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Open Letter to MANA
Please email womancenteredmidwifery@gmail.com to sign-on to this open letter: Open Letter to the Midwives Alliance of North America regarding the recent revisions to the organization’s standing Cor...

Please email womancenteredmidwifery@gmail.com to sign-on to this open letter:

Open Letter to the Midwives Alliance of North America regarding the recent revisions to the organization’s standing Core Competencies Document:

August 20, 2015

Dear Midwives Alliance of North America Board of Directors and MANA Membership:
 
We are concerned that, except for in the trademarked section from the Midwives Model of Care, the word “woman” has been erased from the MANA core competencies document and replaced with “pregnant individual” and “birthing parent.” We recognize that the words maternal and motherbaby were not removed from the document, implying that the reviewers maintained a mutual and shared respect for the sanctity of the motherbaby unit in midwifery. But women are now all but missing from the language, as if we can separate woman from mother from baby. Woman is recognized now only in relation to her baby.  This is harmful to female adult humans; we women have fought long and hard to be recognized as autonomous beings…”
http://womensliberationfront.org/

Runs through the birth center. We had the midwives out this week to tour the space and everything is becoming so real lately that we get to meet our sweet babe soon. Wishing I could hear your stories about adding siblings to the family or ways you were able to keep connections strong with your older ones? Activities you can still do together during feedings and life together? I can’t hardly comprehend how one’s heart can grow to expand to the next child but imagine and hear it is possible. Lue’s excitement everyday for her sister and the way she already gives to her and cares for her is the most encouraging thing. I cannot wait to see them together. 🌿🍃

if you ever want to see how terrible home birth is

join some of the fringe groups on facebook, like the home birth after 3, 4, 5 cesareans. Join student groups for midwives and see the kind of things people believe and just how uneducated other midwives are about risks. People lose their babies and uteri all the time to this crazy bullshit, and if the mother that loses so much in these tragedies has anything negative to say about natural child birth she gets exiled and no longer has support. As a result there are  people that are “happy” they got their homebirth even though their child got killed by it. Most people are unaware of the fringe people that drive the whole movement by insisting that literally anyone can and should have a home birth. 

     “I just became a nurse. Right now, I’m in community health, and one day I want to go into labor and delivery and become a midwife.”
     “Why are you interested in that?”
     “Because I’ve always felt that pregnancy and birth are amazing things that all humans take part in, but we are so afraid of them. In other countries, people use midwives more often and give birth at home more often, but here, it’s so medicalized—in the hospital, always with drugs—and we are so afraid that we would rather do a C-section, which is a major surgery.
     “I think that this needs to be changed. So many people have had traumatic experiences and feel that their medical decisions were made for them. They didn’t know what to expect, and they were really scared. A lot of research shows that if you are afraid, you feel more pain more intensely.
     “I trust women, and I trust their bodies. We shouldn’t assume that everybody wants to have an epidural, for instance. It’s important that every woman have a birth experience that she feels positive about. It could be a natural birth with no drugs at all or it could be a scheduled C-section, but I want women to make educated choices and to know what their body is capable of.
     “We need to understand that giving birth is something a woman’s body is designed to do. Women have been giving birth for thousands of years. Pregnancy is a natural state. It’s not a disease.”

     Jamaica Plain, MA

Goddess of the Day: August 15

Akwaba – also Akuaba.  Mothering Goddess of Africa.  The Ashanti people of Ghana place images of Akwaba over doorways as a symbol of welcome, ensuring the visitor will be well cared for upon entering the home.  Young girls of maidenhood receive her image as gifts when they begin to menstruate, a sign that they are being welcomed into motherhood by the tribe.  Akwaba ensures that woman can conceive without issue, and that pregnant women give birth to healthy, attractive children.

