’s generation is being picked up and carried forward by my own.  Ina May’s generation reinvented American midwifery and rediscovered the basic physiology of childbirth.  And still, 35 years after the publication of Spiritual Midwifery, the cesarean rate skyrockets, maternal mortality rises, and the right to give birth outside of the medical institution is not secure.  And so we see the rise of a movement, women picketing across the U.S., marching in the streets of South America, going to court in Europe, and opening birth centers in India, the movement that organized 1000 screenings of Freedom for Birth on September 20th.

The struggle for suffrage, and the struggles for each and every right that women have secured over the last 150 years, show us that you don’t wait for popular opinion to demand your rights.  Otherwise you could wait for another 5000 years.  Every time a new set of rights has been secured for women, from the right to vote, through the right to higher education, to the right to work without sexual harassment, the majority of women declared themselves unconcerned with the right at stake and unwilling to agitate for it.  Once a small group of committed radicals secured each right on behalf of all women, the tides of public opinion could turn.  How many women today would say that women shouldn’t have the right to vote or go to college?  But if you were one of the women fighting for these rights when women didn’t have them, your opinions would have been unpopular.  You would have had to go to some kind of meeting to connect with the other women who thought the issue mattered at all.  The right to vote, like women’s other rights, was secured by the tiny minority ready to step forward and claim that right on behalf of all women.

But who are these few, the women who step up and demand the rights that their society, and its history, deny that they deserve?  They are the Stantons, the Anthonys, the Pauls, the Burnses, and all the women whose names we don’t know, but whose work has secured the liberty that American women enjoy today.  They have been strong, and brave.

“Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.”  How much courage does it take for a woman to acknowledge that birth matters, and to step off the traveled path and seek out the care that she, personally, needs for childbirth? How much courage does it take a woman to do so without the support of friends, family, and even partner?  It takes courage to speak up when somebody is talking down to you, to request information about your choices when somebody can’t seem to imagine that you would do anything but obey.  It takes courage to say, “No.”  Especially when you’re in labor.

Almost a century after Alice Paul was strait-jacketed, courage in women is still mistaken for insanity.  When women demand recognition for their rights of authority and autonomy in childbirth, they meet two common reactions: they are accused of caring more for themselves than their babies, and they are accused of insanity.  I think of Karen in the Netherlands, who found the courage to deliver her twin daughters at home, when her local hospital refused to support her in a physiological birth.  “I knew, somehow, that my body could birth the twins if it had a chance,” she told me.  “They wouldn’t give it a chance at the hospital.  They wanted a dozen people in the room, and machines stuck to my belly and my vagina, and they itched to cut the babies out.  I live three minutes from the hospital, so I decided to give myself a chance to birth them at home, with a midwife.”  Her babies were born in less than two hours, with no pain, into her own hands and her husbands’.  When authorities discovered what had happened later that day, Karen and the twins were bullied into coming into the hospital for examination.  Although Karen and her babies were healthy, she was indeed examined: for 5 days, she was visited at her hospital bed by psychiatrists and child protective services.  She spent months fending off the threat that her twins could be taken away.

I think of Daniela in Italy, who sought far and wide during pregnancy for a provider who wouldn’t cut an episiotomy.  She was promised that the hospital where she would deliver would respect her insistence that an episiotomy not be cut. She told every single provider that she spoke with, during pregnancy and then during her labor at the hospital, that under no circumstances did she want an episiotomy.  She told this more than once to the doctor who ended up between her legs while her baby came out.  When the baby was crowning, that doctor reached for scissors and started cutting an episiotomy.  Daniela screamed “No!” from the depths of her soul.  The doctor looked up, hesitated, and then cut a long, deep episiotomy.

When medical staff visited her bed after the birth, Daniela was deeply upset.  She felt profoundly violated and traumatized.  She spoke up, loudly, about what had happened and stated that her legal and human rights had been violated.  The obstetricians called the psychiatrists, who came to suggest that, in her state, she might pose a danger to her newborn child.  After she left the hospital, Daniela was visited twice at her home by psychiatrists, without an invitation.  On top of the trauma of the episiotomy was added this violation of her safe space, her home, and the need to then convince these psychiatrists that they need not involve child protective services and take away her new baby.

