Whoops!

Okay, I have been a bad blogger again. I had major computer issues, a sick little boy (RSV), a sick mama and daddy, and I am still raising eight other babies...chicken babies anyway.

Let me make it up to you with pictures. Lots 'o Pictures.

Here is the new brooder we made out of an awesome box from my husbands work. There is a roosting branch that you can't see in that picture.

Here were the babies at just a couple days old. Four Easter Egger's (on the right), 2 Black Australorpes, and 2 Barred Rocks.

Here are the two Barred Rock babies today. They are about 3 and 1/2 weeks old now.

A trip to the park always includes eating some rocks and dirt, and great mom I am, I just took pictures.

Wooo! Wooo!

He cheeses for the camera now...this was just the cutest picture!

Okay, have I made up for the absence? Cute chicks and cute kid. I promise to have more of an information filled post coming soon.

Sorry for the wait!

Sorry for the break from writing! It has been nuts around here. As an update:

I have been getting crafty thanks to Pinterest ideas, like this melted crayon art:

Very fun to do, and I have an itch to do more. Great way to recycle all those broken and messed up crayons from the kids.

In a week or so I will be going to my first midwifery study group/class. Lets cross our fingers no one goes into labor the day of the class (which is what happened last month so it was canceled). I got my first midwifery text book in the mail last week and have almost read the whole thing...I am so ready to go!

I ordered our chickens, we are getting 1 barred rock, 1 black australorpe, and 3 "easter egger" hens. I am very excited. They will be here around Feb 22nd. Baby chicks! We should have eggs by the spring/summer (when they are 5/6 months old). A long wait for eggs...but after that we have at least two years worth of eggs, so I figure I can wait.

I have started a birth/breastfeeding/baby lending library out of my house. If you have any books you would like to donate...just comment below. I will be using them and saving them for the day I have my own office as a midwife. For now, moms in my community are picking them up at my house to read. Education is so important to birth...and having books available for free helps so many mothers learn their options and educate themselves and their partner. Education is a huge goal for me in my area where midwifery has been "dead" for several generations (as well as breastfeeding).

I hope to be able to post more often over the coming weeks. Hang in there with me. If you have any ideas for new posts, please post below!

Facebook, Banning, Breastfeeding

Okay, so recently there has been an "outbreak" of banning on Facebook. What are these people being banned for? Trashy pics? Showing nudity? Horrible cursing and nasty/hateful statuses? Guess again.

Breastfeeding pictures.

Moms are being banned, and groups being closed, because of breastfeeding photos. Now I am not talking about nipple showing photos...I am not talking about pictures of milk dripping everywhere....I am talking about pictures of a baby nursing. A baby doing what babies do. A mother doing what mothers do. And these women are being banned.

A mother in my FB mom group posted this picture:

Please leave her watermark if you repost this.

And she was banned. Someone on her friends list reported this photo. Someone at Facebook actually looked at this and thought the reporting was correct and needed and banned her. Can someone explain to me why?

Most people would not even realize she was nursing...even I, who nurses my son everyday, did not even notice until all this happened and I looked at it again. Yet someone felt the need to be so "offended" and report it. Now people can post pictures of their *almost* showing genitals, pictures of a girl standing with only her hands covering her breasts (with no nursing baby in site...in other words no reason to have your boobs out on Facebook), skimpy bathing suits, erotic pictures, lingerie pictures, etc...but breastfeeding pictures are not allowed?

Breastfeeding in America will never become normalized in public and the media if a place like Facebook does this. Did you know that by numbers Facebook is the 3rd largest country in the world? If the 3rd largest country in the world is saying that it is not normal and is scandalous, then what do we expect others to think? When social media is just a driving force in our lives, we need to take a stand for mothers and babies.

If someone can explain to me why nursing pictures are so offensive, please enlighten me.

Oh, and here is one of mine....shocking!

By the way, my mommy friend did get her account back. If you know someone who has been banned for a breastfeeding photo, please let me know, as well as pages like "The Leaky Boob".