(text from Brandi Auset, the Goddess Guide. Art by Pearl WhiteCrow)

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An excerpt from a video about Simone Leigh’s Free People’s Medical Clinic. The project, facilitated by creativetime, “engaged the critical intersections of public health, racial consciousness, and women’s work, asking viewers to consider the often-overlooked players—most especially the unknown Black women nurses, osteopaths, gynecologists, and midwives—who have overserved an underserved population for centuries. While the project name borrows from the Black Panthers’ community-based healthcare efforts in the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s, its gaze lingers on 19th century medical pioneers including Dr. Susan Smith McKinney Steward, the first Black woman doctor in N.Y. State.”

Click here to watch the full video.

anonymous asked:

Can you do Henry for the unexpected twins ask?

me and libra bet what would be the name for this ask

Henry: You don’t know if it’s Henry’s senses, or what, but he laughs when the midwives think their work is done. “Not so fast, we’ve got another special delivery on it’s way! Nya ha!” He doesn’t take baby Morgan in his arms just yet, and steadfastly remains to be your personal attendant until this ordeal (okay, so perhaps you shouldn’t call the birth of your child…no children, an ordeal, but hey, labor is difficult).

“Two babies…at once…Henry, please dump a bowl of water on me,” you request, and claw into his hand. He doesn’t do that, but he does take a cool towel to dab at your face.

“Well, two are better than one! Double the Morgan, double the fun, nya ha!” Henry’s eyes crinkle, and you can tell that he’s rather overjoyed to have two more children to take care of. You can practically see all the plans he’s making. You can see them growing up and playing around the house in his eyes, and perhaps you share the fantasies….but all you can think about it how to deliver the other Morgan, or that is to say, child.

“Fun for you maybe,” you roll your eyes once another wave of pain hits you. The cute daydreams are gone and replaced by severe discomfort.

“It’s okay, _____, I don’t mind changing the diapers! Crying babies are my specialty,” he proclaims proudly, and though it makes you wonder, his confidence makes you smile a little.

anonymous asked:

How do you go about becoming a midwife? How do you find what education/certifications you need for it? Are their multiple kinds of midwife education?

Your path of education, scope of practice, and individual certification or licensure is going to vary depending on which type of midwife you’re aspiring towards. Check out my post on the different kinds of midwives and the education needed for each of them!

What do you think Josh’s next career move should be?

A follower requested this one, and I’m curious myself.  All replies are welcome, funny, serious, or otherwise.  Go!

tovag said: Gravedigger because he keeps digging himself in deeper and deeper everyday.

rainbow-ginger-butterfly said: Garbage man because he is literal trash.

daddymikeyway said: The Devil’s assistant

maryisdunn said: Salesman for Planned Parenthood. He can get contacts and sell birth control to prostitutes. He could also arrange to sell placentas from the midwives to them.

Roxy had gone to collect some last-minute baby buys from town, and had to sit down on a bench because she was starting to get what the midwives called ‘practice contractions’. She knew they’d pass soon, so she just sat down and thought about things. The more she thought, the more she panicked that the babies would be coming too soon, and that things in her life were too hectic. She started to cry just as someone approached. “I wanted everythin’ to be jus’ right when the babies are born. I jus’ wanted normality. Bu’ everythin’s jus’ turned upside-down.”

autumn crocus

the voyeur observes
the fate of humans:

their actions, their words
their steps towards darkness
& freedom

lately all my dreams have been yelling
& frustration & mild violence
they’re like crappy PG-13 movies

& I really can’t explain why they’ve been happening
or what’s the cause, I mean I don’t really care, it’s just
that’s all they’ve been, and they just have been so forgettable
& nondescript that I don’t care to discuss them lately

waiting for a paradox detox
to consume all of the clocks
& rid us of what’s in this box

the mystery of the unknown
with momentum of stone
rolling downhill

the cheap trills of life
we give birth to midwives
juggling hot knives

& we wonder
where has the thunder gone

celestial bodies
to dead bats on the floor
crying elders that came before me

& then to sacrifice dreams
for chances

a near miss
a platonic kiss
the hiss of a serpents’ tongue
sleeping with a gun under your pillow

you always wanted those things
that bang
to rest underneath you

so you could comfortable place your head
in sleeping beauty’s bed

I’ve always lacked the finesse
of a silk dress
your sweet caress

wakes me up
under duress

cocaine paranoia
how many times
are you going to ask me
if I’m a cop?