And there is, of course, the case of V.M. in New Jersey.  V.M. found the courage to read the forms she was given to sign when she arrived to give birth in a hospital with a 50% cesarean rate.  She was asked to sign advance authorization for anything that might be done to her body once she entered the institution.  She read the list of interventions that she was asked to accept on arrival, and signed that she would let them run an IV line into her vein and strap her belly to an electronic fetal monitor; she consented to oxygen, an epidural, and – yes- she gave advance consent to an episiotomy.  She did not sign away her consent for cesarean section and to have a screw inserted up her vagina and into her baby’s scalp.  Hospital staff surrounded her, in labor, to ask why she wouldn’t sign the form and whether she cared about her unborn baby.   They “explained the potentially dire circumstances” that can occur in a birth, and an ob-gyn came to discuss “brain damage, mental retardation, and fetal death.”  (These quotes all come from the court opinion linked above.)  Bear in mind that there was no medical emergency occurring in the labor; the staff simply wouldn’t accept that V.M. might not pre-authorize anything they might choose to do to her and her baby.  When V.M. refused to complete the form, she was described as “irrational” and “combative” in her file, and the hospital sent in psychiatrists.  One of them interviewed her for an hour, while her labor progressed.  “While Dr. Kurani was there, the anesthesiologist was able to administer an epidural.”  The second psychiatrist interviewed her while the baby was actually being born.  “Before Dr. Jacoby’s evaluation was completed, V.M. gave birth vaginally to J.M.G. without incident.”  The psychiatrists reported that, although she seemed sane and reasonable, she had admitted to having experienced a trauma years before, seen a psychiatrist, and taken anti-depressants, which she stopped taking when she became pregnant.  They claimed that this past, combined with her “irrational” behavior around the consent form, raised a question of her parental competence.  Her baby was taken away after the birth.  Four years later, she still hadn’t received the child back.  I don’t know if she ever did.

It took courage for Karen to trust her own relationship with her body over the medical system’s concept of it, and to choose circumstances for the birth of her twins that would allow her body to do its work.  It took courage for Daniela to stand up against the butcher who slashed her perineum, to say “No!  You may not cut a woman against her will!”  It took courage for V.M. to exercise her right to consent to surgery only if that surgery was actually necessary, to stand up, while in labor, for this fundamental right in the face of a dehumanized bureaucracy of doctors, nurses, and psychiatrists.

If the worst that could happen to Alice Paul was institutionalization, the worst that can happen to a birthing woman is to have her baby taken away.  That is what happened to V.M.  That was the threat underlying the accusations of insanity thrown at Karen and Daniela.  Just as we remember the courage of those whose actions so radically transformed the legal status of women over the last two centuries, we should recognize the courage that we see around us in the women who stand up for their bodies and their babies in a broken birth care system.  And we must defend these women, and their babies, from the psychiatrists and social workers unleashed upon them for finding that courage.

Two months after Alice Paul’s hunger strike, President Woodrow Wilson urged the U.S. Senate to pass a constitutional amendment granting women the right to vote.   He called on the Senate to do “this thing that is mere justice,” in the name of America’s success in the world war.  “The tasks of the women lie at the very heart of the war, and I know how much stronger that heart will beat if you do this just thing and show our women that you trust them as much as you in fact and of necessity depend upon them.”

Almost 95 years later, the women who Stanton and Paul worked so hard to empower have turned our attention to the task of childbirth.  And we ask no more than Wilson asked the Senate, for mere justice: that those who wish to ensure a safe and healthy birth for every baby recognize that the person with the authority and responsibility to choose what is needed for each birth is the birthing woman herself.  How true for motherhood are the words that Wilson used for war: “show our women that you trust them as much as you in fact and of necessity depend upon them.”

 

Hermine Hayes-Klein was the organizer of the Human Rights in Childbirth Conference in the Hague on May 31-June 1st of this year.

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Who Are The Witches?

