June 18, 2013

Slow it Down Saturday: Choosing a natural birth with a midwife

“Suspended between worlds…half in and half out.”

For months now, I have been scared. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to be doing and with those feelings comes a sense of guilt and a subtle panic, like I am mad at myself as to why I didn’t have all this together before she came. But then little moments of enlightenment come maybe her manifestation will help me turn into the REAL me. I wish I could have known the real me all along, to help me figure out what it is that I was destined to do and what it is that I want to do.

I didn’t know that I truly desired a natural childbirth when I first learned I was pregnant. The conception of my baby girl may not have been totally intended; however, her spirit was honored even before she came into my body. I had carefully considered what it meant to me to be a mother, and what I could offer this little being. It’s only fitting that then I would come to the conclusion that she deserved to have the opportunity to arrive in this world in her own time, on our own terms.

For these last nearly five and a half months, I have been seeing a doctor here in Milwaukee with whom I have not been totally at peace. As a massage therapist/healer myself, working with energies and being constantly aware of a person’s aura has made me very sensitive. I suppose not having a lot of family or resources here also brought a sense of naivety and guilt with just accepting the first doctor I came across, no matter how inviting, small and home-like the office may have felt. Beyond the fear of hospitals and strangers freely sticking their fingers in me- detached from my journey-solely because I’m just a number- in the system, and they’ve seen ‘this’ thousands of times. My womb, my intuition, my sweet-pea was anointing me all along to find a midwife.

“The process of human childbirth is a normal physiological process perfectly designed by nature to bring babies into the world. It is an instinctive, primal experience that has its own rhythm and pace which should be respected and honored, and works best when interfered with as little as possible. Women should have as much control as possible in determining their care, and should be encouraged to be active participants in decision-making and self-care. When informed, supported and encouraged to follow their own instincts, women can be active givers of birth rather than passive receivers of birth technology.”

I read these words on the website of an experienced, licensed and trained midwife here in the Milwaukee area, and I knew then, this is the journey I was destined to take. After a two-hour phone consultation with this midwife angel, I quickly learned that my discomfort and suspicions of my doctor had been true. She knew him very well…and all she said was, “your intuition warrants a change in caregivers indeed”. Along with the encouraging philosophy of this midwife, there was a wealth of knowledge and literature to glean from this woman and for these reasons, I choose to have a midwife for the birth of my first child:

Holistic Midwives:
• Act as guardians of natural childbirth and well women, care-providing birthing women with support and guidance to ensure a healthy pregnancy, labor and delivery with minimal intervention.
• Understand that pregnancy and birth are normal processes, and work to optimize the well-being of mothers and their babies as the foundation of care giving.
• Approach the experience of childbirth as far more than a physical event, perceiving it as a profound emotional, mental and spiritual Rite of Passage for both mother and child.
• Respect the dignity, integrity and response-ability of the women they serve, recognizing that the primary caretaker and most important determinant of a healthy pregnancy and positive birth experience is the woman herself.
• Work in partnership with mothers, their families and their communities, helping them to explore their options and make informed decisions based on their unique circumstance.

I know that this experience won’t just be life-altering for me but a testament of a miracle for those closest to me, who will be there with me as my ‘sweet-pea’ makes her debut into this world. The simple fact that I was told-while married to my ex-husband, that I wouldn’t be able to have children without a medical miracle – too much scarring, poly-cystic ovarian syndrome damage, uterine fibroids and more. Yet, in the event of a ‘Divine Miracle’ all that is needed is an open heart saturated with love and hope and greatness beyond human understanding. This is the mindset for life that I’m used to having.

I feel stuck in a job that forces me to conceal stress during the day, holding back emotional outburst, ligament discomfort surrounded by overly hyperactive, at times, disrespectful, hormonal teenagers. Six classes of attitudes, frustrations and disturbing energies that I am obligated to carry throughout my day. As I midwife these children into appreciating education and life one moment at a time, my heart silently cries out for a midwife of my own to help me navigate through this ‘transitional posture of discpmfort.’ HELP ME, is what I scream through my smiles, hugs, advice, reprimands, instruction and periods of total disorient-ness. HELP ME! HELP me find my way back to what matters most again, my balance, my peace in holistic-body, mind, spirit living.

The Universe wants the best for us, and is willing to bestow these gifts(of strength and empowerment) upon us if we are willing and able to accept them. I look forward to this miracle journey and finding my way back to creativity and undying passion, away from the enslaving educational system and mundane classroom instruction that I have settled for right now. In the same measure of strength that I was able to position myself into an anxiety free-butterfly pregnancy and birthing experience. I have to do the same for myself in regards to my career/calling. For this journey, I will be more than honored to leave this legacy of strength to my ‘sweet-pea’.

