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Hellena Post - Creatrix

I've tried on so many uniforms and badges that now I'm just me - mother of 8 children and all that entails, flowmad, and human animal parent. Writer of this living book of a blog, philosopher, and creatrix of hand dyed and spun crocheted wearable art. I gave up polite conversation years ago, and now I dive into the big one's.....birth, sex, great wellness, life, passion, death and rebirth.


Showing posts with label flinders. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

How to work towards an empowered caesarean Part 3





This is the letter I wrote to Flinders Hospital, or more specifically, the people present at my caesarean.......


Friday, 5 December 2008

Flinders Medical Centre
Att:Names of the 11 people present are kept out for reasons of privacy

Dear people.

On the 28th of November, my partner, daughter, and 2 midwives came into Flinders after giving a homebirth a serious but safe go, and you all assisted us tremendously by performing an emergency Caesarean. As it happened, there was no way in the world that a homebirth could have happened, as my baby’s cord was around his neck, and he was ‘leashed’ high in my uterus by the placenta. If we were living in a place without medical facilities, the chances are that my baby and I would have died without this procedure. For which you have my deep and profound thanks. And I honour the work and study that you all have done, that enabled you to perform this process quickly, safely, and with such wonderful respect and people skills.

As you may have noticed from reading my birthing plan, I was a bit of a homebirthing nazi before this experience, and as with a lot of humans, I had to have a different experience that affected me directly, in order for me to change my judgements and opinions. Incidentally, I’m also in the process of writing a book about birth, sex, and death, that I now believe would have been seriously one eyed and unbalanced, had I not had this experience.

I don’t know whether you all would be aware of it or not, but there is a large body of information on homebirths, ‘freebirths’, and other birthing alternatives, coming from alternative midwives, blogs, the internet, and books. Believe it or not, ( I was quite surprised! ) some of the largest advocates of unassisted births are members of the religious right, who believe that doctors, midwives, and doula’s all get in the way of how God intended babies to be born, which is into their fathers hands, after the mother and father helped the baby come naturally into birth through sexual acts. And yes, you could have knocked me over with a feather when I stumbled on that particular sect of birthing lore as well!!

I also read a lot of Sarah J. Buckley, a Queensland doctor who has had 4 homebirths and 2 lotus births, and has published many essays on the natural hormonal process of birth. She highlights how as mammals, we have a cocktail of hormones within us that is released during the birth process, if we behave as other mammals behave, and find a dark, quiet, unobserved spot where we feel safe, and keep out of our logical brains and trust to our mammal instincts. And I read a book about Lotus birth by Shivam Rachana, a Melbourne midwife.

There’s also Grantly Dick-Read, the father of the ‘natural birthing’ movement, and Leboyer, who championed reverence around birth in relation to the baby’s needs, and Michel Odent who started the water birthing movement, and writes often about gentle birthing. Not to mention the more well known authors Sheila Kitzinger and Janet Balaskas, who write about active birthing and taking an empowered role in birth Deepak Chopra also has a lot to say about gentle natural births, and has even created a birthing centre in America, where lots of work is done pre birth, during the experience, and afterwards, to create a conscious, gentle experience.

And of course my beliefs have also been shaped by my personal experiences. My first daughter was born in Katoomba hospital with a midwife, my personal doctor and my mother, and was a birth reflecting my little amount of knowledge on natural birthing. My waters were broken, I had pethidine, and it was a shock. 9 years later after meeting the love of my life we decided to birth in a hospital because we didn't know much about the options. I lounged in the spa bath, had my partner, mum, 2 support friends and the midwife on duty, we played music and the midwife thought we were having a party more than a birth, I had a bit of gas, and when I was only 8 cms dilated the midwife went off to get her machines and prepare for a birth she thought was going to be a while longer, and while she was out of the room my son's head crowned (he was born in his sac) and was born before she got back in the room. The first thing I said was “That was so easy”. With my 3rd birth we decided to try a homebirth, had a totally easy and natural birth in a birthing pool in my mothers loungeroom, with 3 midwives and my other children around. Knowing now how well I birthed, when my 4th child was on the way, we bought a house in Peterborough and were going to have an unassisted birth, but before my 4th child was born I met Rosey, and she kept in touch and offered me support. Now Rosey is a magical midwife, and after her 30 years of experience she has a large amount of instinct and intuition, so when I went into labour she already knew, and was most of the way on the 250 km drive to our house. She came into our birthing space and made everything safe and had all contingencies catered for, calmly and knowledgeably held the space for us, and when my daughter was born into the birthing pool, she gave me the huge gift of letting me be the first person to collect my baby from the water, which was incredible. As I sat there just having birthed, holding my baby in my arms, it occurred to me that I was the one who would find out what gender my baby was, and I could take as little or as long as I liked. It was incredible. We didn't leave the house for a month as we had a 'baby moon', we performed a lotus birth, and the oxytocic wash of love and bonding that surrounded our family was one of the most amazing and transformative events of my life.

