maisie*

OKAY GUYS HERES THE DEAL!!!!

I got kicked out of this blog about half an hour ago and it said it was terminated. IT STILL IS but my friend’s found a way to use a proxy to get into it for me. Gotta love her right as I have no idea what she did but obviously it’s not a PERMANENT fix to the blog at least not until the staff get back to me about why they terminated my account.

So to be honest I am going to use this as an excuse for a
FRESH START and with that I will be moving Logan to a multi-muse account, he will be there with my OC’s, Maisie, Layla, Lizza, Mitch and Deeks from my sideblog as well as Finn from my other account.

Now I understand if none of you follow me over there as I know how some people are when it comes to multi muse accounts. But if you guys do want to follow me and Logan and my other characters then you can find me
HERE!!!!!

Now i’ve literally
JUST set that account up so please bare with me through the ugliness as i work on things. This also means that all threads are dropped unless you can link me to them but don’t worry guys we will get things going again okay.

I am sorry guys, but i hope you
follow me over there and we can make something positive outta tumblrs fuck up.
Love you. Nikki xoxoxox

P.S i am going to attempt to queue this post and i dont know if it’ll work given the fact this account is terminated. But erm could you guys maybe
signal boost it for me soo any mutuals we have now know where Logan has gone. Please.

by Alissa

This week we have a special guest post to share! Amanda is a mother of one vivacious, amazing little girl. She is also a Registered Holistic Nutritionist and wellness advocate in Toronto. Have a read, get ready for shivers (the good kind), and maybe even grab a tissue or two. This personal account of labour really resonated with me. I have been quoting this wise woman’s words since I read them. Enjoy.


A YEAR OF MOTHERHOOD

by Amanda Laird

A year ago today my girl arrived in this world. The past few days I have been reflecting on my first year of motherhood and how life has changed since my daughter was born.

It feels impossible to talk about the past year without starting with the birth.

Long before I ever tried to get pregnant I knew that I wanted to give birth out of a hospital, with a midwife and without medical interventions.

I did all the things to prepare for a natural birth. I did yoga, I meditated, I repeated affirmations, I spent time every day connecting with my baby, I read Ina May, I read Hypnobirthing, I drank herbal teas, I walked everywhere, I saw a chiropractor, I got regular massages, I sat on a yoga ball, I did acupuncture, I collected crystals, I watched videos of women giving birth, I infused my intention to give birth in water into all 108 beads on the mala I crafted to wear during labour, I visualized positive outcomes, I watched the Business of Being Born countless times, I simply made up my mind about how I was going to give birth.

Labour Selfie, Day 2 5:30 am, feeling like a goddess with my mala

I felt the first waves of labour when I was 41 weeks pregnant, around midnight on Sunday. My daughter was born at 7:02 am on Wednesday, August 26. Not in water but in the OR after three long nights of labour and just about every intervention you can think of. When the doctor suggested that we should consider a C-section it felt like a relief; I had a fever of over 104F and the epidural made me feel so disconnected from my body I just wanted it to be over. Baby was stable now, the doctor said, but it was only a matter of time until she wasn’t.

It was the easiest decision I’d ever made in my life.

And then just like that, she was here.

We had a few minutes with our girl, my partner holding her awkwardly over my head while on the other side of the curtain I was put back together. The midwife noticed the baby was making strange, guttural noises, gasping for breath. There was a flurry of activity and then she was whisked off to the NICU where we spent the next four days.

It was a traumatic experience that left me both physically and emotionally battered. I mourned the loss of the birth experience that I had spent so much time and energy preparing for and felt betrayed by body. The few hours of sleep that I could catch between feedings were cut short by nightmares that woke me crying out in terror and gasping for breath. The PTSD settled into a grey fog of depression that hung around me for months.

And then somehow a year passes. It’s August again. An acquaintance of mine asks Facebook to share their positive birth stories. She’s very pregnant, due any day now and feeling anxious that when push comes to shove she won’t be able to handle it.

I don’t share my story, because I think it’s not positive. Instead I write, “You will handle it. No matter what happens, you will handle it.”

It was then that I realized that I hadn’t thought about my daughter’s birth in a long time. Had it been weeks, maybe even months? Funny how that happens – when trauma is fresh and new we feel like we’ll never live another day without wearing it like an albatross around our necks.

Now that a year has passed I can see that my birth experience was positive, just not in the way that I had imagined it would be.

I thought I had to be strong in mind and body to give birth without pain medication. My daughter’s birth showed me that I am stronger, and in more ways, than I ever thought possible.

I was terrified of interventions because I was terrified of giving up control. In those long days of complicated labour and the longer days that followed I learned to surrender.

I thought the moment my daughter was pulled from me would be the moment I stepped in to the light as a more whole, spiritual person. That growth came inch-by-inch, day-by-day as I unpacked the pain and trauma of my birth experience, confronting the ugly parts of my own ego that had made it so.

I was obsessed with doing all of the “right” things to give my girl the best start in life and a secure attachment to her parents – delayed cord clamping, skin-to-skin, golden hour – but we didn’t do any of it, not one fucking single thing and she’s fine. In fact, she’s amazing. I remind myself of this every single day, especially when I find myself getting wound up about what a book or a blog says.

To heal the wounds of my experience I have practiced, again and again, a guided meditation designed to make peace with your birth. The teacher suggests that babies have the birth they are supposed to have. I believe the same goes for mothers; I wouldn’t be the mother that I am today had I not faced the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual challenges of a traumatic delivery.

Becoming a mother didn’t complete me, but it has made me more me. I have more confidence and way less fear, more fun and less stress because I know now that no matter what happens, I will handle it.

Happy birthday, Maisie. Thank you for making me a mama.


Interested in learning more about what Amanda does and what she has to offer? Visit Amanda’s website or see her original post is here.