K Buckley

I keep myself hidden like stained secrets and letters from old lovers... The Divine is within me... written across my chest with an umbilical cord trust, I pray....asking why I exist unapologetically... empowering those I encounter...bold and magnetically, ...as endearing as a kiss to the forehead... I am delightfully satisfied in the presence of likeness.... I am...a 'new' mommy-to be, lover of life....love...and all that is free! Writer, poet, teacher, healer, the nurturing buttafly. Love&Light.

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Real Talk Wednesday: Where’s my GPS? We are SO lost

Unless you’ve living on a deserted island, had your head in the sand over the past few weeks, or just didn’t visit any one of the 100’s of web-sites geared toward the African-American market, I am quite sure you heard about the “uproar” in the Black male community over the latest movie by Tyler Perry entitled For Colored Girls. This new updated version of “Hollywood/Tyler Perry Hates Black Men” sentiment harkened me way back to my sophomore year in high school when a little movie called The Color Purple (which coincidentally just had its 25th Anniversary special on Oprah) hit the screen. I was like, “Wow, same song, just 25 years later!” Just as things were back in the mid-80’s with The Color Purple, brotha’s were UPSET over their portrayal in For Colored Girls (as many of my brethren are about most Tyler Perry films, yet our anger and disgust was/is pretty much non-existent when the discussion of the numerous movies/reality shows/videos that denigrate BLACK WOMEN are brought to the table…but I digress).

The truth of the matter is that, I don’t want to debate the validity on the claim that all Tyler Perry movies denigrate or don’t denigrate Black Men, nor I’m I here to make the argument that The Color Purple did (did not do) the same thing 25 years ago. Maybe they do, maybe they don’t; personally I enjoy a couple of Mr. Perry’s movies (especially Daddy’s Little Girls) although his tv shows are a bit too coonish for my tastes. And when it comes to The Color Purple? Well, easily on my Top 5 all-time movie list. But my question to all of the men out there is: For Colored Girls?? Seriously!?! THIS is what it takes to get us “mobilized”, fired up and pissed off!? When did a handful of movies by Tyler Perry become Public Enemy #1 in the minds of Black Men? When did a movie other than let’s say “Birth of a Nation” become the apocalypse? When did we as men lose our way and get off the beaten path to find ourselves in this predicament? I mean, c’mon when did we become so damn sensitive? Better yet, when did we take our eye off the ball to the point where a movie could actually define who we are as men, husbands, and fathers?

With all the issues we face in our community none of this Hollywood or celebrity dribble should EVER crack our Kasey Kasem Billboard Top 100 countdown! At the end of the day, does criticizing and being up in arms about a handful of movies address our failing schools? Graduation rates? Poverty? Teen pregnancy? Foster children? Single parent households? NO, it surely does not! Sorry my brothers, we do not have the luxury of wasting our time, energy, and talents complaining about such nonsense. Our families and our communities expect & demand better of us (notice I said US!).

Do I have all the answers? NOPE! But, we must start somewhere, and if that means at minimum reclaiming our households, so be it. It is paramount for us not to just be present in the lives of our children and our spouses/significant others, but we must also be active and engaged as well. It was just this past weekend when I literally lost count on how many little Black faces I saw at a holiday event for kids; plenty of Mothers, Sisters, Aunts, and Grandmothers, but I could count the number of Black Men on one hand. And don’t get me started on the countless times I hear brotha’s say, “I have to babysit my kids today.” Um, Babysit? You don’t babysit YOUR kids! There is a mentality that many of us can’t shake, and it’s about time we did. Ask yourself, when was the last time you went to your child’s school, read them a book, gave them a bath, feed them dinner, took them to the doctor, or picked them up from karate class? If you can’t answer any of those  questions correctly, then I’m talking to you. And before you ask, “Well, aren’t you a stay-at-home Dad? So obviously you have plenty of time to do all of this?” it’s not about being home all the time, because trust me I was at school, doctors appointments, bath time, etc… before I was laid-off. It’s about making time for what is TRULY important.

I can hear the choir now, “Yo Bruh, you need to get off your soap box!” Well, maybe I do, BUT me getting off of my soap box isn’t going to change our collective state of affairs is it? For years, our priorities have been all out of whack and now, somehow, a handful of movies are to blame for our lot in life?  I’m not buying it! The fact is the poor choices we have been making are now coming back to bite us in the a%^. It’s time for us to stop blaming the messenger and get to work earning the respect of our wives and our children. Leave the trivial nonsense/blogging of being “dissed” in a movie to others and let’s get to work fellas. It’s due time, and time is way past due…

Next time on Real Talk Wednesday’s, “Boy, I Just Said NO!”

James Higgins

Nothing special about me at all, I'm a happily married, college educated (Go Bison!), stay-at-home father of two wonderful children. Just trying to keep myself, my wife, my children, and my cats sane as we navigate through this journey called family life.