you’re freaking out
over spiderwebs
that aren’t there

he wants to see Donald Trump
when the circus comes to town
& claims America is ours

zombies are still eating our neighbors
even as we grow older

washingtonpost.com
Stop calling abortion a ‘difficult decision’
Planned Parenthood calls abortion “a difficult decision” in many of its consent forms and fact sheets. When NARAL launched a film on the 40th anniversary of Roe v. Wade in 2013, the president of the p...

“To say that deciding to have an abortion is a “hard choice” implies a debate about whether the fetus should live, thereby endowing it with a status of being. It puts the focus on the fetus rather than the woman. As a result, the question “What kind of future would the woman have as a result of an unwanted pregnancy?” gets sacrificed. By implying that terminating a pregnancy is a moral issue, pro-choice advocates forfeit control of the discussion to anti-choice conservatives.

Contrary to numerous movies and “very special” television episodes portraying abortion as an agonizing, complex decision (“Obvious Child” notwithstanding), for many it is a simple choice and often the only practical option.”

WoLF’s Task Force on Reproductive Autonomy:

Defends women’s bodily sovereignty.
Fights for fast-disappearing abortion training for medical students.
Lobbies for pro-choice legislation.
Promotes the visibility of midwives and doulas.
Encourages women’s knowledge and self-care of our bodies.
http://womensliberationfront.org/wolf-task-forces/

And by birth we mean however you choose to. And by pussies, we mean amazingly strong women. 💕
This awesome mug is made by @carriagehousebirth
Photo cred: @_crowsnest_
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I was reading this quite fantastic old textbook of my mom’s about witches, nurses, and midwives, and it was talking about how–a long time ago–basically it was thought that during intercourse, men implanted a “homunculus (little person)” into the woman’s womb which would then remain soulless until a priest baptized it after it was born. So basically I was thinking about FMA the entire time I talked to her about it.

In the same conversation we had a discussion about another book with “naked greed” in the title, and I may or may not have said it was the “best kind of Greed.” And giggled. It was a weird moment.

Thank you, my dear Miss Ives

Despite the protest from the midwives and dr. Frankenstein that men only disturbed their jobs, once again Ethan couldn’t help his own nerves for knowing that a new life was about to come to the world and that Vanessa was screeching in pain, calling out his name upstairs. He would never understand why the blessing of having a child had to be so suffering and painful. But again everything would be all right and worth it.

A relief was the fact that Charles was being taken care of really well by the nanny who Sir Malcolm has hired, who was always there when they needed her, although he and Vanessa preferred to look after their boy themselves as much as possible. She took him outside to see the pretty flowers that laid on the grass, away from the noise and unrest. But not even that and the half bottle of scotch he swallowed could ease him completely.

Doing the best he could not to run through the steps, he reached the bedroom and once again saw the midwives asking Vanessa to do strength to push and saying that she was going well and a sweaty, tired and dishelved Vanessa complaining she couldn’t take it anymore, but looking more beautiful than ever. It was hard to see her like that, but he knew how strong she could be, even in the most vulnerable of moments.

- Ethan, go back downstairs, go stay with Charles. You’re too nervous. The child is crowning, but with a bit of patience and a couple of pushes, everything will go well. Vanessa just needs to concentrate. Come on now, miss Ives.- said Frankenstein the moment he heard Ethan’s strong pace over the floorboards and saw his long hair and broad shoulders moving to sit on a chair beside the bed.

- I just want to stay near her. I swear I won’t disturb you. - Ethan said under his breath, his voice shaky.

