Saturday, September 22, 2012

Peace in Imperfection


Redefining Perfect
Tara Tulley CPM, MSW

As a midwife and  psychotherapist, I come in contact with women from all walks of life. While each person I connect with comes with a unique story, there are common themes I see and hear from individuals, no matter what their situation or background. The one I would like to address in this handout is what the idea of becoming perfect.

I hope to help you find ways to challenge the idea that a perfect, or ideal self exists. Instead I hope to help you find ways to see that the imperfections or perceived “flaws” within yourself are in fact the very attributes that make you human and remarkable in the world. Here are a few key points of discussion and thought.

1.     Who is your fairytale hero? Inside every human being is a fairytale hero. This hero was designed with the contributions and ideas of society, parents, friends, teachers, and other significant groups and people that we have connected with throughout a lifespan. This fairytale hero begins to be created the moment we are conceived and exposed to our mother’s hormonal responses to stress and stimuli. It becomes an internal measure of how we believe we should be, look, and feel. The fairytale hero is an ideal concept. It only exists in theory and philosophy, not ever in reality. If we become fixated on believing that it is possible to become this nonexistent character, we lose sight of our true identity that is authentic. We are nonfictional characters, but how many of us are trying to compare ourselves to this made up super hero?
2.     What are you ignoring, in order to stay focused on your flaws? Look at the parts of yourself that have come to be seen known as  “flaws”. The parts that do not measure up to the image of the super hero. Ask yourself;  “what positive attributes am I ignoring, in order to fixate on this flaw?” For example: my laundry often piles up in the laundry room. While I dutifully run loads through the washer and drier every day, my fast pace lifestyle often prevents me from getting to folding the loads in the dryer right away. It is not until I am running out of laundry baskets, and room that I finally call on my family to come sort, fold, and put away all of their laundry. My mother always had the laundry caught up, sorted, folded and put away. The superhero in myself has an organized laundry room. I start to feel like I am not good enough, because I cannot measure up to the “Super Laundry Queen”. So what am I missing here? The “flaw” of not keeping up with the Laundry Queen, the authentic me, is actually performing my unique skills that make it difficult to keep up with laundry. I am running back and forth between many tasks that I am good at. I am at my office helping clients work through difficult situations. I am with my children helping and playing with them. I am teaching skills to students. The students, clients, and children are grateful for my unique prospective, knowledge, and help. They didn’t notice Super Laundry Queen. They didn’t notice that I am not as good as her at laundry. In order to focus on my flaw of laundry disorganization, I am ignoring and discounting how that imperfection, in its entire context, is exactly what makes me unique and valued by those I connect with. What “flaws” are you focusing on that prevent you from embracing those attributes that help you function in other tasks? Are you able to value in yourself the contributions valued by others around you?
3.     Who else has a fairytale hero that you cannot become? What complicates the fairytale scene even more, is that you are not the only person who has a fairytale hero. Guess what? So does everyone else! Not only that, but sometimes when they are feeling like they are not enough, they start to panic. If they themselves cannot be the heroes, they may start looking for someone else who can be. They might even start thinking that you could be their hero. When you start to act differently than their fairytale hero, they may even become angry and critical toward you. You let them down by not making their hero real. They may not realize they are doing this, and maybe you don’t either. Because you can’t be another person’s hero, and because you cannot be your own hero, criticism from other’s may add to how much you focus on the flaws that make you different then a super hero. This added pressure from friends and family, who are wanting someone to rescue their hero, makes it even more difficult to see the wonderful attributes that make your imperfections important to your authentic being.
4.     How to I become OK with my authentic self? Put the fairytale in its place. I would bet that if we were to discuss the Disney movie “Aladdin”, and if I were to ask you for a gene or a magic carpet ride, you would laugh and think I was joking. If I became angry, because you could not produce what I had ask, you might wonder if I was trying to play a practical joke, or if maybe I had lost my mind. Yet, if I asked you to be like my superhero, and then became angry because something you were doing, saying, or wearing was not what my superhero was like, you may instead feel angry, defeated, or less than OK. Why is my superhero any more powerful to you than a fantasy request from a Disney movie? You are not a Disney character. You are real, and your life is real. Your flaws have become measures of how you function, and how you are connected to your world. Someday, I would like to be caught up on laundry. Someday I may evaluate my system, and figure out how to accomplish quandary organization in the mists of my unique roles and contributions to the world. But weather I am as good as Super Laundry Queen or not, does not change the unconditional value of my authentic self. My authentic self is valuable regardless of my dirty laundry. My dirty laundry is just dirty laundry. It is not me, and it is not you. 
5.      Two Books that I recommend in order to gain understanding on authentic being and peace: “The Power of Now” Eckhart Tolle and “The Four Agreements” Don Miguel Ruiz. 

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

A Midwife's Personal Story of Birth Trauma and a Postpartum Mood Disorder.


