Preparing for Birth is like preparing to climb Mount Everest, but with much more chance of success and a lot more warmth! When climbing Everest, a Sherpa is an essential part of your team. They know the landscape, the climate and remain calm and alert. In Birth, a doula is like a sherpa. The doula is familiar with the location, the people and the physiology, remaining calm and alert, guiding and supporting you.
Why do we do as we are told, even if it seems ridiculous, if we perceive them to have authority? Dr Chris and Dr Xand set up an experiment (probably based on the Milgram Experiment).After seeing this segment whilst my children watched the Operation Ouch program, I was prompted to look into this phenomenon when it comes to …
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Birthing is not innate, Not in this Modern World Our instincts may be masked and crushed We may find ourselves being processed Our questions being hushed. For many women birth is something they Survive A life event without honour or joy It is enough to just get through with a healthy girl or boy. For …
Many women don’t seem to realise they CAN question the doctor, let alone seek another opinion or change care providers. As a society we have been groom to unquestionably trust the doctor. This patriarchal model of medical care works very efficiently, and assumes everyone has the same values, needs and abilities. This patriarchal model places …
There once was a self-declared expert and leader Who took on the role of information feeder He feed us the news As we sat in our pews Believing he was the bullshit weeder. Not the best limerick, granted…but it expresses my feelings right now. That my feelings are in limerick form highlight the ridiculousness of …
I love a fire engulfed Country A land of drought stricken plains, Of burnt out mountain ranges And no hope of rains, I love her smoke screened horizon And lack of empathy A Country focused on ‘Terror’ This hot, dry land for me.
The elephant in the room flashed with a neon light A glaring glow, a warning of a plight. Ignored so long, in the florescent gloom, hidden in plain sight, The elephant watched quietly, all through the night. The elephant observed an awful lot of fright, The cries for help, for relief, from contractions that bite. …
No point in planning for your birth, no point, no point at all! You’ll only be disappointed when all your plans do fall. No point in lowering your expectations, which are far too high, Better to have none at all, and to not even try. Defeated from the very first, your dignity at the door, …
I was talking to someone about ‘birth disappointment’ the other day, and was told “women should not have such high expectations! Honestly women these days are just so fragile”. I took a deep breath before responding. If a healthy woman is expecting a ‘normal birth’ that is not a high expectation. That is a reasonable and minimal expectation. It is not ‘fragile’ to be disappointed by a birth that does not met this expectation. For women to lower their expectation […]
She shines, she is full of hope, of wonder, of joy. Then one day she is swept away, on the promise of a boy. A fairytale romance, reality ignored, The Love of One, so adored. She thinks of them Together, a pair, a duo, a team, But things are not always as it would …
