Showing posts with label med head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label med head. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 September 2026

Birth fear cured.


I delivered a 10 lb 12 oz baby in the front seat of our truck. The firemen kept trying to recline my seat. Nope. 45 degree angle is optimal. No pain. No tears. Bradley Method. Felt like superwoman!
 Transition was 8:15-9:30. The contractions were so intense, I describe it as a freight train going through my body. I was shaking during them toward the end. Low moaning. Husband pushing on my back for counter pressure. But rest in between each one. My water broke at 9:35 and then it was all over. Not a single ounce of intensity or “pain” followed. I squatted in that position. I breathed. I felt his head, felt my tissues expand as he crowned, and then the rest of his body slipped out and he was up on my chest. I wasn’t screaming. I wasn’t in pain. I wasn’t even sweaty. Stubbing your toe is painful. Contractions after birth when your uterus shrinks back down are painful 🤣 Labor contractions are a deep, intense pressure. Your mental preparation, what you believe about contractions, what you believe your body is capable of AND your environment have a HUGE impact on your pain. With my first I was terrified. Tense. Trying to bare down and grit my teeth through each one. Vomitting. Hospital. Strangers. Bright lights. With my third I was swaying, welcoming each surge, working with my body, trusting my body. Home. Living room. Low lights. My husband and my midwife. You can do this! You were made for this!



The exact position I was in when I delivered my third at home without pushing - I breathed him down and my body did the work. And I didn’t tear at all. He was 9.2 lbs. Forcing women to lay flat on their back is part of the reason labors don’t go smoothly. It is not how our bodies are designed to give birth.




Tuesday, 11 February 2025

Day two hard drive.. 7 1/2 hours. Third draft, Act one.

   "It's not the number of friends that count, it's the number of times that you practice friendship with them that really matters!"





Sunday, 20 November 2022

Weekend crumbler..

 Vaxxie, Vaxxie, Heart Attacksie

by W. B. Yikes
Vaxxer, Vaxxer, so obsessed.
Wore your mask and took your tests.
Still got Covid. Every strain.
Spike proteins inside your brain.
Short of breath at twenty four.
"Dr Fauci, give me more!"
Proteins tangle and misfold.
Myocarditis taking hold.
Swollen heart at twenty five.
"Thank Moderna, I'm alive!"
But there's no cure for the micro-clot.
Getting worse with every shot.
Heart attack at twenty six.
Prayed to Pfizer for a fix.
Vaxxer, vaxxer. Death is lurking.
Doctor says: "That means it's working."
Died of SADS at twenty seven.
All good vaxxers go to heaven.
Obituary headline noted:
"Anti-vaxxer dies of Covid."
His family are "Quite upset".
But they're alive. At least, as yet.
And, they say: "It's for the better.
"Without the vax, he would be deader."