Debra Pascali-Bonaro / Austria

As I settled in to my little birth cottage at Angelika Rodler’s home in Austria, I am surrounded by the many memories we have created together. A photo hangs of our first meeting in Vienna 2002, along with Piera a doula from Italy. The 3 of us met at the Int’l. Confederation of Midwives’, ICM meeting in Vienna. There were 3,000 midwives and 3 doulas. We found each other and in an instant have become life long friends. This is my eighth trip to teach the Doulas of Austria with Angelika.

Above my bed hangs a beautiful painting her daughter created of her “Orgasmic Birth”. On the wall, in the kitchen is a photo of Ina May Gaskin, Elizabeth Davis and I together at a Midwifery Today Conference in Bad Wildbad, Germany. All around are images of birth, feminine energy and woman’s wisdom. This is only the beginning, as this cottage was the first area of her large farm that she renovated to a red tent. We are holding our workshop in an amazing cave, womb of the mother earth that Angelika and her husband built in the barn that was once for animals.

Everything is draped in red, giving us all a nurtured and safe feeling. Art, candles, Angelika’s creative energy has designed a space for women that is amazing!! There is a magical feeling in all that Angelika has created here. 24 new doulas, most from Austria, one from Slovenia, another from Italy, a physician, a midwife and our amazing translator Jaqueline Eddaoudi are touched by the energy. It is inspiring to see what Angelika has created. We need more spaces that are created around feminine energy.

I begin each day with a long walk to town for my morning coffee. I have been trying to walk and exercise more. A combination of getting older and spending more time on the computer has shown me how important walking each morning is. This morning as I walked a song stayed in my mind as I began to sing along the way. I have always loved the song Who are the Witches and noticing a witch on top of the roof, I could not wait to gather the doulas to sing along too.

Who are The Witches

Midwives reclaiming their heritage: A social movement song (click on for Gaia Choir version to sing along)

Who are the witches?

Where do they come from?

Maybe your great-great grandmother was one

 

Witches were wise, wise women they say

And there’s a little witch in every woman today

 

Women had babies and witches were there

To help and to hold them, and give them sweet care

 

And witches knew stories of how life began

Don’t you wish you could be one?

Well, maybe you can…….

 

Who are the witches?

Where do they come from?

Maybe your great-great grandmother was one

 

Some people thought that the witches were bad

Some people were scared of the power they had

The power to heal and to give and to care

It’s not something to fear, it’s a treasure to share!

 

Witches are wise, wise women, they say

And there’s a little witch in every woman today.

 

Who are the witches?

Where do they come from?

Maybe your great-great grandmother was one

Witches were wise, wise women they say

And there’s a little witch in every woman today

Do you know the history of the witches? As you celebrate Halloween I hope you will honor our midwives and talk about the history of midwifery and the many witch hunts that continue today to prosecute our midwives. I hope you might sing too and remember the witch within you!

Submitted by: Debra October 26th, 2012

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Brazil and Argentina, Suffering the Home Birth Prohibition

Photo from street protest in Rio de Janeiro (from Globo journal)

In July, Orgasmic Birth posted about the situation in Brazil:  " The Medical Council of Rio de Janeiro prohibits the participation of midwives and doulas in hospital birth, prohibits doctors to take part in referral systems to homebirth mothers, and causes national outrage."  Today, we are very grateful to Gabriela Azcoaga Klett for sending us updates and photos that illustrate the movement in Brazil & Argentina.
 

Submitted by Gabriela Azcoaga Klett, Rio de Janeiro, Oct. 2012

"We are neighbor countries, as we have shared much kind of realities, now we are both countries with the same attack to home birthing. A new midwives law in Argentina and a new regulation in the medical counseling of Brazil are prohibiting the professional assistance when a couple decides to have their baby at home. Not that our hospitals are an example of efficiency and good care. Very much on the contrary, we have overpopulated hospitals with poor resources, many times not enough people to attend the patients, sometimes you get to the hospital and there is no one at all!

At the same time groups from northeast of Brazil are trying to give the midwives knowledge the status of cultural patrimony of Brazil, because traditional midwife is still the only one to give attention and support to birth in rural areas. People manifest against these laws in the streets, signs have been collected for public petitions, but authorities from government and medical institutions seem to not pay attention to what is really healthy, demonstrated by statistics and enormous amounts of birth tales from who has passed through this marvelous experience of having a baby in the most familiar and cozy place, with the loving and good caring of midwives and relatives.