Chicken Fever

Sort of like Chicken Pox, only better...and no one is going to want to vaccinate you for it.

Chicken Fever normally hits when you realize that your deep down wish in life is to be a self-sustaining family with a small farm to support your family and maybe make a little money on the side. This is normally followed by Chicken Fever - wanting to put chickens in your own backyard (even in the middle of town) so that you can have farm fresh eggs and have a little bit more self-sufficiency.

I have Chicken Fever...I am ordering chicks soon, and building a coop in the fenced in part of our backyard. We live (literally) in the middle of our town...but I'm not going to actually see if it is allowed. I am just going to do it...we are not getting a rooster, so I don't think anyone will even know they are there (we have no neighbors next to us). If the city gets mad, I will offer some fresh eggs.

More on this soon - as well as lots of exciting news about my advancement in finding a midwife to apprentice under.

Things the Daddy-To-Be Can Do

Here is the picture: You have decided to have a wonderful natural birth. Maybe even out-of-hospital. You are reading and researching and looking up childbirth classes. You are reading birth stories and finding forums online for support from moms who have been-there-done-that.

Now where is Dad in this picture?

Here is what Daddy can do to help you prepare (I will make another post of during labor helpful type things).

1. Be positive. This is the biggie. Mom needs to stay positive, and the person who she is counting on to support her (you!) needs to be positive too.
2. Help her feel beautiful and strong. Tell her. Often. Every day. Repeat as necessary. Feeling confident that her body is awesome, head to toe, will help her mental state of the big day.
3. Get the car ready. Before she is 36 weeks, get the bags packed (but ask her what she wants to take) and get the car seat installed. Get the car seat checked too (you can usually go to the fire station or police station, or a baby store. Call around). Then you and mom will both feel better knowing that everything is ready and safe if labor takes you by surprise. And it always does.
4. Read. Read the birth stories. Watch the birth videos she likes. Talk about whatever she wants to talk about in relation to birth. Read the birth book (or at least the dad chapter) that she gives you.
5. If she wants to talk fears, listen. The act of listening is the best thing you can give to her when she wants to voice those fears. After she voices them, do your research. Find out how to help or avoid that situation and let her know that you are there for her.
6. Be proactive. This goes along with #5. If you think of something you want to know about the birth or labor, find out. Ask the midwife or doctor yourself at the next appointment. Read about it. Google it.
7. Go to the appointments with her (if she wants you there). Try not to miss any. If you are there, you know what is going on and being discussed. You can also help her "pregnancy brain" remember specifics. Trust me, pregnancy is real - more blood goes to the baby, so less goes to the brain. You being there will help her remember what she wants to ask and what was said.
8. Go to the birthing classes.
9. TRUST THAT SHE CAN DO IT.

Now trust me, there are many things that you can do for your partner, and there are lots of books about going out to get ice cream or holding her hair while she pukes. But I never found a book that really covered what dad can do to support a NATURAL birth. So the above is what helped me. 

Wake Up Mom...NOW

So...I just want to tell all of you...babies sleeping through the night like angels...it's a myth.

Yes, some nights they sleep...they may sleep many nights in a row. But all of them wake up in the night at one point or another. So please, don't believe any parent who says other wise...they are lying. I promise. You are not alone.

Take my son for instance. You will remember I posted a few months back that he started to sleep through the night all of a sudden, and our co-sleeping ended just as suddenly. (This made me sad by the way...my snuggle bug was very missed). Literally the night he turned 9 months old, he slept in his crib all night for the first time ever.

Well, shortly before his first birthday he has decided this will just not do. At first I was like, okay, he is just in a growth spurt and this will be over in a week or so. A month later, and it seems to be getting worse. It is not just for nursing, he is just waking up.

I don't mind so much, it's just that he doesn't want to do anything. Once nursing is done he will "play nurse" for a while, then he won't lay down. He just wants to sit. He can't come to bed with me because he stays awake and jumps (literally) all over his daddy and I. I can't put him in his crib because then he screams. He just wants to sit. After about a week of this new behavior, I am at my wits end. I don't know what he wants...I just want him to sleep.

