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  • To All Mamas With A Child In Hospital

    To all those parents that know..

    I’ve seen you in those hospital rooms. I’ve seen you hand your child off to surgeons, not knowing if you would ever get to hold them again with a beating heart. I’ve seen you pray, hope, and hold on to faith with a sheer will that would put most to shame. I’ve seen you hold your baby with tears streaming down your face because this kind of sickness isn’t the kind that just comes and goes, this is the kind where no one can assure you that your child is going to be okay.

    You fight for your child when they can’t fight for themselves. You hope for them and you stay positive for them, and then run to the bathroom just to cry where they can’t see. You research and talk to doctors and talk to other parents to find the best possible treatment plans and solutions to give the best life to your child. You take part in care for your child in ways even some in the medical field are intimidated by – dropping NG tubes, giving IV meds through a Broviac at home.

    You go to the places no one wants to go. You know a side of the world that most would like to pretend doesn’t exist.

    You call your child hospital your home away from home, and while the rest of the world may find that sad, you see the hope. It’s the place that gives your child a chance at life.

    I see you, mumma And you are loving that child unconditionally, just as you should. You are standing beside them come hell or high waters, and you are doing a good job. You are giving them the best.

    You are their cheerleader. You are their smile maker. You are the one that knows their favorite songs and favorite toys. You are the one that knows how to calm them down, how to hold them, how to love them best.

    While other parents know everything about their child’s sleep habits, you know everything about your child – where their normal sats should be, what their resting heart rate is, their normal pressures. While other parents can talk about their kid’s feeding schedules, you could talk all day about your kid’s anatomy, what surgeries are next, or what treatments are on the radar. While other parents are teaching their kids to crawl and to walk, you are teaching yours to drink from a bottle just to get rid of that dang NG tube, teaching them to bear weight on their legs and rebuild their core from weakness of lying in a hospital bed all day. While other parents look forward to going out on a date night without kids, you look forward to the moments when you can grab enough hands to shuffle around a bunch of machines and a hospital crib to just hold your baby.

    You would do anything for your child. And some of you have to brave the path that no parent should have go down. Instead of debating the best way to introduce solid foods to a baby, you are making decisions with doctors on quality of life for your child.

    To all of you, I see you. Hold on to hope.

    Keep on doing what you are doing, loving that kid no matter what.

    You are brave. You are strong.

    You are doing a good job.

    You are a good mom.

    Love,

    A Momma Who Knows

    written by Lexi Behrndt

    December 22, 2014

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  • Vaginal Breech Birth Story

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    “I had a big fear of giving birth again after my traumatic experience with the birth of my son.

    I was determined this time around to better that experience and take the trauma and fear of birth out of it.

    I found out at 32 weeks that my daughter was Frank Breech, with that came a lot of anxiety and fear as I automatically thought I’d have to have a cesarean.

    I was so unsure and had a lot of mixed emotions about having a breech baby. As society has made it that it’s not normal having a breech baby and people will tell you it results in a cesarean.

    I had a failed ECV and i was left feeling deflated and I felt all the emotions and fear of my sons birth coming back.

    I was thankful enough to have myself an amazing student midwife who was equipped with so much knowledge and understanding of a breech birth, she reassured me that it was another variation of “normal” and that I could do it! So with that she gave me all the information I needed and I did my research.

    After doing my research and empowering myself I made the decision to try a VBB.

    Let me tell you that I had the most amazing empowering breech birth!

    My birth was completely hands off with no intervention. It is another form of normal and it doesn’t end in a cesarean.

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    Our bodies and babies are amazing working together and knowing exactly what to do.

    I’m super grateful that I had an amazing student midwife and hospital who supported a VBB and also an amazing birth team.

    Breech is another normal way to birth your baby! Breech is empowering! I will forever be changed by my daughters birth. The fear and anxiety I once had about birth is gone!”

    Story told by Momma: @laalaa7 on IG

  • Seconds Away From Kidnapping-Parents Be Vigilant

    This is my beautiful little 2 year old boy who today was seconds away from being kidnapped by a group of asian men and women and after thinking about it they were pretty cunning the way they were doing it.

    We had simply had our dinner and told our boys that they could go on the rides after they had eaten, we headed down to the front and got the tokens for them to enjoy the rest of their day little did me and my wife know that within an hour our day would turn into hell.

    It was around 2.30 and our boys had been on the rides they wanted and where ready to go back to the pavillion to go back in the play area literally 30 seconds had passed and our boy had nearly gone.

    Here is the cunning part It started with me and our new born being nearly knocked into the sea my wife at the side of us and our 4 and 2 year olds 5 yards infront they barged into me whilst I was pushing the pram to cause a distraction then quickly headed towards our boy luckily for us my wife had not taken her eyes off the boys and noticed almost instantly that something wasnt right.

    They had gone straight to our son surronded him so that no one could see and tried to get hold of him what they didnt realise is that my wife had not taken her eye off him and she was their in a flash dragging him away and back to our safety. As soon as she shouted me they split and went off in different directions.