Are they really concerned with health? Not only individual health but society health itself. Can anyone in a public charge ignore the violence many women experience in hospitals at the delicate moment of giving birth? And the more or less a traumatic experience will determinate the way a woman feels about motherhood, and the commitment she can afford to take care of her child?"

Photo taken in September from one of the first protest in Argentina, a protest on the words "I choose where and how to give birth" (yo elijo como y donde parir) www.mujerquelucha.blogspot.com (Sept. 3rd post)

 

To read more background on the movement, please visit Orgasmic Birth's July 25th post and to view more photos read the September 3rd post on Mujer BoniTa es La qUe LuCha.

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Elsa Joy–a bit of a piece of work from the start!

Submitted by: Anne Dew

Here is the story of our daughter Elsa’s birth – the first girl on my husband’s side of the family in 150 years!

Elsa Joy–a bit of a piece of work from the start! She couldn’t quite make up her mind and was not interested in being rushed.

On a Friday about a week before her birth, Elsa began to stir. I woke up at 1:30 am with contractions that lasted throughout the day and then settled down at sunset. Grandma (on my husband, Don’s mom) was not to arrive until Tuesday, so we were all a bit frantic when these stirrings began three days before our extra pair of hands was due to arrive! To make matters worse, both our back-up people who were going to watch our son, Aidric, weren’t available that weekend. Being the sweet Grandma she is, she changed her flight and arrived the very next day with plans to stay for 2 weeks. Phew….. And what happened next? Absolutely nothing for the whole week! Grandma’s reassuring presence ensured that this girl would come when she was good and ready! With our time with Grandma ticking by, we began Operation Encourage Birth.

Sunday my girlfriends planned a trip to a salon for mani/pedis to celebrate the coming of Miss Dew. I brought Grandma along too. People had mentioned that reflexology during a pedicure is a good way to get labor going. I told the gal to go for it–hit those pressure points! Didn’t do a thing to start labor, but I loved having time with friends and picking out fun nail polish so that I had pretty toes to look at during labor. Tuesday I went in for my 38-week appointment and they did a cervical swipe, which sometimes helps things along. Fingers-crossed! Alas, nothing happened. The next day, Don and I went out for spicy food at our favorite Mexican restaurant. I even ate a whole roasted jalapeno! All the spice didn’t do a darn thing either. Then I went swimming at the Rec center. Twice. Friday evening, after the second swimming outing, I lost the mucus plug. Hurray! But then I read that that didn t actually mean that labor would start anytime soon. Oh well. Then Friday night came and the full moon appeared, so we were curious if that would help get labor started. No such luck. I was tired of speculating when the baby might come. And even though everyone was really sweet and encouraging, I still felt like they were all waiting for something to happen with my body.

Feeling under pressure, I decided to get some alone time. Grandma had taken Aidric up to their second home in Winter Park on Thursday for the weekend, so it was just Don and I sitting around and waiting. Saturday morning came and it was sunny and warm. After working from home the whole week, Don was itching to go for a mountain bike ride but nervous about leaving me alone. I told him to go anyway, and he was out the door. Wouldn t you know, while he was gone, I stood up to use the computer at 11:50 am and my water broke! My first thoughts were, yippee this baby will probably be here within the next 24 hours, I’ll finally get to meet my daughter and I ll no longer be pregnant! I was absolutely giddy! I rang Don on his cell phone, but he must have been in a poor reception area because it took 3 calls to reach him. Once I got the message through, he zipped home and even caught a ride from a guy in a pickup truck for part of the ride home. He got home at 12:30 pm and jumped into the shower and we scurried about the house making sure everything was in order.