My solution so far...take a nap during the day when he does. Very useful.

What? Do you think you are going to get a medal or something?

Natural Birth. No drugs. No epidural. Just you and your body.

When a mother says she wants to do that, one of the many comments thrown out is the above - "You are not going to get a medal...just take the drugs and be comfortable."

You know what. I do want a medal. But not for the birth. The birth was wonderful. The birth was empowering. The birth showed me a side of myself that I have never met before. The birth made a mother out of a girl, a family out of a couple, and brought my son to the other side to meet us face to face. I don't need a medal for that.

However, I think I need a medal for standing up for the OB we saw who laughed at my desire for a natural birth. I deserve a medal for proving to my peers that birth is not trial or a pain, it is a passage. I deserve a medal for fighting my insurance company to cover my midwife. I deserve a medal for standing against the tide of society and doing what was best for my baby, my self, and my family. I deserve a medal for continuing to have the courage to tell my birth story to anyone who will listen and also share my breastfeeding experience.

I think that mothers need to understand that you don't have to be humble about your natural birth. How is the world supposed to know that it was beautiful if you don't tell them? My telling my birth story is not to "hate on" mothers who didn't do it that way. It is not about you. It is not a judgement on you. Why should you get to tell your traumatic birth story to every pregnant woman you meet, like some war story, but I cannot share mine?

2012 UnPaper Challenge!

Alright folks, here is my New Year's resolution:

We are going to UnPaper for 2012.

What is unpaper-ing you ask? Well, it is basically what it sounds like. You try to eliminate excess paper usage from your home. For most people the easiest way to do this is to start with paper towels. Think about it...paper towels are probably the most wasteful (and most easily replaced) paper product in our homes. You use them clean up the counter or stove, to wipe or dry your hands. You can easily replace that with cloth.

Many people love to use old prefolds, Gerber birdseye flats (you can get those super cheap), old t-shirts, cheap washcloths (like the 10 packs at Target or WalMart), and many other cotton fabrics. You can even purchase special sets of unpaper towels from sellers on etsy that snap together and can go on a paper towel holder.  I am going to be using some of the cheap washcloths, some Gerber flats, and eventually getting around to making some "pretty" ones for when guests come over to use just for napkins. Any cotton fabric will work, for many a "pretty" set would be made of a nice print flannel on one side, and a terry cloth on the other. I personally love micro-terry (like what baby towels are made of).

The next step for many is to use cloth wipes in the bathroom. Some people are weirded out by this, but it is a logical next step, especially if you are already dealing with cloth diapers. Many people still keep toilet paper in the house for guests or for really um...messy...bathroom visits. Basically you would keep a basket of wipes near the toilet, either pre-moistened with a wipe solution or with a squirt bottle to wet them before use. We are going to start slow on this goal, using them mostly for "number 1s" and going from there.

Other ways to cut down on paper is to buy things that are packaged with a minimum of waste, using "mama cloth" (washable cloth pads), cloth diapering, and generally cutting down on paper use in your printer and other places. Save your paper and put your grocery list on your phone as a memo.

If you have any tips or want to join, please comment below! 

A year of breastfeeding!

As of my son's birthday (yesterday) we made it to a year of breastfeeding. We are still going strong and I have no intention of weaning him any time soon, but our official goal was a year.

Through the tough early days, the many nights of nursing a wiggly baby, all the way to the toddler antics and gymnastics, I knew that we would make it to a year. We set a goal and reached it.

I would like to thank the midwife and supporting cast who made sure that he was nursing within minutes of being born. I would like to thank my husband in a huge way...he was there to encourage and tell me how proud he was (and tell other people too!). I would also like to thank every mom who breastfeeds, every mom I have seen nurse in public, and every wonderful comment I have gotten about it. It erases the bad comments/looks I have gotten from a few random people.

If anyone has questions about breastfeeding...please send them my way. I would love to help another mother reach her goal.