My birthing knowledge has also been influenced by the incredible dedication and advocacy of local midwives, notably Rosey Vaher and Lisa Barrett, who are constantly trying to make options, possibilities, and realities available for local women, that encompasses both medical and homebirthing options, depending on necessity, reality, desire, and ability. These two women more than anyone else I know, are trying to make the paths between the medical and homebirthing models easier for their clients and everyone else involved, and to bring the focus from what either the medical or homebirthing fraternities believe to be ‘true’, to what is right for the family, mother and child, in every individual situation. I was fortunate to have these two women at the homebirthing part of this birth, as well as with me at the hospital, and they ensured my safety, as well as informed me of my realistic options when it became clear that this baby wouldn’t be born at home. I originally only booked Rosey to be my midwife, but when it became clear that this baby was in a breech position, and may have even been two babies, we asked Lisa to be a part of our homebirth as well, to ensure complete care, safety, and two valuable opinions. To have the continuity of Rosey being at home with me, and then being allowed into theatre made the world of difference as well. As someone who understood what was happening medically as well as knowing me personally, she could translate the events in a way that kept me feeling informed and acknowledged, and continues to do so as part of my after birth care as well..

As you may well imagine, in a lot of the books I’ve read about birth, Caesareans are described as traumatic and often damaging to both mother and child, as well as vastly over performed by a litigation fearing medical establishment. There’s much made of the possible complications and negative side effects, as well as a medical institution that only considers the birth in it’s medical terminology, and not the spirituality, confidence, attitudes and well being of the mother and child before, during and after the event.

And also as you may well imagine, as I was on my way to Flinders for what I guessed was going to be a Caesarean, having painful contractions out of the water that I love to birth in, into the ‘den of iniquity’ as described by much of my reading, I was absolutely terrified. It seemed all my fears had been wrapped up into one experience, and I was to face them all at the same time.

Imagine how incredibly grateful and overjoyed I was to encounter people smiling at me from the minute I came to Flinders, and how thrilled I was at how quickly the whole process was enacted. At the professional, informative, and respectful attitudes I came across in all the health professionals we dealt with, and how incredibly relieved I felt when the pain was stopped and it was nowhere near as bad as I’d thought it would be, in fact, not bad at all. Everyone of you who was in the room was friendly, told me exactly what you’d be doing, treated me gently, respected my wishes in all the details, helped me to have a lotus birth, told me all the details I needed to make an informed decision, and were graceful as you went about your jobs. For which I again want to offer the hugest gratitude I can muster.

And I’m also profoundly thankful that this experience happened before I went about publishing my book, as there is obviously a huge role and place for western medicine in birthing emergencies, and I realise now I had huge judgements about it, that would have been damaging to many women who went through similar situations to mine, and who would have been hurt and felt judged by my hardline attitudes. I was a homebirthing nazi, and now I believe I have a more well rounded opinion about all birthing options, and how we can access them and remain empowered, informed, and conscious.

