Healthy Moms Blog
When considering the differences between my births in England, India and Canada, in the most important way there were no worthy differences to mention. I had access to wonderful medical care in each case. Experienced midwives and doctors attended the births and emergency care was close by if needed. This is an enormous contrast to the birth experience of hundreds of millions of women around the world who have no access to medical care and no access to safe deliveries,
When thinking about my own birth experiences I can’t help but think about some of the very memorable births I’ve attended during my missions with Doctors Without Borders.
One of the hardest things, when it comes time for the holiday season, is finding a balance between old and new, or between mourning those who aren't with you, and celebrating with those who are. Losing someone you love is never easy, and the circle of life goes on no matter what you have planned, which means that sometimes you have to live in a contradiction of feelings. This Christmas has been exactly that, for me and my family.
The first months of Payton’s life were also the last months of my father-in-law’s. The starkness of that contrast continues to weigh on our hearts, especially as we experience the holidays with her this year. While we rejoice in all of our daughter’s firsts, and enjoy every moment she shares with us, we also mourn the loss of her Nono, whom she will never know.
Christmas is in two days? What!? The weeks leading up to the holidays can be filled with more sugar, more parties, and more excitement for your children, and that can lead to some serious holiday stress, not just for them, but for you, too! The challenge to keep from ruining your little one’s sleep, while still managing to have an enjoyable time celebrating is a big one, but don’t worry–it’s possible.
Here are a few tips to make sure your child is sleeping when Santa comes down the chimney:
As a midwife who has delivered over 1000 beautiful babies to incredible women across the world, I’m sure it would come as no surprise that I had a very clear vision for my own births.
That vision looked something like this: music from our favourite pianist providing soothing tones during contractions, candle lighting, supported by the people I love the most, breathing my way through the contractions in water with a roaring log fire in one corner of the room at my parent’s family home.
Ok, perhaps I was asking a little too much. In truth, I knew that absolute perfection in birth is rarely a reality.