The Full Birth Story of my Son

This is the story of August’s Birth, both from what I wrote a few days after and what I am adding from memory as of his first birthday. The “added” parts will be [in brackets].

Well August – you are here! You were born on December 29^th, 2010 at 2:57pm. You weighed 6lbs 1oz and were 19 inches long. As I write this, you are laying on the bed in front of me, yawning and looking so heavenly.

On the 28^th, we went in for our midwife appointment. Though I was 2cm dilated and about 70% effaced, she said not to worry, that I wouldn’t be going into labor any time soon…well your daddy and I went into Orlando after the appointment and walked around IKEA [I really wanted the Swedish meatballs, and it was our favorite place to walk. We were at IKEA for about 2 hours.] and the Florida Mall [we were there for about another two hours]. My back was hurting more than usual but I just thought it was because of all the walking. [Now that I look back on it, I had to stop walking often, every few minutes. I was in early labor and thought I was just having back spasms again. Little did I know.]

We came home and had dinner [pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, and broccoli, which I cooked] and turned in early. I was very excited about the baby shower the next day. Around 10pm, I started to have contractions, mostly in my lower back. At first I thought it was nothing [more back spasms, which were off and on all evening] but I had timed them anyway. They were lasting about one minute and were about 10 minutes apart. That is the pattern of early labor! I let your dad sleep since I knew he would need it later, and I tried to sleep as well [I was hoping that this would just go away, since I wanted to go the baby shower the next day]. I was woken up at 2:30am with stronger contractions.

I lay in bed and timed those contractions for about an hour. Lasting one minute and only 5 minutes apart – active labor! I decided to go to the bathroom and maybe a shower before waking your dad [Again, I was hoping it would go away. I knew that to make sure it wasn’t a “false alarm” that I could go the bathroom, have some water, and take a shower or bath and see if it died down]. I got to the bathroom and my water broke [Everywhere, movie style]! I carefully walked back to the bedroom and woke David – it was time to go. Luckily your dad thought ahead and already had your bag and mine in the car. [We also got towels for the car, since I was still leaking fluid every time I had a contraction.] We stopped for some Gatorade [Mommy Power Juice!] and hit the road.

The midwife Michelle Gawne was surprised to see us in labor – she had just had our appointment that day. By the time we got there the contractions were about 3 minutes apart and lasting 30 seconds to a minute each [I would say that the car ride was the most uncomfortable part since I couldn’t move or sway with each one. I plugged into my HypnoBirthing and just zoned out totally while your dad drove and called the family]. I was checked for dilation – I was about 6cm I think, and then I got into the Jacuzzi tub. [I also had an IV line put in just long enough to get some medicine in for GBS to protect you just in case, but they put it in pretty fast and then took the line out…Mommy hates needles and IVs.]It was about 4:40am. Your Grandma Michelle got there about 30 minutes later. While your dad and I worked through the contractions we listened to soft music [Lots of Cory Smith, Jewel, Counting Crows, and others from our favorite soft rock groups] and the HypnoBirthing CD [which we had practiced with every night since about the sixth month of the pregnancy]. I was able to stay calm and quiet for most the labor and birth because your dad was such a calming presence. [Your dad was the only person who could tell when I was having a contraction for most of the labor] I had to get in and out of the tub a few times because I was getting too hot, but you were just fine. [Fun fact, the way that I helped to zone out during contractions got more interesting as time went on. Eventually I was having your dad pour cold water slowly down my face during each one. Don’t know why…but it felt perfect.]

At around 10am, things started to get more intense. You were trying to start moving down and I was almost fully dilated. I was in and out of the tub a few more times to try other positions to help you move down. [I really lost track of time, we were in labor at the birth center for about 11-12 hours, but it felt like only a couple of hours to me – I just sort of zoned out.]

