Candace Walsh

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Guest Blogger Simone Snyder: A little destiny in the Mothering library

November 6th, 2009

I tell pretty much every pregnant woman I know to come check out the Mothering lending library. It has an extensive collection of books and other materials ranging in topics, from natural parenting to childbirth preparation to medical texts. Knowing that at any given moment there could be someone rummaging through the books, I should have been more prepared when I was confronted by that book.

I was astounded to find What to Expect When You are Expecting lying on the floor. Thinking my co-worker, who is a midwifery student, had selected the book, I shouted my objections loud and clear, only to turn around and discover that there was a bewildered pregnant woman staring back at me.

I apologized profusely, but instead of being offended she was quite interested to learn why I objected so. My life revolves around pregnant women. Not only do I work at Mothering, but I am a doula, childbirth educator, and prenatal massage therapist, so any opportunity to sit down with someone to talk shop is a welcome one. I told her about my experience 8 years ago; I remembered it so well; I was about 3 months pregnant sitting in the bathtub with highlighter in hand. I was so ready and so eager to learn all I could and well, let’s just say What to Expect When You are Expecting was not what I was expecting at all!

Don’t get me wrong. The book was informative, if all you want to read about is every possible complication you could experience while pregnant. The book terrified me. The diet portion of the book was militant, and everything about labor and the birth of your baby was quite medical. I believe that pregnant couples should take an active role in their education, and should inform themselves about all aspects of this miraculous journey. But at the same time, there is power in the positive and for one source to focus so much on all the bad things that could (though rarely) happen is unfortunate.

I felt relieved and could only wish that someone had been there to warn me all those years ago in my bathtub. This library visitor and I had chosen that book for all of the same reasons (because it’s popular, because we wanted to learn all we could) but now she had placed it back on the shelf. However, now she looked to me to provide her with some alternatives. There is nothing I enjoy more than sharing a good book, especially books about pregnancy and birth, and I have pretty much read them all. Lucky me, right at my fingertips I had my favorite books to bless her with.

The first one I recommended was Having a Baby Naturally by Peggy O’Mara. Sure, she is one of my heroines, but in addition to that, it is just such a wonderfully positive and empowering read. It is pretty much the antithesis of What to Expect. It is full of ideas for achieving memorable, healthy pregnancies and empowering births.

I also strongly suggested she check out Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth. In our culture we are inundated with images of women in agonizing labor—screaming at their doctors and partners, rushing off to the hospital the second their water breaks, and because drama sells, eventually something goes wrong and the woman and/or baby must be saved. In both of Ina May Gaskin’s books (Spiritual Midwifery and Guide to Childbirth) the reader is exposed to beautiful birth stories as well as practical information about pregnancy and childbirth. The stories are not overly idealistic. Occasionally there is a complication, but the reader learns that even these obstacles can be handled calmly.

An additional favorite is Pregnancy, Childbirth and the Newborn by Penny Simkin, Janet Whalley, and Ann Kepler. I always recommend this book because I read it first as a pregnant woman and the second time as a student doula. This book is no-nonsense, and covers everything from the anatomy of the pregnant woman to the history of infant feeding. I think it is very well organized and not at all overwhelming. I continue to use it as a reference and have worn the binding down.

Another Penny Simkin treasure is The Birth Partner. This book comes with me to every single birth I attend, even my own. Everyone should read this one—moms, doulas, and partners—because it really is “everything you need to know to help a woman through childbirth.” All the tricks of the trade right there in your hands. It is simply invaluable.

In coming to look for informative reading materials this woman stumbled upon me who was only too willing to spend the day talking about natural childbirth and all of the options available to her. We discussed the difference between doulas and midwives as well as the difference in care under a midwife, family practitioner, and OB.

As a doula and educator, by the time I meet the pregnant couple they are usually already in their third trimester. When I was pregnant the first time around, I chose my doula before I had a doctor, or even before I told my family. There is great value in establishing this relationship early on. It allows for a level of comfort and trust that grows with the pregnancy.

Some of us are fortunate enough to have been given the message early on that birth is a natural, normal, process. Others discover the beauty of childbirth along the way. I am eternally grateful to the student doula in my woman’s studies class whose presentation sparked the interest that put me on this path. It’s fascinating to consider that had I just skipped that one class, I may never have been exposed to the concept of a doula, natural birth or Goddess forbid, Mothering Magazine. I have a funny feeling something similar occurred that day in the library.

Simone Snyder is the Product Fulfillment Manager/Street Teams Coordinator at Mothering Magazine. She is a certified doula, childbirth educator, and licensed massage therapist, specializing in prenatal and postpartum massage.

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Sticks and Stones and Eyebrows, Noses

October 30th, 2009

eyebrows clafouti

My daughter came home looking worried the other day after school.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Some kids ran past me on the playground and yelled that I had evil eyebrows,” she said. “They said, ‘Evil eyebrows girl, you have evil eyebrows!’”

My first instinct: justice.

“Who were they?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “They were older.”

“You have beautiful eyebrows,” I said. “They’re not evil at all. Besides, eyebrows can’t be evil.”

“I…know…” she said. But I could sense that thing knocking around inside her, that little thing that happens when someone says something shocking or mean or silly or random and we wonder how much weight to give it. Adults are generally more cordial with each other and don’t yell out stupid remarks just because they have a slight urge to do so. Kids have less of a filter.

