It is 2 years today since my Mum had a heart attack at aged 51. None of us saw it coming, but it changed everything and our world as we knew it.
She called me this morning and I missed it and when I rang back, the phone rang a little longer than normal. By the time she answered, I had thought about the anniversary (if you can call it that) of her heart attack and how I might mark the day.
We spoke briefly about the pickup arrangements and hearing her bright, but breathless voice reminded me of that terrible time and all that has happened since.
It also served as a nudge to slow down.
When I hung up the phone, I took a long breath (the type I teach in my classes) and I drank in the sight of my boys just carelessly pottering around.
We gathered ourselves slowly and gently (just like my Mum did with me when I was little) and as such, we were out the door with minutes to spare.
By the time my Mum arrived, the boys were half way down the path – running to her open arms. Noah is not a big cuddler...
I suspect that my boys are more interested in pregnancy and childbirth than the average 2 and 6 year olds, which is probably a lot to do with my job and their exposure to various birthing videos and stories etc.
It’s something I’m really proud of and I’ve always tried to be open and honest about where babies come from and how they make their way earth-side; they are under no illusion that there are two possible exits, one being the vagina – and yes I use the word vagina.
So their interest means that they ask a lot of questions about their own journey in to the world. Flyn loves hearing the story about how he poo’d all over me when he arrived on our sitting room floor and it doesn’t matter how many times he hears the tale, his enthusiasm never wanes.
I love the stories too and each time I relive it like it was yesterday. The difficulty is when Noah, my first baby wants to hear about his arrival.
I find this challenging and not for the reasons that may have once been so troubling, but becau...
It's a year on and I'm writing this on the eve of baby Oscar's 1st Birthday and in celebration of Sarah's Birthing Day!
It seems quite fitting as I also happen to be 'on call' for a lovely couple who have sailed past their guess date and are having many of the same feelings of urgency to meet their baby!
This was the gorgeous testimonial Sarah shared...
Myself and my husband Tom started with Ashley in January this year I was 26 weeks (or so) pregnant. She had been highly recommended by another friend who'd had her first baby Hypnobirthing and homebirthing, she couldn't applaud all her hard work and
amazing teachings enough.
Learning about Hypnobirthing doesn't have to mean you must have a home birth, it gives you the tools and skill set to be able to do the most amazingly hard and fulfilling job in the world, pregnancy, labour and birth!!
Ashley taught me and Tom how to overcome fears and concerns instilled from our last experience with our son, Sebastian and gave us education ab...
There’s nothing like a big, beautiful pregnant tummy to open up conversation, even the uninvited type! If you have been happily preparing for your birthing day and feeling pretty positive, the last thing you want is someone coming along and pi*sing on your parade,
so how can you keep the positive vibe alive?
My belief is that every woman should be able to birth their baby, wherever, whenever and however they choose full stop; your body, your baby, your birth!
Aside from the fact that this is a basic human right, I believe this because I know how difficult it is to keep that positive momentum in the face of adversity. Assumptions made about birth choices that perhaps fall out of the ‘norm’ shouldn’t be assumed to be selfish or unsafe even.
There are simply no guarantees with anything, including a well researched, well prepared birthing Mama, however – when you grow and nurture a small person for 40+ weeks for anyone to suggest that the safety of your baby is not paramount to you is a reall...