I am not sure what time it was, but I started to feel a lot of pressure…that was you moving down into the birth canal. I began to feel the urge to push.  I moved all around. I used the birth stool (not my favorite), the ball, standing, hands and knees on the bed. You would not move down for anything. We figured out that you were stuck at the pubic bone, and tried some more moving. After what seemed like a lifetime, we decided to quickly flip me from hands and knees to laying down flat on my back. With that quick movement - I could feel you make that last turn and start to crown! At this point the crowning/pushing felt like a lifetime. [I only pushed for 15-20 minutes, so it was definitely not a lifetime]. Your dad held my hand and supported my right leg while I started to really push you out. Feeling your little head gave me the power to get you into my arms. It was not the most comfortable feeling in the world, but it wasn’t pain. It was intense and too much to wrap my mind around. I sort of went into some other part of me and knew what to do [The way I would describe it is that my “wild woman” came out and took care of business]. You started your way out and I called for you. It was the most powerful moment I have ever felt. I yelled for you and held out my arms for you. They laid you on my chest and I loved you with every fiber of my being. [You stayed there on my chest for over an hour. Your father and I just admired you and you had your first meal at my breast only minutes after coming into the world. No one poked you, rubbed you, cleaned you, messed with you, until we got our time to meet each other and have a calm hour to ourselves. It was bliss. I cannot even imagine someone taking you from my arms at that time, and I am so glad that we were with a midwife and not in a hospital where they would have taken you away to “check you” before we got our time. You were not removed from my arms or your fathers for about 3 hours after your birth. Those first moments of your life, when we just breathed each other in and gazed at each other are moments that changed my life forever.]



Please ignore the really glamorous hair/face...I had just given birth. :)



It seems that we waited so long for you, and now I can’t believe you are here! I look at you and see a miracle – a little piece of your father and I’s love in the most adorable package. I love you August and I always will, more than you will ever know.

Love, Your mom

WTF of the day...

Two WTFs really.

1) A good male friend of mine told me that I am the only woman he has meet (ever) that breastfeeds her child. WTF my town is messed up.

2) He told me that at a local hospital, the OB told his son's mother not to breastfeed (after she said she wanted to) because it will give her breast cancer. WTF WTF WTF....and for good measure....WTF. What do they learn in medical school? And this doc was young, in his thirties...not from the "formula 50's" era.

This is why I actually talk more to men about breastfeeding than anyone else in my life. They have to understand it and know it is normal before they can support the wives/mothers in their life. My husband's support has helped me so much in getting over the few rough patches of breastfeeding.

Away for the weekend

Finally, we are going to be getting out of this little town for the weekend.

I honestly don't know why I ever thought I would settle in this place again...I am ready to run. I hated it as a teen, and I hate it now. I live in a place with no McDonalds, no SuperWalMart (not that I shop there, but just to show you how civilization has not touched this place), and no where that sells organic anything. I have to drive an hour away to get any of those things.

Okay, complaining over...for now.

Anyway we are going out of town this weekend and will be staying with my Mother-in-law (who I actually love). We are also going to to try to see an afternoon movie on Saturday, just the hubby and me. We have not had a date in forever.

Once I get back from the weekend, I am going to be taking a placement test for a work-from-home job. I really hope that I do well and get the job. A second income, even if it is not a whole lot, will really help us be more comfortable and give us some breathing room.

Have a lovely weekend everyone.

Can I have one please?



Fountain in Italy

 Santa, I would like one of these for my front yard. I would like one in every town, in the major shopping center, or in the middle of the mall. I would like for every mother to see this. I would like for every artist to take in the beauty and create more of it.

A nursing mother is a wonderful, beautiful image. The abundance that a woman creates is magic. Maybe if more mothers, girls, and families saw something like this, nursing rates would be better in the United States. Milk production, otherwise known as lactation, is not something to hide. It is not shameful. It should not be put in the category as the other excrement of the body. This is not "bathroom" material, this is food for babies. The natural, normal food for babies.

I posted this to my Facebook as well. I hope that it makes someone smile, giggle, blush, or even get mad. I want the world to see nursing, mommy milk, and lactation in general as normal and beautiful.

(And for the record, this picture did make me giggle. I love it.)