    It was only 20 minutes after this when talking to the police and taking statements that we realised they had been stood behind us following us for at least 30 minutes the woman was even pushing a empty pushchair that is used to put a child in buckle them up covering them up with the hood and make it look like it is their child crying in the pushchair

    I ask anyone that as young children please be very vigilant when out with your children like I say its literally was 30 seconds and he was nearly gone as parents who have had a child pass away 5 years ago it was pretty traumatic for my wife thinking that we had nearly lost another one of our beautiful children

    Stay safe out their

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  • How Did Your Body Become A Stranger

    No one really prepares you for what it’s like not to have your baby inside you anymore. All of a sudden, you look and feel different. How did your body become a stranger?

    Your stomach is loose and striped. Your boobs are saggy, one more than the other. Hair unwashed, bags under your eyes. Even your hips are wider than before. Who is this woman looking back at you in the mirror?

    She is a mother.

    She sacrificed her body and mind for another being. She grew life, she brought it into this world and now she continues to sustain it. This body, this unfamiliar body, is amazing! The things it’s done, the pain its endured all made it stronger. She should not be ashamed of her body for her body is incredible.

    You are amazing. You are strong. You are beautiful. You are more than enough.

    You are a mother.

    ~ Author: Unknown

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  • My Deceased Baby Is Not A Trigger Warning

    It was a few days before Senna’s first birthday. I posted about how hard it was to make cupcakes for your dead baby, attaching a picture I had already openly shared with the group before. So many people sent me encouraging words and showed me love. Then, I got the message.

    I cannot make a direct quote, but it went along the lines of: we know this is sensitive, but photos of Senna “upset” new/pregnant moms and we have had complaints, so we need to ask you to put trigger warnings on them.

    In a group I used to turn to for support, in a group that I trusted to help me through so much, I was being asked to turn my trauma inward. Instead of the priority being the fact I needed help to survive today, it was the “uncomfortable” feelings someone else experienced. I was being asked to support other people instead of receiving the life saving support I needed. It was the only place where I felt like I was really recognised as a parent, and it was ripped away from me.

    I balled on my kitchen floor while frosting whipped to perfection in my kitchen aid.

    I decided to leave the group. Even though it pained me, I didn’t want Senna or my experiences to bare the burden of a trigger warning. I wanted people to see my baby, not just all the implications and biases that come with stillbirth. I didn’t want to constantly be reminded that what I went through was so terrible, so horrendous, that other people are so uncomfortable they only think of themselves and not my needs. I felt alienated.

    When it was pointed out that pictures of live babies might be triggering to me, the admins responded with something along the lines of “this is a parenting group, that should be expected”. It didn’t matter that the raised money for me when Senna died, I didn’t want to wear the beautiful necklace they got for me anymore. It didn’t mean what it used to as soon as they said that.

    This story doesn’t end badly. The day after, I woke up to a new group. 60 or so women, just as outraged as me, followed me onto this new platform where vulnerability are valued over all else. Trigger warnings are almost nowhere to be found, and courage is abundant.

    Screw your appropriation of trigger warnings. Fuck your “safe spaces”. I want brave spaces.

    My baby, my life, my trauma, doesn’t need a trigger warning because it makes you uncomfortable. To hear my story, to see me be vulnerable is an honor. To be able to think being uncomfortable is the same thing as being triggered is a privilege.

    When you ask loss parents to add trigger warnings whenever they mention their child, or tell them they have to hide photos in the comments, you’re further alienating at-risk people and making them feel even more hopeless and alone

    When you tell people that they should expect to see live children, but that the only photos a parent will ever have of their child are too horrific to be seen, you’re perpetuating stigma and support death adverse culture.

    You’re also insinuating that trauma, and being triggered, I are same thing as being uncomfortable or disturbed which is a disservice to those who suffer from trauma disorders and turning back the clock on mental health awareness.

    Click out, scroll past, block me. But don’t put the burden of your inability to face mortality on me. Or my child.

     

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  • Febrile Convulsions I Didn’t Know What To Do

    FEBRILE CONVULSIONS!!!!

    LONG POST BUT PLEASE READ.

    So just wanted to put a little warning out there for all the mummies that don’t know about febrile conculsions,

    On Saturday my whole life nearly shattered, I was out the full day with Matthew, we went to the park, and went for some food he was fine and acting his usual self hyper and full of energy, as we were walking home he fell asleep so I just left him to it, once we got home I took him out his pram and put him in his bed, and that’s when I noticed he was breathing very fast.

    So I stripped him down to his vest and took his temperature, his temperature was at 39.9 so gave him some ibuprofen (baby) to help and within 2 minutes of him taken it he started to daze off so I started to cup his cheek and talk to him asking if everything was okay, he then started to shake, I didn’t know what to do or what was happening I picked him up and he started to get worse and worse my baby started turning purple.