I’m deeply grateful that my son and I are alive, and it’s thanks to you all that we are. And I realise now that I did get the perfect birth that I was after, but just not in the way that I thought it would be before it happened. I feel empowered not belittled by my experience, and I’m finding it interesting bumping up against attitudes similar to what mine were about Caesareans in the broader community. I intend to continue to tell my story to any who are interested, and describe the process and all of your actions in glowing terms. In my circles, Caesareans are often described as failures, horrific events, and in saddened tones. People don’t quite know what to do when I say that I had a perfect birth, and that the experience was amazing and empowering. As an unexpected and wonderful side effect, a few women who previously thought there must have been something wrong with them for their need to have a Caesarean, are reconsidering that notion, now that an ‘earth mother’ homebirther like me on her 5th birth had one!

As you're probably aware, there's a lot of debate at the moment about midwives and homebirthing, and I hope that you'll all keep in mind this story, as you enter discussions and decisions about homebirthing midwives and women's and families choices in birth. Having the continuous care of my homebirthing midwife also coming into the hospital with me, definitely eased my mind and helped me feel safer. And I'm certain that being left to a naturally induced labour, and spending a large amount of the birthing time at home, helped this experience to be a positive one, rather than the disempowered and horrific experience that many women feel on having a caesarean.

Also, in the year since my caesarean, I've found out some interesting things, mainly because for the first few months I experienced a mild form of post natal depression. Now I'm aware that what I'm about to talk about may be a very different paradigm of reality than what you all work within, but with the advancements of Quantum Physics and all the information coming to light about how much a person's thought affects their reality and physical health, I ask you to suspend cynicism and just go with me on this one for a minute. When I got sick of fighting with my partner and feeling perpetually angry and wondering why I'd birthed babies for years and never experienced an after period like this before, I self diagnosed Post Natal Depression from the Edinburgh Scale, and then started seeking treatment by alternative practitioners. I was fortunate to find Russel Smith, and Ayurvedic masseuse, and Andrea Hart, an accupuncturist, who between them pieced together the story for me. As Russel informed me caesareans by the very nature of the cut (there's no judgement in this by the way, I understand that it's the only safe place to cut, and I KNOW that this operation is neccesary and life saving), cut through a major meridian in the body, and the results of this, produce symptoms incredibly close to post natal depression. And I found this information further fleshed out by Andrea Hart, who told me that where the spinal goes in, is a place that accupuncturists never go near, as that point is one that locks off all power to the lower body. Again, no judgement in that statement, as power and sensation in the lower body need to be dulled to perform the operation, but the effects last longer than those of the anasthetic. And again, the effect on the body and psyche of these points being cut and having needles in them, are the same as the effects of postnatal depression.

I felt instantly relieved on finding this all out, as I could stop blaming myself for being an lesser mother than I had been, and realised why it was all happening. I also found their treatments helped me tremendously on the path to healing, and am now completely recovered. As accupuncturists are now covered by medicare to be present at births, (funny that this comes at a time when homebirthing midwives may not), this information may be handy for you when dealing with women who are having or have had caesareans and aren't feeling tip top.

Incidentally, I've also recently discovered Ethnopediatrics, and am supported in my beliefs of co-sleeping and attachment parenting as being biologically kind on my babies since reading about it. Some of the nurses in my convalescence in hospital had a bit of a hard time with me not letting my baby go or putting him in a cot It's worth a look at this new science, and very fascinating reading....

I'd best stop before this letter becomes too much of an epic, but I just want to say again, thank you all for being there, and for your thoughfullness, respect, and for giving me and empowered caesarean. From the bottom of my heart, thanks.

Hellena Post, Currawong and family.