“If that happens again,” I said, “Say, ‘Why are you running away, chickens? If you care so much about my eyebrows, let’s all go talk about them with the teacher.’” In a perfect world where comebacks come out in time, that would be a decent one, I think, to lob at the Pony Express Eyebrow Dissers.

“Kids used to make fun of my eyebrows when I was little,” I recalled,

Her eyes widened. “They did?”

“Yup. “But then grownups would say that I was lucky to have them, because they were like Brooke Shields’ eyebrows. Brooke Shields was a famous actress with very thick eyebrows.”

I also remember a red-haired boy on the school bus who turned around apropos of nothing and scornfully told me my lips were too big. As if he were the arbiter of middle school facial feature size. He had his own issues, but maybe he thought if he told me first, I wouldn’t wise off about his big white Chicklet teeth.

I related this eyebrow story to female friends my age and they all recalled some feature of theirs that had been ridiculed, although it tended to be their favorite feature as adults. We were sitting around a table in our thirties and forties, couldn’t remember piles of things from childhood, but the Thing We Got Picked On For, that popped right up to the surface in half a second. Susie remembered being called “Miss Piggy” because of her upturned nose. “And I love my nose now. It’s so youthful.”

I can’t control what fool thing comes out of someone’s mouth on the playground–I can’t even control what things come out of my kids’ mouths, although I can respond to what they say in a way that I hope guides them and teaches them about what effect it might have on others.

And, I can say, “I love your eyebrows. You are beautiful. I love you,” channel Tina Fey, and feed her some good response zingers for the next time the Pony Express Fill-in-the-Blank Dissers gallop through town.

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It’s snowing!

March 9th, 2009

March is coming in like a lemon bar. Lots of sunny yummy tennis weather, and then a sugary dusting of snow over everything this morning. But what will it go out like?

I just found this amazing paper-maker on one of my favorite craft websites:

http://www.poppytalkhandmade.com/gallery12

It’s called cake + milk paperie.

Baked goods on the brain, as usual.

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enterprising

November 7th, 2008

Honorée presented Laura with an impromptu gift this evening. “This is from me and Nathaniel.”

She opened it.

“It’s my mom!” Honoree said. Indeed it was. She and Nathaniel crafted a 3-D portrait of me out of construction paper, yarn, bottle caps, tape, and a toilet paper cylinder. It’s so becoming! I actually blushed. Of course you want to see it…

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still in shock

October 29th, 2008

Yesterday, Peter called me to tell me that Nathaniel (4) and his friend Charlie (3) snuck away from their teachers and class during the daily arroyo walk, and were found on the sidewalk of a busy street, next to a recycling bin, throwing empties. 

Hi. 

That is so crazy! 

And I’m having the classic Walsh reaction to tragedy/tragedy narrowly averted: every time I think about it, I giggle. Nervous laughter, I guess. Or complete and total joy that THEY’RE STILL ALIVE. 

Nathaniel, Nathaniel, Nathaniel. I did one of those things where I hugged him tightly, then admonished him sternly, repeat. I saw Charlie’s mom last night at a parent meeting for Honoree’s class and we just looked at each other. Like, Oh. My. God. She, too, alternated expressions of dismay and hilarity. “They pulled a Tom and Huck,” I said. 

And in case any of you are wondering, Nathaniel is still having a lot of fun at school with the phrase “butt crack.” And that is now relegated to the category of a “smallie.”

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neti for knee-highs?

August 13th, 2008

Hey mamas out there:

Would you use a neti pot for children (as in 3-year-olds)? 

I got a few product samples of this squishy plastic neti pot and am wondering if other kids would be into it (because mine are like, “yeah right!”) Do your kids use something like this? When did your kids feel comfortable doing it, if they do it…? Mention in your comment if you would like to receive one of the samples and test it out. I know they are popular in many parts of the world and it’s just a familiarity thing, but, wondering how people bridge the gap to give the kids the benefits of it.

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things that happened when the teacher visited that I wish had not.

July 22nd, 2008

1. Honoree had to show him her favorite hiding place, which happens to be the spaghetti-narrow side yard, where all of my broken down boxes from the recent move sit, looking trashy, but otherwise out of sight.

2. Nathaniel pulled down a book from this certain wobbly bookshelf and the whole darn thing came crashing down.

3. The book was a random sample that came in to work, which I brought home without scrutinizing, and it’s like, the equivalent of the Garbage Pail Kid alphabet book. Horrors!

I think that’s it. 

At Claire’s birthday party afterwards, I chatted with a mom who had also received Mr. O. She confided that during the visit, her son had asked, “Can we watch a movie?” and also, when Mr. O. gave him a piece of wax to mold into a sweet little woodland animal, her son molded it into a gun. “He doesn’t even have a toy gun!” she exclaimed. 

I guess there’s just something about having a home visit that brings out the devilish from all corners. Good thing I was so exhausted (it was the morning after a late opera night) that I couldn’t bring myself to get worked up about it. 

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getting tire’d, part deux.

July 22nd, 2008

Went to a big box store to get new rear tires. Caught a tire-changing staff member wearing my faux fur hat found in the trunk, doing some kind of “Walk Like an Egyptian” dance. Hissy fit: had. Lame excuses like “It fell on the floor and…” proffered and repelled. Complaint letter: written. 

EW!

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