    I panicked and shouted to my partner Marc and he took Matthew and sat him on his knee trying to make sure his tongue never rolled to the back of his throat, he’s then started to turn blue 6 minutes in and he still wasn’t coming round, mean while we were on hold for the ambulance, after about 10 minutes my baby’s body went floppy and foam was coming from his mouth he was unresponsive, he came back round for a few seconds and was crying normal again then the he went straight back into another seizure.

    The  ambulance came and he was given oxygen and they took his heart rate as they were doing there thing I was thinking it’s my fault thinking I had done something I had a panic attack and my mind went blank, I couldn’t think straight i was broken and terrified that I was going to lose my baby💔, we got to the hospital and they told me it was “ febrile convulsions” and that it’s common in baby’s up to the age of 6, it’s caused by a baby’s temperature being too high and because they can’t regulate there own body it kinda goes into shock it occurs in about 3 in 100 children , and can also can re-occurs approximately 3-4 times in a child.

    I was never told anything about this as a new mum you would think they would give you warning if a babies high temperature could cause a seizure, i though the worse and though I was going to lose my baby and I would never in a million years wish that on my worst enemy💔,

    What do you do if your baby starts to have a febrile convulsion seizure?

    Try to keep calm as much as it’s frightening they will not be aware of anything that’s going on.

    Do not hold your child down when they’re having a fit

    Lay your child on the floor or ground on their side to prevent choking or accidental injury

    Do not put anything near or in your babies mouth

    Take a note of how long the fit last and seek medical attention.

    Most babies come round within 5-10 minutes and will be completely fine and not aware of anything that’s just happened.

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  • I Saw You Mama And I Know What You Need

    In the hustle of the room I peered over at my friend bent over in pain. Baby had just been born and everyone was surrounding the miracle that happened before our eyes and naturally everyone was in awe of him.

    But I was especially in awe of her. I saw you, mama. I saw the pain in your eyes and in your face and in your body. Because this is now a new season called postpartum. We tend to forget our mamas when babies are around. We ask how baby is, what does baby need, can we hold the baby, can we buy this for the baby but… what about mama? Let us not forget the hard work she endured to carry this child AND the hard road ahead to mother and heal and feed and rest and parent her other children also.

    What do mamas really need? Meals dropped off, someone to watch baby so they can shower, solid child care for her other children, house cleaners to stop by and help out. Heating pads and coffee and comfy PJs. Maybe fast food. Or a friend to fold laundry. Maybe a new movie to watch or your Netflix login. Let’s not forget the mamas. It’s just so easy to because women are incredibly strong and seem to have it all together but they need the support and the extra hands more than ever entering into that fourth trimester.

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  • I’m Ok, It’s Ok, No Adult Company Again Today

    Say bye to my husband as he goes out to work. Take the eldest to school. Just me and the 2 year old again. Alone.

    What shall we do today? All alone.

    Farm? Soft play? The park? Just us. I wonder if anyone fancies a brew?! But who is there to call?

    I’ll just do some jobs, have a brew. What time is it? Shall we head out and get back for dinner? Where shall we go? Just us.

    The loneliness creeps in. Should I ring my husband? No he’s busy at work, I mustn’t disturb him. Who shall I message?

    I’ll just scroll Facebook and maybe the gram. See if anyone’s about.

    Should I message that mum from school? No she’ll be busy. You only know her to chat to, will she even want a brew?

    We play some games. Read a book. Shall we watch some telly? I’ll just scroll Facebook again… get some contact with the world. Something other than these 4 walls.

    Now it’s dinner time. Maybe someone will be around after school?

    Hi are you in this aft? x

    No sorry.

    Ok x

    Why what’s up?

    Nothing (not strictly true), was just seeing if you were free for a brew. x

    No I’m not sorry.

    Hi what you up2?

    Just in town.

    Ahh ok.

    Why?

    Just seeing if you were in and fancied a brew.

    Are you home?

    No I’m at work.

    It’s just me, the toddler and these 4 walls today. There’s always tomorrow.

    No-one messages, maybe it’s me. Maybe no-one wants to meet us. It’s ok. I’m ok. No adult company today. The loneliness is creeping in.

    We pick the eldest up from school. If I’m lucky there might be a parent about for a chat. Only I can’t hold a full conversation as the youngest is clinging off me, running about. I need to keep my eye on her.

    We go home and there’s now 2 little voices to contend with.

    By the time my husband gets home from work, we’re eating tea. He joins us. We chat about nothing much. I’m exhausted.

    Exhausted from being lonely.

    There’s always tomorrow for some company.

    The days blur. The loneliness sinks in. So much so that even after you’ve had company, you still feel lonely.

    You stop asking if people are free. You stick to the 4 walls, your kids and your brew.

    It’s the loneliness that numbs my brain. Does it numb anyone else’s? No conversations to make me think, to make my brain whir.

    I forget how to interact with people. I can’t make new friends. The ones I’ve got don’t have time to meet up, why would anybody new? It’s ok. I’m ok.

    The loneliness sinks deeper into my skin.

    There’s always tomorrow.

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