A Midwife’s Own Story of Living Through Birth Trauma, OCD, and Psychosis
By DyAnna Gordon LDEM, CPM
     I am finally free of hormonally induced mood and anxiety disorders. It took over 10 years and was quite a journey. I had severe PMS symptoms as a teenager including: rage and crying fits, accompanied by suicidal thoughts, and destructive behavior. I became a completely different person one week out of every month. My family doctor put my on hormonal birth control treatment in hopes of regulating my hormones, but it just made things worse. I stabbed my mother in the hand with car keys and ran away from home waking from my zombie like trance a week after starting treatment. They tried 10 different types of birth control, but the all had the same effect. I married at age 20, and by age 21, became pregnant with my first child. It was a planned pregnancy and we were very happy. I wanted to be well informed. Like many parents, I read every book I could get my hands on. After researching different birth options, I knew that I wanted a natural childbirth with a midwife.
     My husband and I pondered a homebirth, but we were currently living with and caring for an elderly woman and the situation wouldn’t have made it acceptable. We chose a Certified Nurse Midwife (CNM) at a birth center. My pregnancy was relatively easy physically. Emotionally it was a different story. I became obsessed with finishing my college degree before my baby was born. I poured every amount of obsessive energy I had into my classes. I proceeded to enroll myself into 8 credit hours in May, 24 credits between June and August, and another 20 for the fall semester. I took my last final to graduate on my due date. For months I had done nothing else but obsess about school and my birth. I finally began labor seven days past my due date, and I was an exhausted mess!
      All of my family and my in-laws had come to visit on my due date, and they watched me, waiting for me to go into labor. The anxiety could be easily measured as the days and hours ticked by. We were all up later than usual, playing board games, the night my water broke. I had been up since 6 that morning without a nap. We tried to be the dutiful parents and go to sleep, but I was just so excited. My contractions were only mild all of the next day. I tried drinking red raspberry leaf tea, walking and nipple stimulation, and nothing worked. Twenty-four hours after my water broke, I called my midwife. It was 1 am when I informed her of the situation. She regretfully told me that because of the protocols of the birth center after 24 hours of my water being broken would mean I had to change my birth plan to a hospital delivery. We drove to the hospital and they started me on a pitocin IV drip to induce contractions.
       The baby’s heart rate could only be picked up with me lying on my left side with my right knee flexed, and my other leg straight. If I rolled one way of the other or moved my legs the nurse would come in and scold me because they lost the babies heart rate on the monitor. I was having terrible back labor and my two support people, exhauseted from being awake for over two days, were finally asleep while I labored. I heard the doctor arguing with the nurse about why I hadn’t been prepped for a cesarean yet, since it had been 30 hours since my water was broken, and 4 hours of pitocin had made no change in my dilation. At this point, I lost it. The last thing I wanted, and what I was most afraid of was a surgical delivery. I asked the doctor when he came in if I could have the chance of an epidural and sleep before resorting to surgery, and he agreed.
     The anesthesiologist was un-empathetic. The nurse had to physically hold me down, when he was inserting the epidural catheter. I started pushing with the contractions and had a bowel movement on the table. I told him what was happening and he inserted the medication anyway. After that I slept, the sleep of the dead. For three hours I slept while my baby descended. When my midwife finally arrived, she could see my baby’s head. I requested she turn off the epidural, which she did, and I pushed for 3 hours before my daughter was eventually born vaginally, once I was able to feel my contractions again during the last 30 minutes of pushing. She went right onto my chest, but once the cord was cut all of my family took her from me, and held her because they had waited so long for me to give birth. They flew out of town right after the birth because it was just two days before Christmas. When I finally got my daughter back, I struggled.      
     I had severe baby-blues after she was born, and I cried every time I thought about her birth. I had done everything right. I read books, I took Bradley classes, I hired a midwife, and planned an out-of-hospital birth. How had it all turned out so differently? It was several months before I developed a real attachment to my daughter, and it showed. She would cry all day long. I could never get her to burp, and I held her very stiffly. I didn’t really want to touch her. She would have such severe gas pains by the time my husband got home from work, that he would spend the first 30 minutes after his arrival burping her. I loved her because she was a baby, but I didn’t love her for being my baby. My attachment gradually grew as I discovered attachment parenting. It was what I was already doing but didn’t know it, until I read about it from a Mothering Magazine I found at the library.
      I had wanted to become a doula and childbirth educator when I was pregnant, but I was afraid to pursue those goals after, what I believed was, my botched natural birth. My greatest fears were realized when I talked to The Bradley Method instructor trainers, and they told me that I couldn’t become an instructor unless I met some ridiculous extra requirements since I didn’t have a “Bradley Method Birth’, because three hours out of my 36 hours of labor was medicated. I put off becoming an educator and focused on my doula training. I trained with Doulas of North America (DONA) and I had a wonderful, kind and supportive instructor who listened to my birth story and assured me that I would still have great value to offer to pregnant women.  
     When my daughter was 5 months old, I discovered I was pregnant on a family vacation. Although it was not planned we were excited. On the drive home I began to feel ill. We made an emergency stop in Reno Nevada and got a hotel room for the night. I began to cramp and ran to the toilet where I remained for the next 3 hours as I passed my 10-week-old little angel baby. I was devastated. Family members said supportive things like “Well it is for the best you already have one baby.” Or “Well maybe you were wrong and you weren’t really pregnant.” I struggled additionally postpartum, due to this loss.
      My family moved to Denver Colorado for my husband to attend school and I found myself immersed in a wonderful birth community. I was well supported, and was soon a very busy doula attending 2-4 births a month. I also became a CAPPA, certified childbirth educator and began teaching classes. We decided we were ready to get pregnant again when my daughter was a little over 18 months old. We knew we wanted a home birth so we had been setting aside money every month to pay for the midwife. We tried and tried and I couldn’t conceive. I ended up weaning my daughter and got pregnant the very next month. We were thrilled! This pregnancy, I was certain that I would be even more perfect than the previous one. I followed the Brewers Diet to a “T”. I wrote down everything I ate for 10 months. I walked three miles every day. I re-read every book and even quit attending births so I could focus on my own pregnancy. I wanted to control everything. When my midwife came for my 36-week home visit she was surprised to find that I had removed all of the labels for my canned food, and relabeled them with my personal labeler so they would all match.
      My house was perfectly clean. I couldn’t stand to have any dirty laundry, and washed partially full loads all day long. Everything had to be perfect. I was not going to screw up again! When labor started 7-days after my due date, just like my first birth, I took a Benadryl and went right to bed. I was not going to make the same mistake of not sleeping like I had with my previous birth. I awoke a few hours later, and proceeded to walk and squat just as I knew I should. When the midwives were called around 6 am I was laboring well and the birth tub was filled. I would get in but the contractions wouldn’t feel as strong, so I would get right out again terrified that my labor would stall. When my water broke and I started pushing on the birth stool the midwife suggested that it might finally be safe for me to get in the water. As I was pushing I yelled to the midwife, “It’s not coming down.” The apprentice was surprised as the baby was crowning and the midwife assured her I had some trauma from pushing for 3 hours with my previous birth. Three pushes later, my son was born and placed in my arms. It was perfect! I had trouble urinating after the birth, and needed to be catheterized. A resulting kidney infection followed a few days later, because in trying to be perfect and control my anxiety I moved a piano and exerted myself too much.
      Fourteen months later I discovered I was eight weeks pregnant with child, number three. I was still nursing my son and was struggling with feeling sick and exhausted. I had two trips planned to visit family alone, while my husband was in another city studying to sit for the bar exam. After my 3 week “vacation”, I arrived home completely exhausted. I lay down to nurse my baby one night and felt a gush of fluid. I got up and the bed was soaked with blood. I continued to bleed. It was a Sunday, but I managed to find a midwife who would see me. She found heart tones right away and put me on some herbs to help prevent miscarriage. I continued to bleed heavily, but never experienced cramping. Later that week, I went to see an obstetrician. Upon examination, he found no heart tones. He returned to the room with a speculum and sponge forceps to “remove the fetal parts”. I told him I wasn’t going to let him touch me until I had an ultrasound and was sure the baby had passed away, since I still wasn’t cramping and hadn’t passed a 13-week fetus.
      The ultrasound showed a healthy baby and two large subchorionic hemorrhages between my uterine wall and the placenta. My placenta was only attached by about 30% of its surface area. They told me I most likely would lose the baby before 20 weeks, and if the baby made it to an age of viability, the chance of carrying full term was almost none. I was put on strict bed rest. It was really difficult caring for two young children while living with my mother, and my husband being 400 miles away from me. My “normal” pregnancy depression and anxiety deepened. I continued to bleed off and on throughout the pregnancy.
     When I hit the 27 week gestation mark, age of viability at the time of this pregnancy, I decided to interview midwives just in case I could make it full term. I interviewed three different midwives, and I really didn’t love any of them. My choice ultimately came to choose the only one carrying a license to carry medication, such as pitocin, if needed, due to my increased risk for postpartum hemorrhage. My husband was home and we moved into our own place about half way through the pregnancy. Our finances were very tight, and the home was a family-owned property we could rent for less money. It was infested with ants, cockroaches and black widows. There was no heat besides an ineffective, wood-burning stove. I was new to the area and didn’t know many people, and had few friends. Money was almost nonexistent, and we were struggling just to keep fed. My one year old was very “young for his age”. He didn’t walk until he was nearly 18 months old. He had stomach and bowel problems, as well as unknown vision and hearing problems. He had many needs demanding my time and attention, and I was always sleep deprived. My pregnancy issues continued to worsen. I gained over 60 pounds, due to being continually on modified, bed-rest