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Creative Musings: He Feels Like…

He Feels like the wind in my face
while my head is hanging out the window
courageously trying to inhale all of him-
forceful, yet teasingly and excitingly
taking my breath away….
He feels like that…

Like I inhale and he finishes my breath
exhaling…
He feels just that good,
like my 2nd skin,
I could caress and bathe in his scent
and lather up his passion in my towel,
then sqeeze him all over me again…
Yes,
he feels like that…
like worship in its purest form…
like a good key striked on the perfect note
organ grinds, tune held in place
until the pews climax with shreeks of joy
in the form of tears,
hands raised,
arms stretched out wide-wating to be rescued-
as if the Divine-self would come down
to craddle every soulish hurt away-
liberating,
peaceful, enticing….
he feels like that…
yes,
He feels that good!

K Buckley

I keep myself hidden like stained secrets and letters from old lovers... The Divine is within me... written across my chest with an umbilical cord trust, I pray....asking why I exist unapologetically... empowering those I encounter...bold and magnetically, ...as endearing as a kiss to the forehead... I am delightfully satisfied in the presence of likeness.... I am...a 'new' mommy-to be, lover of life....love...and all that is free! Writer, poet, teacher, healer, the nurturing buttafly. Love&Light.

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Side-Eye Sunday: A better class of black role models

As a child, my role models were less famous than those admired by most Black children my age. I wanted to be like my cousin Cindy who was a world-traveler and had joined the Peace Corps. I admired my church youth-group organizer and choir director because he could play piano by ear, was an amazing chef, and spent his days doing what he believed he could to help others. Then there was my 7th grade history teacher, Mr. Barnes. He was strong and fearless and possessed a wide array of knowledge that he shared freely and without judgment. He made me love learning and I wanted to be like him. Of course, I also wanted to be like my mom. Despite our many problems, she was smart and dedicated and one of the best nurses in the Bronx. My role models were everyday people who had real importance to me.

This is not to say that I did not admire Michael Jordan, Flo Jo, or Salt n’ Pepa. I thought they were amazing people who were lucky to live what I believed were glamorous lives, but my mom was vigilant about teaching us that fame and fortune does not equal true success. She would say that role models should be people who “spend their days doing something of purpose” while still maintaining a strong moral code.

I believe this too. More now than ever before. When I was teaching in the Bronx my students idolized 50 Cent, TI, Kobe Bryant, and Lebron James because they had money and fame. To my students, this meant that they were good people. And while I won’t take away from the hard work that goes into becoming a professional athlete or rapper, I firmly believe that most young people don’t grasp that aspect of the equation. More importantly, when these superficial role models actually show the world glimpses of who they are inside, as a community we make excuses or embrace them – holding them up on pedestals because of their fame. We allow our own moral codes to be tossed aside in order to protect the image of what we mistakenly believe is success rather than teaching our children to respect those who actually contribute to the improvement of our global community.

We ignore our local role models.

It is so important, especially for children of color, to be exposed to normal people of color doing good things. Like the teacher who comes back year after year to the same school to help rebuild the community despite the lack of pay and glamor. Or the mom who busted her butt to start her own business so that she could create something sustainable for her children. And the husband and wife, who despite the increasing odds against them, have remained committed to each other and their union. Let’s teach our children to look up to these people, because our children deserve a better class of role models. Don’t you think?

image credit: Stock photo by leroys: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/738032

Kristina Daniele

Kristina, Founder and Oz of We of Hue is one of many doing it across hues-homeschooling, wifing, mothering, and business building. She is a web designer and social media consultant with a love of building communities on line. She looks forward to intelligent conversation that is eye-opening and statement-making.

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Friday Reflections: More confessions of a social networker

So, the battle with my inner social networker continues.  The spouse forwarded an article to me last week about actor Bill Nye (The Science Guy) who collapsed while walking towards a podium to do a presentation at the University of Southern California.  While Nye was ultimately okay, the article’s author was more concerned with the peculiar behavior of the USC audience.  According to the article, rather than getting up to aid Nye, most of the students in attendance pulled out their smart phones and began to update their Twitter and Facebook statuses about the event.  Similarly, the article reported another incident where New Orleans comedienne, Anthony Barre, was murdered in the streets and witnesses chronicled his death by updating their statuses and posting pictures of him dying in the streets.

I immediately got into a pretty preachy discussion with a few of my friends via Facebook that involved a great deal of “smdhs” and “wtfs”.  I mostly felt overwhelmed by a generation who could be so emotionally and physically detached from their humanity.  It felt so wrong and unnatural – and I wondered what kind of legacy a generation of passive onlookers could possibly leave.  I stood on my figurative moral high ground and thought to myself, I could never do that.  I would never do that.