- All right. - said the doctor after all, without taking his eyes out of his job. - But try to calm yourself. Come on, Vanessa, when it comes, you push again, with all you have. Respect your body, but don’t give up. It will come out one way or another.

- Ethan… AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! - Vanessa had a new painful cramp and pushed as much as she could at that moment. Tears ran down her eyes when she felt Ethan hold her hand and brush pieces of hair away from her face when she rested her head on the pillow again.

- I’m here, my love. I’m here with you. I won’t leave this spot. Just keep pushing, right? It’s all gonna be good. - he held Vanessa’s partially closed hand against his lips and cheek and felt himself crying quietly, sweating due to the candles lit to enlighten the room and sterilize the scissors.

- I can’t take this anymore. I can’t do it. It hurts so much… - said Vanessa in a thin and weak voice after another cramp.

- Sure that you can. Vanessa, you only need a little more. Just an extra bit and it’s done; the little head is almost totally out. Isn’t it, doc? - said Ethan, and Victor nodded in confirmation. The young doctor smiled at him for seeing him calmer and knowing that everything was happening as was expected for Vanessa’s body.

- The head is the hardest part, but we’re almost there. Come on, Miss Ives, push again just one more time, you can do it. One, two, three! - shouted Victor, and Ethan watched himself sustaining Vanessa’s torso, which had bended forward to an almost sitted position.

The pale raven haired beauty screamed in desperation; at that moment, Ethan felt as though time had stopped and… For a second, all was quiet, until she fell onto bed again and everyone heard the most wanted sound of the day.

The baby’s cry. Their baby was born, at last.

The doctor managed to support the baby’s chubby little body amongst puddles of blood and placenta. One of the midwives helped him cut the navel-string and open the baby’s airways so it could breathe and cry without trouble. Ethan felt his body cold and shaky with excitement; Vanessa held his hand tight with the last bits of strength she had left.

- Be still, Miss. It’s a healthy and beautiful child. - stated the doctor with a smile and tears on the corners of his eyes. - A girl!

- A girl? - Ethan and Vanessa stuttered as one.

Frankenstein confirmed and delivered the baby girl to Ethan after cleaning her up a bit and wrapping her in a blanket. He recommended the father should lay her over Vanessa’s body later for her to rest and be fed, as should Miss Ives herself. Ethan took his child with as much delicacy as he could even though his hands and arms felt as rigid as a stone.

Vanessa and her baby were examined and seemed very well, despite the tiredness. The doctor and midwives gave a moment alone for the three of them and went outside to spread the news to the nanny. For what felt an eternity, Ethan remained motionless on his chair, holding his daughter.

“My daughter, my daughter, my daughter, I love you…” was the thought his mind would not stop whispering, although his lips wouldn’t say a thing out loud.

- Ethan, let me look at her… She needs to be fed and rest a little… - Vanessa said it with a pasty voice. Fortunately, all that pain was easing.

Ethan was so dazzled that part of him didn’t want to, but he ended up laying the baby near Vanessa’s breast.

- We have a little girl, now. - she said.

- Yes, we have a girl, a daughter. It cannot be more wonderful. - Ethan babbled.

- I’ll name her Claire. Do you like it?

- It’s beautiful, it’s a beautiful name. Vanessa, she’s beautiful… So pretty, so tiny. I think she looks like you. - despite trying to, he couldn’t help the tears that were making his eyes burn.

Vanessa stroke his face with her free hand and he felt as if he would explode with happiness. It seemed different now, every child brought a new feeling and experience. It seemed like Claire gave their lives and, in that case, his, a new light, after all the deep darkness they’ve faced.

- Thank you, Ethan. For being here, for giving me Claire.

- I thank YOU, my dear Miss Ives. - Vanessa didn’t hear that,because she and Claire nodded off, but he was sure that she knew the way he felt for having her in his life.

For a second time, he realized he was hugely and irremediably in love. Now, for two ladies at once.

for my dear joshuaschest