     By the time I reached 32-weeks of my pregnancy, things were terrible. I started to hear voices, telling me to do things, such as running away and abandoning my family. It felt conflicted and confused, since I really loved my husband and children, and had no true desire to leave. However, the obsessive thoughts and voices commanding me to leave would not leave my head. It was worse during the night. I would kneel by my bed and just pray, and cry for the voices to stop and leave me alone. I began experiencing repeat nightmares and day-dreams of running away to Reno (where I had had my miscarriage), and having the baby there alone and leaving him at the hotel. I finally developed the courage to tell my husband what I was feeling, and he was loving and supportive but he didn’t really understand the seriousness of my illness.   
     My due date came and went, and I was a complete basket case. I wandered around the house in a fog, barely able to function. Late at night I spent my time crying and praying for the voices to stop until I collapsed in exhaustion. A dear friend and doula traveled to me, from out-of-state, and stayed for 3-weeks prior to the birth because she was so concerned about me. During the last few weeks of my pregnancy I began to beg my husband, nightly, to take me to the hospital and request a c-section. I knew intuitively and from past experience that my psychological symptoms were caused by hormonal changes induced by the pregnancy. I knew if the pregnancy was over, I would be better. He did not ever take me in to the hospital, despite my pleas. Finally 7 days past my due date, I told my midwife in greater detail what I had been experiencing and begged her to take me in for a c-section. Instead, she stripped my membranes, resulting in uterine contractions, about 8 hours later. I was handling my contractions well, and it was about four o-clock in the morning, when I felt like it was time to call the midwife. Upon her arrival and examination, she found my cervix to be 7 cm dilated. However, the baby’s head was not presenting firmly against the cervix. She told me that if I wanted to have the baby born at home she needed to hold open the “hanging sleeve of cervix”, and I needed to push, and the baby would be born in a few minutes. Four excruciating hours later of her fingers manually opening my cervix and my pushing against a partially-closed cervix, I was finally completely dilated.
      The midwife continued to apply pressure to my perineum with her fingers, even after I repeatedly requested for her to stop. She was talking to her child on the phone, who had left her lunch at home with one hand, and applying pressure to my body with the other. I finally kicked her aside and pulled myself into a squat and my baby boy was born with his face up toward me. The midwife delivered the placenta, weighed the baby, and left my home. When I got up to use the bathroom a while later, I was brought to my knees by the pain I felt. It was impossible for me to stand up straight. I crawled to the bathroom, and when I wiped myself, I felt something between my legs. My cervix and part of my uterus were hanging outside of my vagina. I called the midwife telling her what I was feeling, and she said it was normal after the difficult birth I had experienced. She called again three days postpartum to check on the baby. I saw her at six weeks after the birth, to fill out the birth certificate, but I could never share the trauma symptoms, I was experiencing, surrounding my birth. When my baby was about 2-months old, the midwife asked me to come speak at a free community childbirth class she offered to share my birth story. When I stood up to address the classroom, I couldn’t speak, and I began to shake. This was completely different than my normal self. My husband shared our brief story. I struggled greatly with pain and depression after the birth. I felt abandoned: by my two friends who where there who acted as my doulas, by my husband, but most of all I felt betrayed by my midwife. Homebirth was supposed to be safe and what happened to me was far from safe.
     It took years, and I never fully recovered mentally or physically from the birth of my third child. I couldn’t stand or walk for more than about half-an-hour without having to lie down. Sex was very painful. I had problems holding my urine or passing a bowel movement. When I finally saw a gynecologist the diagnosis was; a severe uterine prolapse, perinial tear that was not sutured (the midwife said I didn’t tear), a cystocelle, and a rectocelle. Upon my baby’s first birthday, I began my apprenticeship in midwifery. I believed that if homebirth was going to be an emotionally safe option for women, I needed to be the one to provide care for them.  
      My apprenticeship was intense and I struggled mentally and physically during the entire three years. A year into my training, I discovered I was unexpectedly pregnant. I was terrified of having another baby. What would happen to my body? Would I emotionally be able to handle the pregnancy? I vomited eight to ten times per day throughout my third trimester. I knew it was related to emotional trauma.  I had never had morning sickness with my other pregnancies. I had a great distrust of my husband being able to support me through the pregnancy or the birth. The mistrust combined with both of us having difficulty accepting another baby into our lives, greatly affected our relationship. I experienced daydreams of having an abortion and ending the pregnancy. I prayed continually for a miscarriage.
     I shared all of these thoughts with my new midwife (she was also my preceptor).  She listened sympathetically and encouraged me to enter psychotherapy. Physically I was a mess. The added weight of the baby caused even more problems with my prolapses. I spent the majority of time in bed. About five months into the pregnancy when I realized that I was going to carry the pregnancy to term, I began to see a therapist. She had a Masters degree in Marriage and Family Therapy, and I had seen her as a teenager. She had a good grasp on my history and family dynamics, plus she had given birth to her children at home. She worked with me using Somatic Experiencing treatments, to physically work through the emotional-trauma I had experienced during my previous birth. She also counseled me to try to help reduce my depressive, anxiety and OCD symptoms that popped up with my pregnancies. I was able to work through the trauma enough and gained confidence that I could have this baby.
      My depression and anxiety continued, and the voices in my head returned in my final month. I had a supportive midwife and husband who would have supported a c-section if I chose. I considered it continually, as I argued with the obsessive voices in my head telling me to run away. I began to take a nightly dose of Tylenol and Ambian to get me through each terrifying night. About one week before my due date, I could no longer ignore the voices anymore, and I left. I pack everything and went to a hotel about thirty minutes away from my home. I called my husband and my midwife who were out driving around looking for me, and told them I would be home after I had the baby. I was gone for a full day before I came home. Even with all of the therapy and work I had done, I was still terrified of the birth and of the baby knowing that he had been unwanted.
      Every morning I awoke to find that he had turned into a breech position. I would talk to him during the day and gently push his head down and by nighttime he would be head down, only to turn again every night. This continued for two weeks and my greatest desire just might have been met, a cesarean delivery. I met with my back-up doctor but he said it would be a tragedy to give me a c-section (what a good guy). He tried to convince me to try an external version to turn the baby, and then break my water to induce me. I declined. I went home and struggled a few more days every morning waking to a breech baby and going to bed with him head down. Finally, seven days after my due date I awoke, knowing that the only way the baby was going to come out was if I did it, and he was head down.
      In my normal pattern labor started that night. I labored well alone, just as I so often fantasized about during my pregnancy. The midwife came early that morning and an hour later my husband caught, my son who was also born with his face upward, in an almost painless water birth. The pain of the contractions paled in comparison to the physical and emotional pain I had been feeling. I knew the only way to healing was through my birth.  I was so looking forward to the shift in hormones during the week that followed just like my other births, so that would allow me to start feeling like “me” again. It never came.  We loved our surprise baby the minute he joined our family, but he had some medical problems, and was very fussy and demanding. We had breastfeeding issues. He was tongue-tied and he had to be on medication daily. I never came out of my pregnancy-induced, brain-fog like I had before.
      The obsessive thoughts and anxiety continued, and I stopped sleeping. I remember very little until my son was about eight months old. I have fleeting memories of a baby crawling in a certain way, to later discover after talking to others, that it was my son. I have baby outfits in my mind, but no memory of him wearing them. My midwife urged me to go and talk to my family practice doctor, and he started me on medication. He had been my doctor since my youth. He knew my family history of depression, and he also knew how sensitive I had been to hormones over the years. When he prescribed the antidepressant he firmly stated, “You are not going to need this forever.I can’t really explain what happens to you when you are pregnant and nursing but you feeling this way shouldn’t be happening. I believe that when you wean and your hormones balance you will not need this anymore. Make sure you come and see me again then.” A light was opened for me. I hated the stigma that came with a midwife taking antidepressants. I must not have done enough yoga, taken my omega 3s, or used the right essential oils. Upon beginning medication I started to be aware of my baby’s babyhood, and the tragedy was that I had already missed out on most of his first year. The voices went away and the fog cleared. The anxiety was still high but livable.
     I had a hysterectomy, a rectocelle, and cyctocelle repair when my youngest was just twelve months old. It was very difficult physically and emotionally. I was in the hospital four days longer than expected due to a hemorrhage and was flat on my back, in bed for six weeks. I struggled emotionally with the truth that I never would have another baby. I knew it needed to happen, but I felt betrayed by my body and by my mind. I slowly grew to accept that things turned out as they did, and physically my health began to improve. Two and a half years later, I am still not fully recovered. I stayed on antidepressants until I weaned my youngest at the age of two and a half. I slowly weaned myself off Zoloft. True to my doctors and my own beliefs, I have been fine. The obsessive thoughts, OCD tendencies, depression, and high unlivable anxiety have gone. I still retained some residual anxiety. My therapist commented that she thinks it is a habit I have developed and I am working on things.
     I believe that I suffered needlessly, partly due to the belief by the natural birth community that depression, anxiety, OCD and psychosis do not exist when a mother chooses to birth at home. I also suffered because my midwives were not able or willing to refer me out to the mental health care that I truly needed. This is not ok. It is a tragedy that is affecting far too many naturally birthing mothers. It is for these reasons that I have chosen to share my difficult stories as a midwife, a mother, and a birth professional. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