Almost Walking, Football, and Thanksgiving

Well our little man is almost walking. He takes a step at a time, pauses, and drops to the floor or grabs onto something. He does not like to hold our hands and walk...he is like "Dude, I can crawl faster...let me down." Our wonderful little boy is however doing chin-ups on our baby gates though, which are taller than him. Thank God we invested in strong, attached to the wall types.

Every Saturday at our house is football day...and I mean all day. Now, please don't get me wrong, I love College ball (Go Florida!), but watching random games all day is a bit much. But don't try to tell my husband that.

A's first Thanksgiving was great and he ate like a horse. We let him sort of go wild and he really did...and was put right into the bath afterwards. :) Cooking for so many people was a bit stressfull, but I enjoyed it. Just wish that I could not get behind every year. Those turkeys never want to finish in a timely manner.

We are going to start decorating for Christmas this week and next, and I think we are getting a tree over the weekend. We have to get a real tree (I'm a stickler for a real tree) and I think we may get like an eight foot one. Yay!

An update and the Musings about Becoming a Midwife

Oh goodness. Life is moving at such a pace. Our little boy is 9 months old now and let me tell you, he never stops moving. I can not turn my back for a second or he is into something or finding some lonely piece of fuzz on the floor to eat, or trying to turn off the cable box. We invested $200 in baby gates that are way beyond baby proof just to give me piece of mind to go to the restroom.

Our house is moving along at a snails pace now. We got about half the painting done and now we are at a stand still. I think we will paint the kitchen next, but we haven't bought the paint yet. We were about to, but then the hubby decided he didn't want to get it from Wal-Mart, he wanted to get it from Lowes, and well, the process just sort of stopped there.

I am really looking into beginning to contact local midwives so that I can find out my steps to becoming a midwife in this area. I really do not have access to a school near me that teaches midwifery, and we can not move to be near one (we just got done moving!). So really I want to look into doing a traditional apprenticeship (which takes about 6 years). I do have classes that I can take at the famous "Farm" (Ina May Gaskin's place) which is only an hour or so from here. At the very least that could be a starting point and then I could try to find a midwife to take me on.

I think that most of family thinks I'm nuts, and honestly I wonder if I am. I have a young baby and I really want to have more within the next 3 years and beyond (we want 4 total). However, looking at a six year run, I should start now. I was planning to become a doula to "tide me over" till I became a midwife, but I am ready to jump in. My calling feels strong and I just know that this is what God meant for me to do. So God, I am listening, promise. Just help me figure out how to go about finding a midwife crazy enough to take me on, or at least meet with me.

Family

Why is it that when we become adults we assume we can do this on our own?

Granted, when it was only my husband and I we had things under control. Living far from home was exciting and wonderful. We could visit when we wanted but had our space, our own city, our own state.

Then we started a family. From the moment I saw the positive I wanted my mom and dad. I never really envisioned having a family without them. I miss them so much my stomach hurts and I want to cry at sappy commercials.

I have learned you are never to old for family.

An Introduction

Hello fellow mommas. My name is Samantha, and I am your guide to my crazy life. I have always found an outlet in writing, and I don't think that becoming a mother should change that. However, finding time to write now comes between naps, diapers, and nursing.

I won't go into a huge history of myself, but I will mention what is relevant to my daily life. I have been married to my husband for a bit over two years now, and we had our first child in December. I am still in school, though I have no idea why...I suppose I just don't want to stop going. I take a full-time schedule all online, and between that, my family, and my youth minister job, I stay rather busy.

As far as our child-raising bits and bobs...we cloth diaper, baby-wear, co-sleep, exclusively breastfeed, and practice attachment parenting. I might end up homeschooling our children, but I hope that we can find a way to send them to private school.

My basic reason for starting this blog is to have an outlet, but I hope that it can become more than that. I hope to share my life in a special way, with all the other moms out there. I know that being a SAHM can feel like a bubble...a bubble filled with baby laughter and joy, but also sometimes with loneliness and headaches. I am going to try to be as honest and open as possible in this documentation of our daily life. My only request is that people comment, I love to share thoughts and ideas and hope to reach out in a real way.