Monday, December 28, 2009

How to work towards an empowered caesarean Part 2






On the afternoon of the 27th of November I went into gentle labour, and hung out with Currawong slowly getting ready, resting between expansions, and being gently sexual. Later that night it hotted up and I felt like the baby/ies were gonna come before my midwives even got there. I made Currawong call everyone over, and wake two fellow community members to help him cart water for me. I was riding the expansions like I'd ride an orgasm, and my whole family and midwives and two community members were holding space for me in a totally honourable way. My waters broke while I was in the birthing pool, and the plug popped like a champagne cork against the pool. But I could only get to a certain point, which felt to me like it was just one step behind transition, and could go no further. My beautiful midwives gave me the time and space to come to my own conclusions within safe limits, and also gave me many suggestions about how to birth a breech baby, which it still was, not having miraculously turned at the last minute. It was a beautiful time, a fellow community member stroked my face in the pool and told me that I WAS the goddess, she also fed kids and made sure that everyone was ok. My mum was there gently in the background giving me her rock like support like she always has. All my kids were looking forward to meeting their new sibling. I faced one of my fears – to have expansions out of the water – and found it wasn't that bad. We hung a rope from the ceiling and I bounced on a ball, we walked around outside and did the labyrinth in our back yard. For the first time in my birthing history I masturbated through expansions, and found that this helped a lot. I also got into some raw sex with Currawong hoping this would help things along. My midwives were there the whole time, checking me and my baby/ies, making sure everything was safe.

At around 11 in the morning on the 28th of November, I finally faced the fact that my baby/ies weren't going to come at home, and we had to transfer to hospital. You know how in hindsight things make so much more sense than you thought at the time? Well for the first time in our birthing history Currawong had made a bed with a plastic sheet underneath in our magic bus, and all that was left was to pack a bag and go. That trip down to Flinders hospital was the longest and scariest of my life. Another fear faced. To have to transfer to hospital and be driven whilst in childbirth. One of the midwives came with me to hold my hand while Currawong and my big daughter sat in the front and drove, and another midwife met us there and stayed with my big girl while Currawong and my hand-holding midwife went in.

And from the moment I walked into the hospital, everyone just smiled at me. The front desk person who had been warned I was coming told me how calm I looked and was surprised I'd been in labour for the past 19 hours. Everyone in the halls smiled at me, and we got swept straight away into a room where they gave me gas and found out what details they needed, took off my birthing plan to read, (HA! Oh to have been a fly on the wall when they read THAT one...), and got me ready for the hospital process. The head obstetritian just happened to be available, and this tall strapping fella who reminded me of one of my brothers gave me an ultrasound and described to me respectfully and gently everything he was doing. He told me that I had just the one baby, and that the cord was around his neck with a high placenta, and that the only way he was going to come out into the world without dying was to have a caesarean. It was just as well that he hadn't engaged in the birth canal fully, because the pull would probably have strangled him. By this time I was so profusely greatful that the end was in sight, and that I couldn't have done it on my own, and that they were all THERE and being so sweet to me, that I just thanked him again and again, and everyone else who I came into contact with. Thanked them for being there, thanked them for studying so hard so they knew what to do, and thanked them for helping me. On this amazing slide through the hospital system, I also just happened to be there when the surgery was available, so we went straight in, and I found myself in a room full of smiling people who all introduced themselves to me and told me what their role was. The paediatrician shook my hand and told me that if all went well he wouldn't be touching me or my baby, to which I gave him profound thanks, and the anesthetist looked like a total dude. I thanked them all in as many ways as I could think of, and I think they were a bit surprised (especially after reading my birth plan) at how effusively greatful this strapping hippy earth mother type was being. I even managed to crack a joke when my spine was having a needle put into it and he told me it would feel like an ant bite. “What sort of ant?” I asked in a droll fashion. They all laughed. While all this was happening, the head obstetritian was in the corner on a computer googling 'placenta, lotus birth', and getting ready to be part of his first lotus birth, no questions asked, and no judgement given. My midwife was allowed in which I found out later was NOT the norm, and they seated Currawong next to me and told him he could look at what was happening if he wanted. The midwife who was with me told me later that I'd got the Gold Card treatment, and that she'd never before seen a caesarean where the staff were wanting to stand so close to the mother. I had a hospital midwife behind me, stroking my hair while it was all happening.