The Story of an Untreated Post Partum Mood Disorder

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The Story of an Untreated Post Partum Mood Disorder and the Journey of a Certified Professional Midwife into the Mental Health Profession
By: Tara Tulley CPM, MSW


     My story begins long before I became a midwife, but becoming a midwife is a pivotal time of my life in defining my relationship with a beast that I did not know existed until many years later. I believe all paths we are drawn to in life are no mistake, but sometimes the paths we choose are a result of hiding pain that we do not have words for. My story of choosing midwifery as my path is largely a result of just that, a monster that no one, including me, knew about. The name of the monster was Postpartum Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (PPOCD). 
     Historical Facts: I am a granddaughter of a male midwife. I was born into the hands of my grandfather, in a small township in the northern part of Wisconsin. My grandmother gave birth to ten children at home, at a time when women were routinely knocked out of conscious awareness of their births, rarely breastfed, and the idea of health food was equated with quackery.  My grandparents lived in the middle of a wooded forest near the edge of the Eagle River. My grandmother was ahead of her time in her interest in natural medicine. After establishing a homestead they opened a health food store, and healing center. Folks would come from miles away, because it was the only health food store within a 2-3 state radius.
     My grandmother’s knowledge and dedication to healthy living, and thinking outside the box, led to me being raised mostly on whole-wheat bread, homeschooled, and being born at home. My mother gave birth to me on that same homestead that she was born, near Eagle River. I was the oldest of eight children who were all born at home, into the hands of a midwife.
     It would seem natural that I also choose to give birth at home. When my daughter was less than 2-weeks old, I walked into the Utah School of Midwifery, and made the decision to start midwifery school that very same day.  It would also seem to be natural, that as soon as I signed up, I was not content to study the courses in the order of the 3-year program outline. I was so excited to become a midwife that I decided, with a brand new baby, that I could handle taking year-1 and year-2 classes at the same time.  It wouldn’t seem out of the realm of normal to tell you that by the time my daughter was 18-months old, I had finished nearly 3-years worth of course work, was pregnant again, and was more than half of the way through my clinical training required to become a Certified Professional Midwife (CPM).  Would it also surprise you to know that when my second child was born (only 19 months after my first), that I attended 10 births that month, and was attending births again by the time he was one week old? Given my ties to natural healing, and midwifery, upon first glance, this seems reasonable. Or does it?
     Let me tell you the rest of the story: I had a difficult period during my teenage years. I suffered from a severe eating disorder, and post-traumatic stress disorder from sexual abuse. I graduated from high school at the age of 16, and struggled through two years of college with destructive behaviors and thoughts. But something magical happened when I turned 18, I met a knight in shinning armor. Needing to be rescued, and too ashamed to tell him about my past, I made a dramatic change, and decided everything was now perfect! I wanted nothing else than to get married, quit school, and to be the stay-at-home, homeschooling, and perfect mother to six or seven children that my mother had been to eight of her own. At that time I figured that all of my problems were solved. I got married a few months after my 19th birthday, I quit school, and the plan was for me to work while my husband was finishing school, get pregnant, and to have a new baby by the time he graduated.
     Everything was going as planned. We had timed it just right, and became pregnant the first month that we tried. The baby would be born right at the time my husband was becoming a senior in college working on his computer science degree, I would quit working, and he would increase his work hours as soon as our baby was born. We both had a common goal for me to stay at home to raise our children, and for me to not have to work outside the home. I had an image of being a happy, perfect, housewife. I planned on homeschooling like my mother, baking all of my own bread, canning hundreds of jars of fruit, and preserves, and supporting my husband while he worked. I thought that as soon as my baby was born, life would suddenly become perfect. I worked long hours as a shipping supervisor at my fathers warehouse. I was on my feet for 9-13 hours a day for my first six months of pregnancy. Even though much of the extra work I gave myself to do was self-inflicted, I never thought that slowing down was necessary. When I was tired I would just remind myself of how perfect my life would be when my new baby was in my arms, and I never had to set foot into an outside job again.
     This plan was fine, until something happened to me around my 26-28th week of pregnancy. I experience the first panic-attack since the beginning of my marriage. I started to have horrible thoughts that would keep me up all night long. What if my baby was born too soon? What if she died? What if she had a severe birth defect? At work these thoughts ran over and over in my brain. I tried to distract myself, and would push myself to work longer hours on my feet, and harder than anyone else, in order to keep the horrific thoughts from entering my mind. A friend of mine, who was only a few weeks ahead of me in gestation, gave birth to her baby after going into premature labor at 28 weeks. I begin worrying obsessively that this was going to happen to me. I worried sometimes until I was throwing up, because I was so sure that this would happen to me. I worried so much that one day, while I was walking down one of the isles of warehouse shelving, I walked right into a pellet jack. I tripped, falling onto a concrete floor onto my belly. I hit the floor pretty hard.
     Panicking that I had abrupted my placenta, I called my midwife, and drove directly to her home office. I was having mild contractions, and was sure I was in labor, and that my baby was going to be born early. I was so worried, that she sent me to the hospital to be monitored. When I was in the hospital, I was terrified that the hospital staff was going to do something to cause me to have a caesarian section, because that is what had happen to my friend. I would not let my midwife leave the hospital, and she stayed there for many hours because I was afraid. Having no indication of impending birth, even though I continued to have mild contractions, the doctor released me to go home on bed rest, and on medication that made my anxiety worse. I was told to stay on bed rest for two or three weeks, and that if things stopped, that I could go back to work.
    Now I was experiencing anxiety, and not allowed to get out of bed. The thoughts became worse and worse, and I was calling my midwife two or three times a day, sure that the contractions had changed and that I was really in labor. After three days of this, and not being able to convince me that I was not in labor, I went in for a second trip to the hospital, more medication that induced anxiety, and was sent home again.
     I endured the three weeks of best rest by completing take-home projects from work in order to keep my mind off of the fact that "I knew" my baby was going to be born at any moment. When I did go back to work, I cut my hours back from 9-13, to 4 hours per day. This put stress on our financial situation because I had planned on working full time for a few more months. The anxiety and thoughts became more severe, but because I was driving everyone crazy with them, I started keeping them to myself. I hated being in my body. I hated feeling like I was an alien in my own body. I started to resent my baby. I knew that as soon as I hit my 37th week, I was considered full-term, and started looking up every natural induction method I could find. The day I hit my 37th week, I woke up and drank 4 oz of castor oil, and started every herb that I could find that said it could start labor. I started contracting, but ended up with 5 long days of off and on contractions, and premature rupture of membranes. After my water broke, my contractions stopped for 30 hours. When my midwife was becoming concerned, and suggesting the possibility of transferring to a hospital, I tried castor oil one more time, and 10-hours later pushed out a perfectly healthy 6 lb 12 oz baby girl.
     I had worn my midwife out, my husband out, and I was pretty tired. I was happy that I was finally free of the pregnancy, and happy that now I could start my perfect life. I was fine for the first five or six days after my daughter’s birth. However, when she was a week old something changed. I was sitting in my apartment, and I was frozen. I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself. I wanted to run from my baby, and I wanted to run away from my husband. I couldn’t cope with the quiet hours of having only a baby and myself in an apartment all day. I couldn’t organize my thoughts enough to clean, I couldn’t think of how to make dinner, and I felt trapped in my life. What made it worse, was that my daughter had developed reflux, and was often crying all day long. I could not console her, and I become intensely angry toward her. I wanted to throw her against the wall. I wanted to smoother her so that she would stop. Instead I put her safely in her basinet, closed the door, and curled up on my couch and cried. This continued for about five days. I didn’t want to tell my husband that I hated our baby, and that I wanted to make her screaming stop.  So instead I came up with a plan. I decided that it was obviously not a good idea for me to be a stay at home mom. So instead I walked into the office of the Utah College of Midwifery, filled out my application right there, and signed up for classes. I did not consult my husband, I did not ask him what he thought about me suddenly changing the plans of our future. I just did it because I knew I would not survive motherhood if I stayed home.
     This seemed to work, or at least gave me something else to think about, when my baby was screaming, or when I was panicking when I was home alone with her. I was able to take her to class with me, and by the time I was in regular classes, we had figured out that she had a dairy allergy. I continued to breastfeed her, and she calmed down as soon as I stopped eating dairy. I decided to take both year one and year two classes the first year because it meant that for four days a week I was with other adults, and not by myself with a baby. I thought it was better because it would keep me from hurting her. Things started to become more stable, my husband, while initially shocked, became supportive and understanding of my need to have an outside-of–the home pursuit, and at least what I was doing supported me keeping my baby with me.
     When my daughter was 7-months old, I was feeling better. I was adjusting to life. I did not feel anxious all the time anymore, and I decided that I really missed out on pregnancy the first time around. I thought that a second time, would be a much better experience, because now I knew more about birth. I was becoming a professional, and that it would be a perfect pregnancy this time. I was doing what I loved, and having a second baby while attending school with a breast-feeding baby seemed like no problem. I became pregnant for a second time, when my daughter was just 8 months old. I was breastfeeding her fully, but the second pregnancy didn’t last. I began spotting at just 5 weeks gestation. Panicking, I abruptly weaned my daughter. Although, I knew that weaning would not prevent a miscarriage, I became terrified, and stopped doing anything that might possibly contribute to the inevitable. Within a few days, I was bleeding heavily, and the grief I felt was beyond anything I could imagine. I felt betrayed and hopeless, instead of processing the grief, I became intent on becoming pregnant again as soon as possible, in order to make up for the loss that I was feeling. I became pregnant with my son a couple of months later, but to my surprise, the sadness over the loss did not go away. I held resentment toward the baby I was carrying throughout the last month of my pregnancy, when I finally broke down after I had sat through a presentation on pregnancy loss through one of my midwifery classes.
