Friday, October 23, 2009


I am currently pumping milk once a day for donation for a sick adopted baby girl. I was nearly out of breastmilk freezer bags, so when I was at the grocery store yesterday, I picked some up. The grocery store is a large chain store, with one of those coupon machines that spit out coupons for you when you check out based upon what you purchased.

Imagine my surprise when I glanced at the coupons the cashier handed me, and one was for infant formula. Great, I thought. I suppose it must have been because they can tell I have a baby, since I was buying breastmilk freezer bags.

When I looked closer at the coupon, though, I couldn't suppress a disgusted laugh at what was written upon the coupon. It has a picture of a cute baby along with a picture of the formula which they were advertising (which I will not name, so as to not give them free advertising). The words read:

"Thinking of supplementing your breastfed baby? Consider X brand, our closest formula to breastmilk. Clinically proven to benefit infants in all three areas: growth, brain and eye, and immune system development."

So, not only were they targeting me because I had purchased a baby item, but they were banking on me, as a breastfeeding mother. You know, because I might not have enough milk, or maybe I don't like nursing in public or want to have a break from the task of nursing my beautiful boy..... right. And, you know, it is pretty close to breastmilk....its almost the same thing! Right???

Oh, it all just makes my blood boil.

It really makes me feel ill. I don't know how those who work in marketing for the formula industry sleep at night.

Monday, October 19, 2009

The birth of Sean Sylph

My dear client (and friend!) Lee has given me persmission to share her birth story of her sweet stillborn son, Sean Sylph.


Late in the afternoon on September 10th, at 33 weeks of pregnancy, we found out that baby Sean was no longer alive. The morning of Friday, September 11th, after a difficult night, I told my midwives that I was ready to no longer be pregnant and I wanted to go ahead with the birth (we were originally planning for Saturday morning).

After a morning spent with my parents and Jake, we went home and prepared. I set up an altar and Mike and I made sure the house was ready, then I rested for awhile while Jake took a nap. At 3pm, my parents came and picked Jake up. My midwives, Lennon and Angie, arrived.

First Mike and I performed a smudging ceremony to cleanse ourselves and our space.

Then we went upstairs to get started. I was very pleased to find that I was already 6 centimeters dilated, and then Lennon broke the bag of waters. I went and sat in the bathtub to let the water flow out, and eventually filled the tub with some warm water for comfort. About 15 minutes after breaking the waters, I had my first contraction. The contractions were very mild at first, and slowly built up in intensity, frequency, and duration. I stayed in the bathtub for quite awhile, keeping myself upright to help things move along more quickly. Mike sat in the bathroom with me, and my midwives were in the bedroom next door, ready to check on me whenever I called. I had a candle brought up and lit and put in the corner of the bathtub for something to focus on.

Suddenly things changed and I found I could no longer be in the bathtub. I was immediately so hot and dizzy that I broke out into a sweat (it was 90 that day!) and practically ran to the bedroom where I got on my hands and knees on the bed and threw up into a bucket, except only water came out. This was probably transition! I started feeling a little better after that but the contractions were incredibly intense and close together at this point. I just kept myself as comfortable as I could on the bed with pillows to help prop me up to stay upright. Contractions continued to come and go, and I sipped cool water in between and breathed through each one.

Soon I moved to the edge of the bed and sat through a few contractions to ease the pressure on my knees. I asked for the birth stool, which the midwives brought up and set up for me. It felt great to sit on. After a few more contractions, I had a contraction where I let out a long, low, primal moan that surprised me but felt really good. The midwives immediately came into the bedroom and began setting up for the birth. Pushing was slow, with long resting times in between contractions. The baby soon crowned, but wasn't born until about 40 minutes later.

Sean was finally born at 5:40. Mike was the one who caught him and cut the cord. He was put down in front of me and I gently caressed his face and examined his body, toes, and fingers. This was so hard to do. I could see for myself that his body was not normal, his face hadn't developed properly, but he was still my baby that I had loved and carried inside me for 7 and a half months.

I was given the time and space to just look at Sean and be with him. I sat back on the bed, exhausted, and waited for the placenta to come. It took awhile, just like with Jake's birth. When it finally did come out (easily), the midwives found that it hadn't developed quite normally, either. During this time Mike sat with Sean and held him and connected with his spirit.

After the quick, 2 hour labor and birth, I was able to then sit back on my bed and rest. Sean weighed in at 7 pounds, 3 ounces! Mike and I sat with Sean and just held the peace for awhile, contemplating it all.

When we were ready, at about 8:30pm the guy from the funeral home came, and Mike took Sean down to the car and laid him inside. I watched from the upstairs window and then cried as the car drove away.

My parents brought Jake back, and Mike and I hugged our boy tight.

(The middle name: a sylph is a sky spirit, seen in the form of particularly-shaped cloud wisps.)


Thank you, Lee and Mike. Thank you for allowing me to be with you during such a sacred, beautiful and sad event.