What happened next? Absolutely nothing! Hours later, still not a single contraction. We were getting very good at sitting around and looking at each other. Uhhhg! The birthcenter wanted to see me in active labor by the 12 hour mark (midnight) otherwise we’d be pushing our luck with having our baby at the birthcenter. The rule is that you need to be in active labor within 24 hours of the water breaking otherwise a trip to the hospital for medical intervention is needed. At 6 pm, Sarah, the midwife on call, suggested I take a dose of castor oil to get things moving. It is a stimulant laxative that helps induce contractions. Two hours ticked by, and still nothing happened. Sarah explained that sometimes it takes two doses, so I took the second shot at 8 pm and lay down to try and get some sleep. I was disappointed. The whole day I had been so excited thinking that I d get to have a daytime labor/delivery and how wonderful it would be to not have to pull an all-nighter like we did with our son. But it was not to be. Sleeping didn’t happen and at 9:30 I became violently ill from the castor oil. I threw up several times and was on all fours in our bedroom unable to move. The castor oil gave me severe abdominal cramps and then I was getting starter contractions at the same time, so it was all one big cramp with NO break in between. Panic, fear, pain…at this point all I wanted was an ambulance ride to the ER! After 30 minutes of this, Sarah said to go ahead and come down to the birthcenter. You didn t have to tell ME twice! Meanwhile, Mother Nature decided that since it hadn’t rained in Evergreen since October that this would be a good night to shower the road with some nice freezing rain. So with rain coming down and temperatures falling below freezing, Don nervously drove us the 26 miles to the birthcenter, which took about 45 minutes that night. We tried not to notice the pile of cars and emergency vehicles as we pulled onto the interstate.

We arrived at our birth center, Mountain Midwifery Center at about 11:30 p.m. and I made a beeline for the bathroom. I spent a good hour getting sick and then lay down to rest on the birthcenter’s big log bed with Don. Sarah explained that after the castor oil effects had worn off, my contractions would regulate and active labor would be underway. Sure enough, about 12:30 am I started breathing through contractions and Don was there to time them. About 1:30 am, I was too uncomfortable to lay in the bed anymore so I stood up and used the hammock sling thingie suspended from the ceiling. It took a lot of the weight off and I was able to sway and breathe in rhythm during the contractions. Sweat poured out and began to roll off my face like nothing I had ever experienced before.

Things were getting intense, so Sarah checked me. I was only 6 cm dilated. I was so disappointed! I thought for sure we were farther along than that. She suggested I get into the birth pool at that point. The warm water felt good and I tried my hardest to relax during contractions. I wondered if I would be in for another marathon 18 hour birth that I had had with our son. But much to my surprise, I watched as Sarah started laying out chux pads (absorbant sheets) on the bed and a towel on the floor. This is for when baby is here, which will be very soon, she exclaimed. I was in disbelief! I then felt some pressure below, as if baby was at the gate. Was it time to push? Sarah checked with her flashlight underwater and said, go ahead and push, you are fully dilated at 10 cm and I can see her head! This was all happening so fast, how could it be? The huge holy-hell why-am-I-doing-this contractions had arrived. I pushed a couple times and Sarah excitedly announced that her head was out. Again I was in disbelief! Sarah explained that once baby was out, she would pass her through my legs and I could pick her up out of the water. With that I got a nice burst of motivation–I was almost to the finish line, I could DO this! A couple more rrrrahhhhrrrrr pushes/contractions and Elsa came out.

Elsa JoySarah passed Elsa through my legs like a little football, and into my arms she landed. Pure joy, relif, happiness, disbelief, amazement and love! Don bowed his head, completely overwhelmed with emotion. We did it. Kate, our nurse, wrapped Elsa in a blanket and hat while we were still in the pool. Then we stood up and shuffled our way over to the bed with umbilical cord still attached. Don was at my side on the bed and held Elsa in his arms as I delivered the placenta and dealt with after-birth pains (just like contractions) and uncontrollable body shakes. That was a bit of a raw deal–to have contractions even after delivery. It was wonderful for the three of us to lay in bed and snuggle. Don and I marveled at how tiny her hands and feet were, how beautiful her little face was and how long her fingernails were. Our precious daughter was finally here, wow!

Elsa latched on without a problem, that was nice. Don ceremoniously cut the umbilical cord and also went with Elsa to see her get weighed: a healthy 7 pounds 5 ounces. I took an herbal concoction to help with the pains and later took an herbal bath that also helps with that. Afterwards, I changed into a nightgown and got to cuddle with Elsa and Don and EAT! Sarah said that I had only pushed for 10 minutes. The labor was 5 hours if you count from the time the castor oil kicked in, or 2 hours if you count from when the castor oil effects subsided and real contractions began. The only people that were there for the birth were myself, Don, Sarah, and Amy, the photographer. Kate, the nurse, arrived moments after birth. I felt completely safe and supported the whole time.