    During that second viable pregnancy, I began attending births as a birth assistant. In order to cope with my loss, I made myself available to several midwives. I was attending an average of 8-10 births a month throughout my pregnancy, and for several months after my son was born, without a break. Although I loved what I was doing, as soon as I hit my third trimester, I started experiencing the same obsessive worries and thoughts that I had experienced with my first baby. I started feeling like an alien in my body again, and started hating what was inside of me. I wanted out of my body more than anything. Once again, even though by now I knew the benefits of allowing the baby and the body to choose when the birth should occur, I aggressively induced myself at 37-weeks of pregnancy, and gave birth to my son 3 weeks early. I did not even give myself a chance to stay at home this time. I was feeling insane at home by the time my son was 7-days old, and went out with the first midwife who called me. Luckily, my son was a very easygoing baby, and it was easy to take him to births with me. But the depression and anxiety symptoms I was feeling continued to become worse.
      When my son was 2-months old, my grandfather died of cancer. During that time, someone made an unkind comment to me about the amount of weight I had gained, and how I needed to just go walking everyday and to stop eating so much. Having never truly resolved the pain behind the eating disordered life I led as a teenager, I became angry, and I felt a switch turn in my head. By that time I was mostly done with my course work, and so I had many hours at home with my two very young children when I was not attending births. To escape, I begin taking them to a gym where I could leave my children in the daycare for four hours a day. I would spend four hours everyday on the weight machines, in yoga classes, and swimming. Additionally I would often run an additional 2-3 hours at night after my husband came home from work. I started using diet pills, and quickly dropped weight. By the time my son was a year old, I started to feel better, I stopped being as obsessive with my exercise, and I started to build my practice. I started to feel OK about myself again. This time, I was not so anxious to become pregnant again. In fact, I developed PTSD about being pregnant. Having two pregnancies in a row that felt terrible to live in, and having a difficult year after each of them, I just was not sure I could ever do it again.
    It took me two full years until I finally decided, that I really did want to have a least one more child and that waiting any longer would space them out too far apart. I was panicking about how I would handle a third child. During each of my pregnancies, I developed severe anxiety symptoms during the third trimester. My midwife, who had never been trained to see anxiety in pregnancy, nor had any other midwife I knew, did not catch onto what was going on with my mental health. No one saw any of my extreme reactions to childbirth as being related to a postpartum mood disorder. Everyone just thought I was superwoman, and a little bit on over-drive. I didn’t want anyone to know what I was really feeling inside. I made sure I looked so well put together, that I convinced most people that I was just an amazing person who didn’t need a postpartum recovery period.
     I finally decided that it was time to have another baby, and after only one month of trying, I became pregnant with child number three. From the beginning, this pregnancy was more difficult than the other two. I developed morning sickness that was severe, and never went away for the whole nine months. By this time, I was completely done with school, I was a Certified Professional Midwife, and I was teaching CPR and First Aid and Safety Courses to midwives and for The Red Cross. But most of the time, I was home with my two children. I became depressed much earlier this time. I had promised myself that for this pregnancy, I would not let what had happened the first to two times happen again. That I would love my last trimester, and I would allow labor to begin on it’s own. I had promised myself, that I would not be needy and whiny to my midwife, and drive her insane about every small thing that I was sure was an impending problem.
     Between the morning sickness, and not being able to handle being home all day, when I hit my third trimester, I became worse than before. I was sure that my baby was breech. I knew she was going to die. I knew that this time I would have a bad hemorrhage and die. No matter how much I tried to use my objective brain, and put the thoughts to rest, they just would not go away. When I hit my 37th week of pregnancy, once again, I started trying to evict the baby that had pushed me out of my body. When she did not come, and was pregnant until 12 days before her due date, I lost all reason. I broke down daily, with my husband and midwife not understanding, that with my knowledge and skills, why I could not just go about my day and be OK with being pregnant. After all, I advised all my clients to allow their body to choose, and to try to enjoy the last few moments with my baby inside. But I could not do it for myself, and I didn’t understand why. I was no longer Tara, the midwife, with a clear head. Instead I believed I could not handle another minute of pregnancy, and convinced my midwife to rupture my membranes at 38.5 weeks of pregnancy. About 12 hours later I had a baby. But the baby-moon did not last even a few days this time. This time, I was panicking and feeling violated every time she would breastfeed. I became so anxious, and unable to rationalize my state of being, that I often give her a bottle of formula at night so that I could at least have one feeding that did not cause me to feel violated and anxious.
    Feeling guilty, because I was a midwife promoting breastfeeding only, I sunk into a deep depression. I started taking my children, and going places away from home all day long. I went to a professional photo studio with my ten-day old baby, and had taken all three of my children to Costco, and several hours later ended up at my parents’ home. While I was sitting in a chair at my mother’s house, I started to feel ill, and I went and lay on her bed. I developed a high fever, and became delirious. My lack of rest resulted in a severe case of mastitis and a uterine infection. I was unable to leave my mother’s bed for 3-days, I could not hold my baby to feed her. My mother would bring her too me, and hold her to my breast so that she could eat, and then take her away.
    Upon recovering from my physical illness, my mental state continued to slip. I found myself developing an unhealthy friendship, which turned into a business partnership. Because I could not cope with being alone, I became involved with a toxic business partner, and let others dictate my parenting skills. I started working more and more, and allowed this partnership to take over my reasoning and my family life. This continued for a couple of years, and in the end resulted in me becoming severely eating disordered again, and finally resorting to therapy, and gaining enough power to break away from my business partnership that was destroying my life and my family.
    However, by this time, no therapists connected any of my behaviors, or my emotional state back to my pregnancies. While there were underlying trauma reactions that I had never resolved, much of the distress I experienced was really triggered during and after my pregnancies. The first two pregnancies I had suffered, but the third pregnancy put me into a cycle that I was stuck in long after I was no longer having babies, and no longer breastfeeding.  In fact, the anxiety I was experiencing after the birth of my third child was so severe, that it caused my baby to self-wean at 10.5 months. Feeling ashamed and guilty, at not being able to be an example of a “natural mother” to my clients, who seemed to have no problem following my advice, I hid what my postpartum life was like from my family, and from my collogues. My midwife never suspected that what I was experiencing during my pregnancy was anxiety, and she did not know that I struggled at all after my births, because I seemed so put together, and I told her I was fine.
     In tried to understand and recover from my postpartum downward, spiral, and business partnership that resulted in tens of thousands of dollars in debt. I had difficulty finding a mental health provider who really could understand what was going on behind my face. I found a sympathetic therapist, who understood that the disordered eating I showed, was a bit different in treatment response then the standard clinical example of an eating disorder, but neither she nor I really made the connection of how pregnancy and motherhood played into my mental struggles. I had to search and study, and in the end resorted to obtaining a mental health degree myself. However, even my graduate studies barely mentioned or touched on the subject of maternal mental health issues. In a graduate program that promoted itself as reaching areas of diversity in underserved populations, it seemed to totally miss one of the largest areas of disparity: maternal mental health.
     I am now a healthy woman, with prospective, and a midwifery career and now a mental health career.  I've spent thousands of dollars in obtaining college degrees, in therapy, and countless hours in studying in order to understand out what was feeding my pain. I am not sorry that for the educational qualifications I have obtained in the process. I love being a midwife, and I love the work that I do in the field of maternal mental health. I am grateful that life is a good instructor, and I have learned how to become well. But sometimes I wish that training in prenatal and postpartum mood disorders had been a part of my midwifery education. I am perplex that postpartum mood disorders are the most common complication of childbirth, and yet get so little attention in the mental health field. I sometimes wonder if I would have been able to avoid the life-threatening times that I was severely eating disordered as a mother with young children. I wish I had not missed the first few years of their lives because I was not well enough to be present. I had wanted to have more than three children. I wonder if I would have been able to, had someone recognized my disorder either during my pregnancy or soon after my birth. If someone questioned the rationality of starting a new career path and registering for school without my husband's input, with a 2-week old baby, and realized what I was covering up. What could I have gained in being diagnosed and treated early on?  I may have still gone to midwifery school, but perhaps I would have done so after having time to consider my decision, and not because I was trying to avoid harming my baby at all cost.
   I do not regret my life journey. I have learned how build relationships with my children, and in my recovered and stable mind, I am able to sit with them and enjoy them as teenagers. Although, I am still on the go much of the time, I have learned to be OK with quiet time, and I think through my pursuits before taking action on them. I have learned to recognize when I need to find balance, and when I need to slow down. I enjoy healthy friendships, and good boundaries with those friends. I have a wonderful relationship with my spouse who has stuck through with me during the times I was sick and did not know it. I also am passionate about early detection and recognition of perinatal mood and related disorder so that women do not have to suffer long after they have left the side of their birth care provider. My pain led to years of unnecessary suffering. I could have still pursued my degrees, and my career without the suffering for as long as I suffered had mental health screening and training been a part of my prenatal care. Had someone recognized, and had I received the proper treatment, I could have been enjoying my children and the life I enjoy now much sooner.
     As a professional in the natural birth movement I think that there is a perception about our clients being healthy, and we are tempted to believe are clients are immune to mental health concerns because we are avoiding interventions. We strive to empower our clients throughout their care. Emotional illnesses are difficult to spot, and unless we are trained to screen and to look for the signs of these unique disorders, we will miss them completely and fall under the elusion that our clients do not suffer from them. The birth provider may be the only touch point a woman has to be educated and to be screened for pregnancy-related, mental health disorders. She may otherwise not ever tell, and may suffer long-term. Her relationships will suffer, her children will suffer, her marriage will suffer, and her life will suffer. In the best case, she will recover on her own, and go on to be happy. It the worse case, she will develop a long-term mental health disorder, or possibly take her own life or the life of her baby.
    If you are a healthcare provider, doula, or professional providing care to women during this important time, I urge you to educate yourself, and to take the time to learn about postpartum mood disorders. I am a midwife and even armed with knowledge and empowering birth choices, I still fell prey to a postpartum mood disorder. I urge you all to take advantage of the trainings offered by Postpartum Support International (http://www.postpartum.net) or The Healing Group (http://www.thehealinggroupcom).  I hope that my story will inspire you, as a fellow birth or mental health professional, to take time to learn more about perinatal mood disorders and that you may become a resource to women during this important time.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

