Monday, 29 August 2011

Trust Power and Courage


TRUST POWER AND COURAGE
This is what free birthing is to me

Free birthing is done by all beings on this planet except a percentage of humans!

The term free birth or unassisted birth is a title given to a way of birthing where no formal medical assistance is utilised, with no Doctor or registered midwife. It is the natural and majority way of all beings, some humans have the choice to birth with medical guidance and intervention and some don’t. Some don’t want to.

There is a bit of (not all that much) info on this style on the net and even some books. I don’t advocate for one way or another.

But would like to share a little bit of my experience.

In brief I live outside the zone where the only registered midwife who does homebirth in the area would go. So I was on my own unless prepared to move closer to town or another area. I considered all my options including a birthing clinic in Goa India run by a German midwife and a parked van down the road from an ambulance station or hospital…

But no I didn’t wont to go anywhere. Most advantages of a homebirth don’t apply if you are not actually at home.

I thought about how in my husbands family linage there has never been a birth done outside the home except when birth happened in the wild or on the road between nomad tents. His mother who was a birth assistant to many told him stories of women who would go out herding yaks and come back with a babe, this was fairly norm.

So anyway I had his support and my mothers both had been to my daughters homebirth.  Of course I combated A LOT of negative vibes about it, but I knew I could trust my body to birth and well I am brave its true.

So you may ask weren’t you worried! What if something goes wrong...?
Well what if… I was prepared as best I could my birth kit overflowed with remedies and equipment id ordered from here there and everywhere. I had a medical grade Doppler, a birth pool, homeopathics, herbs, fetoscope clamps, suction, white boards with hand written instructions, ambulance cover, a pair of comfy Birkenstocks, weeks of simulated practice, months of research and study, a year of nursing at uni, donations for practice on my behalf to every known Buddhist temple my contacts could get to. Good Divinations and positive dreams.

And yes I was a little nervous until my water broke and then I just flowed as you do unless you are fighting the river. The river got rough at times and blah blah blah most of you have birthed and if you haven’t no one can really total explain how it is. So was there a moral to the story no. Would I do it this way again yes? 

In short I am proud of my body, my husband, my mother and my baby. Im proud of myself I feel more capable and powerful and self-sufficient. I know id feel totally different if the outcome wasn’t what it was a health beautiful yummy baby.

A windy ramble by me
as everyone was busy during the labour I have no photos to share... bummer hay. but heres one from after

Moments of Monday



Today started of as all days should with a yoga class


Dakini joined in.
after the class she spoke of flying through the clouds in the relaxation part
Cool!
We went home



The rest of the day was inside on account of natures relapse into winter,
its a good excuse to knit by the fire even the plants got to keep warm


We hung up, around and upside down, drank lemon tea and did nothing much





It was a very nice day



Thursday, 25 August 2011

On the meditation cushion




My daughter Dakini has been hard work lately she’s had a lot of changes in the last few months with a new baby in the house. Generally she’s high energy and usually a lot of fun, but we started to notice that she rarely initiates quite time. So we asked our Nun friend Ani Kunsang if she would give Dakini weekly meditation classes. 


So today Dakini had her first formal sit on the cushion and a look at her mind, Ani Kunsang even gave Dakini a meditation cushion to take home for her new 5 minutes a day meditation routine. Amazingly when we got home about 2pm She put her self to bed for a nap this is a interesting reaction, as she hasn’t had a day sleep in years. 


I’m all for introducing some meditation, yoga and 
guided visualisation into her life. I remember the experiences I had when I was a kid being included in yoga classes my mum taught. I can still remember vividly my first meditation experience I must have been around 7. These skills have remained with me and are usually what I turn to in challenging times. I hope that it will benefit her in some ways also.


Monday, 22 August 2011

Moments of Monday



Photos from my day




On the way to the letter box 2km round trip



                                                                   To find a box of
                                                                        BOOKS
and  spring  underway!

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Sunshine on Sunday!


It was a perfect day for opening up to each moment, after days of cold cloudy weather, the golden sun appeared. We all embraced the light savoring the beauty and warmth as we did our craft by the windows.

Our morning ritual for the last week has been to check out our new word given to us by big pictures classes Summer Festival, print out our template and proceed to decorate our page with a completely unrelated theme, enjoyable enough. Iv already sneaked a peak at tomorrows word… which is NEST and given by one of my favorite bloggers Emily over at *E*. I’m hoping tomorrow will have some more of this sunshine nectar to contemplate my nesty word with.

Friday, 19 August 2011

How it begins

It all began when I was pregnant, you see it often takes a pregnancy for me to change my directions, to start something new or resume something id let go of.
Pregnancy for me is one giant epiphany. A few months into my 2nd pregnancy I entered an unfamiliar zone. I found myself knitting, felting, sewing, milking a cow twice a day, I wove baskets and rugs, I painted rooms, and gardened, I attributed it to the baby growing inside, thinking this babe is surely going to be a arty one.
So this cloud of creativity that had me knitting socks, making paneer, and quilting got some interesting reactions. My father called me a traditionalist, my mother exclaimed you make quilts, disbelief oozing from her eyeballs, and my husband who is an efficient Tibetan Buddhist said what a samsara thing to do. My baby boy is 3 months old today and my creative energy hasn’t dissipated at all.

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