Another fear faced – having a caesarean. It was freaky. Made so much less freaky by the respectful and gentle attitudes around me, but freaky nonetheless. From the moment the anasthetic hit me I shook uncontrollably, teeth rattling in my head. Most of it is a bit of a blur because I was so totally focused on the person inside me and when he was going to be in my arms. There was a sheet between them and me, and to this day, the most traumatic part of the whole experience was hearing him cry, and not being able to touch and comfort him instantly. Still. Because I was having a lotus birth, they only held him till my placenta was out, and gave him straight to me then, which was only about 3 minutes, and by all accounts a HUGELY shorter time between birth and arms than most other women having a caesarean experience. And when he was handed to me I only had one arm with which to hold him as the other was strapped down with a drip, and he was laid across my chest with his head on my lips. After gusty screaming during the separation, he laid face down with his hands by the side of his face, and settled down to almost sleep, as soon as my lips touched his head and I murmured a welcome to him. And he didn't leave my arms except for when Currawong or my family held him for about 6 weeks afterwards.

And I'm positive that this experience was so positive BECAUSE I'd birthed as much as I could at home powerfully, sexually and spiritually, doing the labyrinth and the rest and BECAUSE I didn't know what the outcome would be before it happened and I walked into the experience open hearted and expecting the best ( I may have been tempted to book in for a caesarean if I knew before hand that it was the only way he was coming out ), and BECAUSE I'd written such a kick-arse birthing plan before it happened, and BECAUSE I trusted in my body and my life experience and surrendered to the experience. All these factors combined just picked me up on a big beautiful wave that bore me through the whole hospital experience.

Healing took a long time. Gone forever were my illusions about caesareans being an 'easy' option. I went into the hospital a vibrant young woman, and came out middle aged. I had less patience than usual, felt like I'd gone back to my teen years in terms of insecurity and having a low body image, and things that I'd usually let slide made me ravenously angry. In lots of ways I was depressed, insecure, and low. About 5 months down the track I self diagnosed Post Natal Depression from the Edinburgh scale, and at least felt like I had somewhere to start in making it right.

I sought a consultation with Russel, the Ayurvedic Masseuse, and he explained to me that my major meridian had been cut, which resulted in symptoms very close to post natal depression. He also said that the scalpel being steel was a conductor, so whatever energy the surgeon had, or mood they were in, was left as a memory in my body. He gave me a massage and showed me how to arch my fingers over the scar to heal the meridian. And then I was fortunate enough to meet the beautiful Andrea Hart, acupuncturist, who happens to be one of the few acupuncturists in the country who knew about how to heal caesareans, as she'd had one herself when learning. She went on to confirm what Russel said, as well as add to the meridian information the knowledge that where they put spinal needles in caesareans, is a place that acupuncturists never go near, as it locks off the power to the bottom half of your body. Sessions with her helped to restore my 'chi', as well as repair the damage done by the spinal and the cut. I also sought a few sessions with a psychologist, who showed me some ways to help heal my head. But I'd have to say that the best healing occurred when 4 of our children and my mother got whooping cough, all moved into our house, and all needed love. Currawong and I were going through one of the roughest patches we'd had in a long time before whooping cough hit. And realised that whooping cough was all about love and we had to put our fighting in our back pockets. We noticed that the kids got sicker when we fought, and that old saying 'fake it till you make it' proved true. By the time whooping cough was over we were in love again, and because the fear had been so strong, other issues like post natal depression paled into insignificance. On Balthazar's first birthday I realised that I was back to my old self, fit and strong again, and all the issues around a caesarean had abated.

We sat around our home with the people who were at our birth and talked about what had happened, how we realised that the caesarean had taken over Balthazar's birth story, and we hadn't talked about the powerful birthing at home. We reclaimed our home birth, and when Currawong was crying and talking about the most intense part of Balthazar's birth for him – which was driving me safely to the hospital – a tree branch cracked and broke outside our house, and it felt like the experience was released. We realised that we'd all been enriched by the experience, and learnt so much that the whole birth became a valuable nugget of learning. Some of my deepest birthing fears had been faced, and we were all stronger and wiser for the experience. Thank you Balthazar, and thank you my beautiful and strongly loving partner and family, and thank you to our community......