New Life Ventures

I would like to announced that I have accepted a position as a therapist and educator at The Healing Group http://www.thehealinggroup.com/introducing-thg-utah-county-tara-tulley-csw

I am now taking referrals at our Springville office. What this means is that I will be focusing more on providing counseling, education, and professional consultation for issues regarding perinatal mental health and other women's health concerns. I am also focusing more on being a midwifery educator and will be limiting my active birth practice as a midwife. 

I am happy to provide support and consultation with other birth care providers, and will be continuing to develop resources to educate new midwives on a community level with our community midwifery school.

I am very excited to embark on this new adventure, and love the The Healing Group practitioners and staff! 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Birth of a Midwife- The Life of Male Midwife Arnold Branham


This full feature will be available for preorder starting at our Celebrating Womanhood Event on May 12th, and we will have an order form on our website after that date. The proceeds from this documentary will go toward the tuition expenses of our student midwives at Birth Rite Women's Center Community School of Midwifery. Our goal is to help train midwives who are most appropriate to serve their demographic, and especially under served areas.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Please take a moment to complete a survey about midwifery education

I am posting a survey for our community midwifery school that has emerged at Birth Rite Women's Center. I would like to get an idea of the level of interest for continuing this program and also we are looking at structuring a 2-4 year midwifery program that would help students with limited funding be able to go through the PEP process and meet the new requirements that NARM has posted as of yesterday. We are open to including many teaching opportunities utilitiing the talents of our diverse group of community birth workers,  and looking at how to provide a quality program to foster positive relationships within our birth community. Please take a minute to respond to the survey on the link below:
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/NZ2CT2W
Thank you,
Tara Tulley CPM, LDEM
Program Director Birth Rite Women's Center

Thursday, April 12, 2012

New Group offered by Birth Rite Women's Center

Please let people who may benefit know about this group. We are also looking at starting a birth trauma group with the same model. This is an evidence-based model, that was designed specifically for women recovering from trauma, and we are offering it right now for much lower of a rate than the standard cost for group therapy. This group is facilitated by experienced therapists who have had several years of experience working with trauma recovery, and also with midwives who understand how trauma and birth and interconnected.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A New Era Of Maternity Care in the United States

Report on 1st Annual NACPM/AME Symposium by Tara Tulley CPM, MSW:

I attended the NACPM Symposium in March and also participated in the lobby day in Washington DC. This is my report to the Utah Midwives on the outcome of the conference.