Then after a quiet Thanksgiving at home with my family, my husband and I sat down to watch Public Speaking, an HBO documentary on essayist and author Fran Lebowitz (The McCray’s know how to party).  Lebowitz, for those of you unfamiliar, is an author from my hometown, New York City, made famous during the Andy Warhol era for her hilarious social commentary.   In the documentary, Lebowitz, now 60, discusses a myriad of issues including this generation’s apparent disconnection with life.  She noted that she finds inspiration for her writing by traveling by foot everywhere in New York.  She said that, “No matter where you are, if you are doing this-”.  She paused and held her hands as though typing on an imaginary Blackberry.  “You aren’t really there – no matter where you are.” She concluded.

It occurred to me that while I was “smh-ing” and “wtf-ing” about those onlookers at USC and in New Orleans, why wasn’t I allotting similar judgment to my own behavior when I pause to update my Facebook status at the dinner table? Or take a moment to respond to a BBM while coloring with my son?  Or stop my husband from telling me about his day to finish responding to a text message?  I started to wonder just how much time I had spent being barely present in my own life.  A few years ago when my addiction to Facebook was just budding, I joked with one of my friends that I felt like I was beginning to think in status messages.  This leaves me wondering, if I am privileged enough to grow old, just how will I reflect on the hours I spend allowing my mind to attend an imaginary party while the world goes on around me? And if I do decide to become an active member of the planet and limit (or eliminate) my social media outlets, just how lonely will the “real world” be? (Think Bruce Willis in “Surrogates”.)

As a parent, I often wonder that if I am so susceptible to social media outlets what will that mean for my sons’ generation.   In January 2010, the Kaiser Family Foundation released a study that 8-18 year olds spend an average of 7 hours and 38 minutes using entertainment media across a typical day (more than 53 hours a week).  In a New York Times article discussing the study, one eighth grader reported that she felt her days would be boring without her social media outlets.  In theory, what could be more boring that staring at a tiny screen most of your day and not engaging the world around you?  While my own children are both under four years old, I often wonder how I will introduce these outlets to them… if at all.  What do you think WOH?  How do you manage your own time engaging in social media? How will you or have you regulated the time your children spend on the internet, smartphones, etc?  Something tells me society had a very similar conversation about television at its onset as well.

Tiara Faith McCray

Tiara is native of New York City and reluctant resident of the DC Metro Area. She is a writer in her heart but a lawyer by profession. She is a wife and also a mom to two boys. She is a self proclaimed and self loving oddball. She is determined to find both spirituality and happiness and like any true totalitarian matriarch, impose both on her family. She is wise enough to know that this may not happen simultaneously.

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Keep it Healthy Thursday: Weight management during the holidays

Thanksgiving was a couple of weeks ago and Christmas is right around the corner. The holiday season is in full swing and you know what that means – office parties, house parties, New Year’s Eve’s parties, the list of parties goes on and on. Most people equate the holidays with weight gain and are ready with that New Year’s Resolution to lose weight.BUT this is a fallacy! You can enjoy the holidays, indulge in great food and you don’t have to gain weight! Impossible you say? Ha! I know it can be done, during the holidays last year I lost 20 pounds – 20 pounds! And I indulged. So, based on my experience I want to give you a few pointers to help you maintain your weight this holiday season.

1. Remember – everything in moderation! If you want a piece of pie, have a slice. But just one! Don’t make the mistake of baking a pie and keeping it at home. Have a piece and give it away. My friend still reminds me that I made pumpkin squares last year for Thanksgiving that were rich and indulgent. I tasted the pumpkin squares but left them at her house for her family to enjoy. No weight on my butt! LOL

2. Alcohol – I know that we all like a celebratory glass or two during the holidays. Try a wine spritzer by mixing wine with tonic water. Doing this cuts both the calories and the amount of sugar that you ingest. If you want something heavier I suggest vodka low in calories and you can mix it with flavored water and a little bit of juice. Keep drinks simple, cut back on the sugar and you won’t waste calories.

3. Eat something before going to a party. Have a small healthy meal and arrive at the party with a partially full stomach. This will keep you from over eating. I’ve also found drinking water to help with maintain a feeling of fullness.

4. Get moving! After a big dinner or the day after a great party be sure to move your body! Go out for a walk, run, or even dance around the house. Do something physical to burn off some of those calories.

5. Enjoy yourself! Don’t spend so much time counting calories that you don’t enjoy your meals. The holidays and the food that accompanies the holidays come around once a year. Don’t beat yourself up for enjoying some of the yummy foods. And if by chance you do end up gaining weight, shake it off and start exercising and eating right in the New Year!

Renee Ross

Renée is a woman, a mother and an advocate of healthy living and social responsibility.

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