Looking into my husband’s eyes and hearing his comforting and encouraging words really helped get me through. Sarah was awesome. She chose her words well, always kept me informed as to what was happening, and was just an excellent coach. It was a small group, but it was all I needed. Even Amy helped out and held my hand while the placenta came out and offered reassurance when I got Elsa latched on for the first time.

I feel so fortunate, blessed and proud to have had a beautiful, natural birth. It is truly a miraculous event that I will remember always.

 

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Natalie Marie’s Birth Story (excerpt)

Submitted by: By Lisa Conway

Lisa Conway

I was relieved that my transition to the hospital, however chaotic and probably embarrassing, was over. I answered the nurse’s questions in between contractions. Her name was Annie, and she helped me to feel more comfortable than anyone else had since we’d entered the hospital. Before long I was allowed to focus solely on my labor process. My midwife, Peggy, arrived at the hospital in her usual glow and bright smile. She set me up in the shower to help labor progress. I remember that those contractions were some of the toughest. I felt enormous pressure and a stretching of my hips I never before fathomed I could endure. It felt like metal rods were driving my hips away from each other. I hugged Joe, who patiently stood outside the narrow shower stall, during every single contraction.

We returned to the room. I did not know that hospital lighting could be as soft and incandescent as that pivotal space. I put on the soundtrack from the movie Garden State, and we listened to it over and over again – maybe six or seven times. At this point I remember I no longer wore any clothing. During contractions my hair would loosen from the headband and rubber band, holding it back and Joe kept trying to fix my hair and smooth it away from my face. I remember I finally grabbed the headband, soaked with sweat, and threw it on the floor, yelling, “Get this #$%@*& away from me!”

I was fierce and decisive. I was wild and free. I was a mama in labor. I was the tigress that I hoped I’d be.

My doula, Stephanie, wrapped a shawl over the bathroom door in the hospital room so I could pull on it during my contractions. I drank tons of water. Like a fish. Like the fish I’ve always been. We were a moving human sculpture – sliding like the great skirt of life on that flecked tile floor, my uterus our lead. I hummed and groaned and growled and whimpered. I walked and squatted and danced and drifted. I remember one contraction brought me to tears.

I found myself wondering how much longer I could go before… before what? I asked for drugs? I collapsed in defeat? I died? Or maybe, possibly, finally, gave birth?

I leaned into Peggy with all my strength and sputtered a half-hearted, “I want drugs!” I had wrapped my arms around her waist; I had buried my head in her belly. “Okay,” she said, looking at Annie. “That’s my cue to go.” Stephanie suggested we try another position. I climbed on the bed and tried to make my body obey – it laughed. And now. Now, Peggy returned, refreshed. It was ten o-clock. “We need to check you,” she said. I can still feel the haze of this moment, the blurred edges of this photograph. I remember lying on that hospital bed, feeling weightless. Was I even there? And I remember that triumphant moment: “She’s fully dilated.” Incredibly, though not for the first time in human history, I found myself in the glory of pushing. So much pain had suddenly subsided. At last I could do something! The Garden State soundtrack still carried us along.

Here I am.

I pushed for three and a half hours. I was grateful for Ina May Gaskin, and grateful for Pam England, and grateful for that spirit of sisterhood living somewhere in my body. I was grateful for my great-grandmother and grandmothers everywhere. I was grateful to the Venus of Willendorf. I was proud of my dated Japanese tattoo on my ass: it means “Woman.” Ah, capricious seventeen-year old me – I was grateful. I was me. And I loved myself more than I ever had before.

I was grateful for George Balanchine’s Nutcracker ballet. That I had been watching it over and over again, meditatively, with the highest hopes I could ever muster. That if I could channel those arabesques, plies, changements, fifth position, first position, battements, pas de bourres. If I could just be that open, that feathered, that free. And now, here I am. Pushing. Picturing that movie in my mind. Open, open.