Dear Fellow Birth Advocates:

Birth care in the United States has reached a level of crisis. The current system of standard obstetrical care is unsustainable both in delivery of services, and in financial viability. The world wide recession and need for Medicaid and Medicare reform is changing the view of how maternity care is seen by the major players in federally funded programs. For the first time in modern US history midwives are being seriously looked at as a viable and evidence-based solution to both improving the quality of services to pregnant women, while also reducing the per ca pita spending to lower the amount of total GDP being spent on health care. Astoundingly, end-of-life care, and birth care are the largest areas of spending in hospital-based services.

An estimated 43% of annual births in the US are funded by Medicaid, and the cesarean section rate is now over 30%. The United States ranks 41st in maternal mortality and 28st in infant mortality.  Medical Administrators who control which providers are able to access these funds are embarrassed by these numbers. They are seeing the truth that midwives have long held to: American obstetrical standards are not currently using evidence-based practices, yet we spend more than countries on these services then do countries with much better outcomes.

The speaker panel of this historical symposium included: representatives from ACNM, MANA, and NACPM;  Dr Stephen Cha, MD Director of Health for Medicaid and Chip;Dr. Patrick Kelly, Director of the Board on Global Health at the U.S. Institute of Medicine; Dr. Tim Fisher, and obstetrician affiliate of ACOG; and many other key researchers, educators, and midwives who are looking to direct-entry midwives and out-of-hospital birth as a solution to solve the current crisis in maternal in infant health care.

Strong organizational initiatives are moving nationally and globally to unify all midwives and to secure a voice at the table for innovations being discussed in the health care system. There is a great need to create more midwives to fill the gaps in maternal health care and to create the educators and preceptor to train a minimum of 20,000 new midwives in the United States by 2020.

The statistics report given by Ida Darragh, CPM, show that there are about 10,000 CNMs in the United States, 2000 CPM certificates have been issues and 1549 CPMs in active current practice. The UK has about 11,000 registered midwives, and if all of our CNMs and CPMs moved to the UK we would barely meet the need for their minimum recommend number of midwives needed to care for the population of birthing women in the UK. The United States is short at least 20,000 midwives to fill our needs and a number of 30,000 is probably more accurate. By my estimate, this means each state needs to produce 600 new midwives in order to be able to optimally be able to serve women in all settings.

The International Confederation of Midwives (ICM) estimates that the shortage of midwives necessary to reducing maternal health care disparities and infant mortality world-wide of at least 350,000. There is much room for growth, and as a 29th Institution for educating new direct-entry midwives, my organization, Birth Rite Women's Center, and our community midwifery school that has emerged and is evolving has joined the Association of Midwifery Educators (AME) to increase access and funding for midwifery education.

Kristi Ridd-Young, current president of Midwives' College of Utah was voted in as vice-president of the Midwifery Education Accreditation Council (MEAC) board. Kristi and I both committed to working together to make midwifery education more available and accessible in Utah, and working with communities around the nation who are innovators in maternal healthcare and midwifery education.

Susy Meyers, Founder of Seattle School of Midwifery, and current president of NACPM is making headway into making midwifery education available in public colleges and universities in Washington State.

The NACPM symposium included a working day and focus groups to help us decide what needs our joined attention, and what we will do individually to help promote a unified front of midwives in our country. I agreed to join a committee of educators with an AME board to look at how to bring midwifery education to community schools, and access federal funding for education. There is also now a state chapter of NACPM in Utah, and currently I serve as the liaison to help strengthen education and build a strong community of midwives and birth professionals in Utah. I support and am working with our newly reorganized state organization the Utah Midwives' Association (UMWA) to help these initiatives move forward. I have provided links to the reports and numbers given by the speakers at the symposium in the following paragraph:

 Millbank report on evidence-based maternity care and innovations in maternity care, and looking at Crossing the Quality Chasm:
http://www.childbirthconnection.com/

Strong Start Initiative:
http://innovations.cms.gov/initiatives/strong-start/

International Confederation of Midwives standards for core competencies and education for midwives, and State of World's Midwifery Report:
http://www.internationalmidwives.org/

also http://www.midwives2014.org

Looking at adult learning theory and implementation of education models for midwives:
http://www.springerlink.com.content/8129067t81188655

For more of the notes and presentations from specific Speaker session, visit the NACPM Symposium Website:
http://cpmsymposium.com/

Birth Rite Women's Center Focuses on providing education, complete care in emotional, spiritual, and physical health of pregnant women and their families:
http://www.birthritewc.com





Sunday, January 29, 2012

Birth Rite Women's Center is New and Improved!

http://www.birthritewc.com/

Our newly designed website is getting better everyday! We are still adding content, and design, but we have our logo, and would love more people to know we are here! Please link to us if you have a blog, website, etc and improve our rankings! We have so many exciting things planned, and are gaining more momentum every day! Come join us for our free community event on April 14th!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

New Midwifery/Birth Professional Training Program

Last weekend, we had the most incredible weekend with Linda Wirth, wife of the late Dr. Fred Wirth, coauthor of the "Prenatal Parenting" Program, and co-founder of the "Prenatal Parenting Institute".

I am honored that the Prenatal Parenting Program will now be revitalized and updated for the first time since the untimely passing of Dr. Wirth, due to a courageous battle with Pancreatic/Liver Cancer, in 2009.

We, at Birth Rite Women's Center, have been working on a midwifery training model to reflect the principle of developing a peaceful womb environment to positively influence the development of peaceful minds, empowered living, and creating world peace.

The meeting with Linda Wirth was the accumulation of efforts that have come together from student midwives who come from various backgrounds. Bring unique talents we have begun the conceptualization of a new midwifery and birth professional training model.

Our model includes principles addressing the social, emotional, and spiritual needs of pregnant women and their partners, as well as the physical needs throughout pregnancy and beyond.

We are in the process of revamping and creating solid material that will be used to educate and empower families in any birth setting. We are bridging the gap in maternal health-care, in order to address multi-faceted issues that women face throughout their life-time experiences.

 Friday November 18th, an official training program will start for student midwives, doulas, birth assistants, and other professionals who are interested in learning how to address the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of women.

This program will be offered at a low cost of $25 per week, or $550 for a complete one-year training cycle that will include skills-labs with qualified preceptors for students wishing to become Certified Professional Midwives (CPM).

These workshops will be held most Fridays from 9am to 12pm, and will be followed by a one-hour, open-to-the-public, social potluck lunch from 12-1pm. A complete schedule will be posted here soon.

Please notify us in advance to reserve your spot by sending an email to utahmidwife@yahoo.com or calling Tara Tulley at 801-380-3247.

All classes will be held at our Spanish Fork office at 265 North Main Street Suite 104.


Saturday, May 28, 2011

Passing On the Trade- Free Educational Workshops for Students

Starting Friday June 3rd I will be holding student skills workshops in my new office located in Spanish Fork. This will be combined with the bridge group that I started last month in talking about how to bridge with other midwives, birth professionals, and the medical community to make birth options more acceptable and collaborative between all birth providers, parents, and support personal in all birth settings.

The address is 265 N Main Street, Spanish Fork Suite #104. The skills workshop will start at 11am, followed by a potluck lunch at 12:00, and we will hold a bridge discussion group from 12:30 to 1:15. Come to all or part every Friday unless otherwise notified.

Tara Tulley CPM, MSW, LDEM, CSW


Sunday, May 1, 2011

My "call" to midwifery and the journey thereafter!

After reading the inspired anthology edited by Geradine Simkins, entitled "Into These Hands, Wisdom From Midwives", I feel like my call to midwifery has been reborn, and my purpose for recently taking a diversion from the sole title "midwife" to pursue a second degree in social work is being brought back fullcircle to the added repertoire and purpose of the vocation and calling I  was born with, that of a midwife.