Thursday, November 26, 2009

How to work towards an empowered caesarean Part 1



Around this time last year I was getting well and truly ready to birth. My baby was definitely breech, and my magical midwife thought there might even be two in there, so she'd called in another magical midwife as back up and support. I didn't have any ultrasounds, I was 38 and I'd had 4 other children. 2 in hospital and 2 at home. Such a narrow description of incredibly transformative events, but there you have it. I had faith in my body and my ability to birth, and I had faith in the little person/s inside me, that they'd create the situation they needed to birth into, and all would be well. I'd created a term 'ECO' birthing, which stood for Easy, Comfortable and Orgasmic, and I was busy making nappies from groovy material, pads, and nipple pads. The birthing room was organised, and we weren't far off putting up the pool. Interestingly enough, I'd met three women just before the birth who had all had caesareans, and internally I was smug in my belief that they must have been enculturated to the point that they didn't believe in their bodies enough to birth naturally. I also 'knew' that I was going to have a girl, even though in the beginning I 'knew' it was a boy. My midwife brought me a breech book, and I decided not to read it, as I didn't want to sway my experience, or feed possible problems into my already fertile imagination. I was sure that my baby/ies would turn if they could, even at the last minute. I guess you could say I took the blind faith approach.

My midwife asked me to fill out the details in my orange pregnancy record, and I took great delight in filling out the Birth Plan bit, cause I was sure I wasn't going to end up in hospital, so I took it as an opportunity to write what I REALLY wanted to tell them, rather than think about politics or diplomacy. This is what I wrote. I'll write the documents questions in itallics, and my replies in normal script.

BIRTH PLAN

Birth
Describe the kind of labour and birth you wish to experience (e.g. position, cutting the cord, pain relief).

In water, no internals, no intervention whatsoever unless ABSOLUTELY essential, no drugs whatsoever, no vaccinations after birth, and no cord cutting as we do lotus birthing, no separation from mother at all, no grabbing baby and giving it to me – I can do that myself. Thank-you.....

Cultural or religious needs
Human Animal liberationist, pagan and anarchist, that believes birth is totally natural and best left alone by western medicine.

How you would like to feed your baby
Breast feeding of course!!

Previous pregnancy experiences
4 previous births, all totally stylish, vaginal deliveries. 1st in hospital, with ruptured waters, gas and a shot of pethidine, 2nd hospital in water, unassisted till after born, last 2 homebirths, no drugs, no pain, no tearing, no tears.....also 2 terminations in and amongst it all.


Any other information
Totally healthy woman who births naturally and easily with huge trust and love for her body. No health issues or sensitivities, strong as an ox with huge stamina. Gives birth like the cliché woman in the field, and no problems with breastfeeding and after care. Totally confident and aware of issues and rights.

In the Personal History bit I gave my occupation as a mother, lover, spinster, creatrix, and Currawong's occupation was father, lover, drummer. Then came the...

Social History

Smoking No
Alcohol 1 or 2 stouts, maybe some organic Rose occasionally
Recreational drug use No
Major stressors, life changes or losses No
Relationship issues No – love is wonderful
Family and social supports incredibly close and loving community
Children are healthy and well adjusted
Accomodation issues we live in paradise
Financial issues we always have more than enough
Other thought creates reality

Medical History

Deep venous thrombosis No
Diabetes No
Epilepsy No
Gynaecological problems No
Heart disease No
High blood pressure No
Pre pregnancy blood pressure No
Kidney disease No
Thyroid disorders No
Other nothing – strong and healthy

Mental health History

Anxiety/depression No
Postnatal depression No
Other psychiatric disorders No
Family history of mental health problems No
Emotional issues No – I've worked long and happily on owning my life....

Family history and prenatal diagnostic issues

Diabetes mother and sister have it, mother controls with diet, sister insulin
Heart disease No
High blood pressure No
Genetic disorders/congenital abnormalities No
Other nothing except extreme intelligence

And then in the back bit, in the Pregnancy Issues and management plans, in every section where it said Pregnancy issues I wrote “Totally natural, easy process with no hitches”

You may well say what I wrote was full on, and maybe even a big middle finger up to western medicine. I just thought I was writing my truth, not being intimidated by forms, and saying it how it was.