Here I am.

Pushing was hard. Annie said, “You’re jumping into the pool and blowing out through your nose.” I pushed my chin into my sternum and blew. I pushed. Peggy counted. I could barely push for more than five counts. I didn’t much care for the counting. Stephanie said, “Remember your flower,” and that was probably about the time I started calling on Jesus big time. And I remembered my flower. For weeks I had been watching this one particular time-lapse video of a velvety red rose opening and opening and opening. I etched that video into my brain. I can still see it. I gazed past Stephanie’s incredible attention and past Joe’s incredible love and past Peggy’s incredible patience and I watched my flower opening. Open, open. I saw Natalie’s head. It was right there, so tauntingly near and far. So purgatorily stuck. So pure. So about to be. I felt it, I felt around it, I touched and loosened and let go. Let go.

Something in my body unstuck itself, unlocked itself. I will never know what that particular key was. I know that I jumped into that opening flower in the best Pas Asemble of my life, and when I landed, my daughter was born. I do not know what it is like to shoot heroin, I don’t know what skydiving feels like, or a runner’s high, or myriad other drugs’ effects, both concocted and natural. I do not know what it’s like to wake up with confidence every day, to be certain of things, to be comfortable in my own skin. I don’t know at least 6, 496 world languages or the effects of the speed of light on time travel, or the basic concepts of quantum physics or if I will live until I’m seventy-six like the Ouija board said when I was ten. I do know that nothing has topped that moment – those seconds that felt like we were suspended in time, in air, in love. I reached my arms down to lift Natalie onto my belly. She immediately let loose a batch of meconium. Peggy said, “Up! There’s some meconium!” And I trilled, “Meconium! My baby!” My eyes were swollen shut with tears and relief and labor and exhaustion and love. She wailed; I held her close. Peggy sewed my second-degree tear. I wished I hadn’t torn. Had I pushed too hard? My baby! This moment! Nothing mattered.

 

 

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Ambassador for Human Rights in Childbirth

HRiCDebra Pascali-Bonaro is truly an Ambassador for Human Rights in Childbirth. Debra is honored to have Chaired the International MotherBaby Childbirth Organization since 2006 and works together with everyone at IMBCI to raise awareness and educate communities about achieving optimal MotherBaby maternity care, including the IMBCI step #1: treat each woman with respect & dignity. Her work at IMBCI, a human rights, evidence-to-action initiative is the foundation for much of her other work.

In addition to promoting human rights in childbirth thru IMBCI, Debra will be a panelist at the Human Rights in Childbirth Conference taking place at the Hague University of Applied Sciences, the Hague, the Netherlands this spring May 31 – June 1, 2012. Everyone is welcome to be a part of this by registering for the webinar. No matter where you are you can join the webinar to be a part of this historic event.

Debra is also a member of the White Ribbon Alliance who is teaming up with the Respectful Maternity Care Advisory Group to present Interagency Gender Work Group Panel discussion – a half-day panel and discussion on May 10th to highlight both prevalence and interventions to address 1) service provider abuse and 2) intimate partner violence during and after pregnancy. Respectful Maternity CareThe event intends to bring together policymakers, advocates, academics, implementers, and donors for presentations and discussion on intersection of maternal health and gender-based violence. The Respectful Maternity Care campaign aims to raise awareness of the disrespectful treatment that many women experience in seeking and receiving maternity care. For advocacy purposes, the campaign has developed a charter laying out the Universal Rights of  Childbearing Women. All these rights are grounded in international human rights instruments.

With thanks to Debra and all the many other human rights advocates who work tirelessly towards increasing respectful care in childbirth.

 

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Bali: So Many Warm Welcomes

Debra Pascali Bonaro / Bali

Day 1 Yayasan Bumi Sehat Nyuh Kuning Village: Waking this morning as the sun was rising and looking out to see my first glimpse of Bali in the daylight felt so magical. I have only been here once before but the Island and the people have captured my heart. Before long, morning offerings were made – beautiful flowers and innocence are laid on, or near, all the statues and doorways. I sip my coffee and breath in the fragrant, warm, humid, Balinese air and prepared for a great day ahead. I gather the vitamins from my travel bag to bring to Ibu Robin Lim, who will give them to the women she cares for at the Bumi Sehat Birthing Center, and begin my walk through Nyuh Kuning, the small village I will call home for these next few weeks. In just a few steps I see the familiar, smiling faces of many people I remember in the village. It felt like coming home. So many warm welcomes.

I continue on to the familiar stone outside Ibu Robins family/community that reads “Welcome Home”. I had arrived at my Balinese home. Walking into the kitchen, a family and community gathering spot at Ibu Robin’s, I was instantly wrapped into the arms of both Katherine Bramhall and Robin Lim, my co-partners for the Eat Pray Doula Workshop, amazing midwives and friends. I could not believe it was a year ago, here at this table, we envisioned the workshop and were now here to offer it. As so often happens at Robin’s table, people were coming and going, mothers and fathers with questions, family and friends gather, and soon we were all swept away with the activities of the day. Robin and I were able to sneak away to her balcony for a short while to work on beading into necklace beautiful, handmade amulets. The amulets were created by local craftsman who were commissioned by Robin for Bumi Sehat. Turtle, Pregnant Woman, Owl, Midwife’s Hand, and other creations are carved from moose antler gathered after the antler has been shed, so as not to harm the animals but to pass along the offerings of their horns when they are no longer needed.

Midwife’s Hand, Turtle, OwlMotherBaby, Pregnant Belly

The variation of colors grace each item with the delicate hand-made carving, making each piece unique. Robin’s love for each piece and the intricate carving it beholds, together with her dedication to bringing gentle birth to Indonesia and beyond, is strong. As CNN’s 2011 Hero of the Year, a well deserved honor, she is my hero and this quiet moment, beading and looking out over the rice field, although short, is treasured.

Soon the phone rings, more people arrive and Robin is needed. Our peace is gone as the business of the day takes over. I walk down the street to Bumi Sehat where again it feels so good to hug and embrace all the midwives and staff. A year has passed, but it feels as if I have only been away a week. It is acupuncture day and Dr. Bobbi is busy treating the women, men, and families of the community. The smell of Moxa is in the air, needles adorn the many people who are laying and receiving their treatments. A true community center, full of life. Mayra, a wonderful, Brazilian midwife and filmmaker whom I had met at the Midwifery Today conference in Bad Wildbad, Germany is here. She is continuing a year of travel and filming around the world for her Birth Around the World project. I have been following her journey and staying in touch, so was very happy our paths had come together again. Mayra and I walk to lunch at a small cafe to catch-up. We sit on pillows on the bamboo floor, with traditional Balinese vegetation all around and the great smells and foods of Bali. I was enjoying the culture through all my senses and as my body began to sweat from the rising humidity of the day and my eyes began to tear from the hot spices, I felt my body sinking back into this culture I have come to love so much.

We walk back to the birth center and I am quickly intercepted by Ibu Robin and Katherine to join them shopping for hand-painted sarongs intended as gifts for the Eat Pray Doula workshop participants to use as Balinese Rebozos. We took off in the van with Poggi our driver through the small streets and villages, taking in the temples, statues, carvings, plants, and people along the way. I never tire of the Balinese landscape. We arrive at Robin’s favorite sarong shop and quickly find ourselves sitting in a circle on the floor together, looking at the amazing colors, designs, and fabric – sharing our enthusiasm for each sarong and choosing ones for our participants. It was so much fun! My eye kept catching this beautiful wall hanging, a sarong illustrating a flowing woman with dolphins and colors around her. I asked if they could make her for me pregnant. They agreed and in three days I will return to look at the design, knowing it will be amazingly beautiful. I will order 20 to bring home for Global Birth Fair, so look for our new additions from Bali soon.

It has been a full first day, reconnecting my heart and spirit to Robin, Katherine, Mayra, Bumi Sehat, the village of Nyuh Kuning and Bali. I will sleep well as tomorrow we will settle into Swasti Eco Cottages where we will greet the women who are traveling from around the world to join the Eat Pray Doula Workshop. I look forward with honor and awe to beginning our workshop Monday morning.

 

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