I have spent time loving and hating my passion, but in the end it is still my passion. Something draws me back. I have spent hours complaining that I can never quite, that women won't quit calling me, asking me to be the honored one of "wise woman" and attend them at their birth. Despite my endless hours of complaining, and when questioned or challenged by those empathetic and listening ears "well, then why don't you just tell them no!" I reply, because I can not! I panic at the thought of abandoning those precious women, and families, those precious children who excitedly proclaim "our midwife is here!"

I have never once felt burdened or unsatisfied while I am spending time in a woman's home or my office talking about the stresses of her life, nutrition, considers about parenting, breastfeeding, fears about birth, excitement about her bodies changes. I feel connected and magical when I am with woman. There are times I have experienced much anxiety waiting for the impending call. For most of my adult life, since the age of 21, I have been connected to my phone 24/7, with few breaks. Sometimes this causes much anxiety as I have missed birthdays, holidays, weddings of friends, recognition of extended family. But when I receive the call, no matter how "inconvenient" it is like a much waited relief, to finally be "in labor"! We are in labor! We are having a baby! This is what I always say. The truth is, I am doing very little of the work. I have been in labor on three separate occasions. Each one unique, and each special, but the rest of the hundreds of labors I have been in, I have been a watcher, a waiter, a support, a guardian, a reinforcement of the powerful woman who has selected and honored me to be her midwife.

The burden of sometimes wanting to quit has come through society not really understanding or knowing what I actually do, being devalued over and over again by "real" professionals who know nothing of the personal and family sacrifices I have made to become an expert of the normal, to recognize the limits of normal, and to be able to appropriately resolve or transfer care when the normal becomes complicated.

I have sat with the fear of being arrested as a felon, watched the reality of one of our midwives arrested, charged, and facing 20 years in prison when there was no bad outcome, the parents were satisfied, and she had taken appropriate steps within the scope of her practice. I have watched the struggles and realities of brazen midwives across the United States, who are never endowed in wealth- no one gets rich in money and status being a midwife- have to come up with mounting legal defense cost, often supported by her protesting clients who do not want to lose their community midwife, but in the end, she is at the mercy of the legal system, while her supporting clients will go on to have normal lives with no repercussion of the United States unique stance on criminalizing midwifes.

I have sat through years in my state, as a result of the arrest of midwife Elizabeth Camp-Smith, in 1999, of the impending fight for legalization of midwives. Those years caused fights not only from the medical association who did not want to see midwives legitimized, but also within the midwifery community. Sisters who had differing opinions about licensing of midwives, and the preservation of the right to practice traditional midwifery freely. That fight still continues today, although the efforts of the pioneering women who spent many hours of their own uncompensated time, money, and heart to draft a bill that was inclusive of the desires of all midwives in the state. Because of their efforts, and the supporting grassroots consumer movement consisting of doulas, childbirth educators, and parents who wanted to preserve the right to have their cherished midwife attend their births, and the births of their daughters and granddaughters, the hard fought effort was won on a thread of one vote 15 minutes before the end of the legislative session in 2005.

I remember well that whole year, and that fearful night. We had been working tirelessly since 1999 to bring midwives together, and pass a bill that would allow licensing of midwives for midwives who wished to legally carry pitocin for hemorrhage, freely order labs and ultrasounds, administer Rhogram, provide IV antibiotics for group B positive women, and collaborate more complete care for their women. At the same time, there was a desire to ensure midwifery, licensed or non licensed was not a felony, and that women would have the right to preserve their choice in how, whom, and where they birthed their children.

Midwifery is not about homebirth, it is about autonomy, choice, and self-determination of women. It is about empowering women through their birth experience so that they may bond with their babies, feel powerful, and know that they can get through any difficult situation and make the choices in their care about their setting, choice of provider, and interventions available to them. So often women are scared into interventions, and disempowered and mistakenly believe "my doctor saved me" when it is often the intervention, and fear induced model that escalated the need for more intervention, and the message the woman received that reinforced that her body is not capable, that birth is a catastrophe waiting to happen, and that if she is able to have no intervention she was lucky, masochistic, not caring for her child, and she is downplayed.

Women reinforce this with each other by invalidating each others experiences either by one-upping each other with traumatic birth stories, or by patronizing, or downplaying the rare mother who did succeed in a "normal" birth by saying "yes, but you are strong, I could not do that!"

As a midwife, this attitude, and defining and defending what I do over and over again to those that do not understand or really don't want to becomes tiresome, and often times I succumb to the tiresome task of how long and sometimes futile it is to defend myself. Many times, I do not offer the information of what I really do, how my life really is, and let people think I am the radical midwife, who knows nothing, and end up hearing the story of how they new someone who had a fast, uncomplicated labor and ended up birthing at home and calling the EMT for a non-emergency childbirth. It ends up being a sensational story, that discounts the normalcy of birth, and the woman's trust in her body to just allow birth to occur, even if it meant she did not have time to travel to her intended location. This is not an emergency, this is normal! Yet we call this emergency childbirth, and the attending EMT often feels like a hero, for using his/her minimal training skills to be present with a woman's normal process, in which she is actually doing the work, their is no pathology.

How many times have I laughed when I hear a sensational news story, of an unfortunate mother who had the audacity to trust her bodies urges, and allow her baby to come in a car, or on the side of a road while en-route to a facility. The EMT's called, the news crew notified, and then the headline of the occurrence of.... a birth outside of a hospital!..... as if it was something to talk about as abnormal, and a circus exhibit. The unfortunate reality, is there is a reason for this sensationalism. Most resident physicians never see a truly normal delivery from start to finish, most labor and delivery nurses see largely induced, medicated, and surgical births that follow an assembly line protocol, and expected course determined by the policies of the hospital, and the convenience of a physician practice which is often over booked due to the need to care for enough women to cover the outrageous fees associated with the burden of $100,000 annual malpractice policies.

And to some extend, how can we blame the obstetricians, birth it the most risky and litigious areas of medicine that a physician can get into. Can we fully blame them for a cesarean rate reaching 32% in 2007, and as high as 50-60% in some hospitals? While the evidence clearly shows the significant risk in mortality, morbidity, prematurity, post-traumatic stress disorder due to birth trauma, postpartum depression, and long term health and mental health issues for mom, an obstetrician is still less likely to be sued for a poor outcome of an unnecessary surgical birth, then he is for a bad outcome for a vaginal delivery.

Also the financial benefits in both time and billing of insurance for the birth to the institution and the doc, leaves surgical delivery on the rise, and elective cesarean chosen more and more by women who are not given all of the information, or understanding of the risk involved with these interventions.

We have normalized pathological birth, and have made one of the most basic rights of women into a big capitalistic business. And if you do not believe that birth in the hospital is about business, guess again! Birth is still the number one reason for hospitalization in the united states, and 1 in 5 women who enter the hospital for a normal delivery will end up with hospital based infection. One in 3 women will end up with a cesarean section, while the World-Health Organization (WHO) states that a c-section rate of 8-10% is what an institution should aim for. Furthermore, while we temporarily made gains with encouraging women with 1 or 2 previous cesarean sections to attempt vaginal birth after a cesarean for the next birth (VBAC), around 2000, a non-evidence based opinion by the president of the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologist (ACOG) ended the nationwide support of VBAC, and women who had successfully already had 1 or more VBAC deliveries were being denied the choice in hospitals as more and more hospitals and physicians refused the choice to women.

Recently women have started becoming informed and demanding this choice be offered to them, as they have the right to refuse unnecessary repeated surgical deliveries, and evidence shows that the risk for multiple cesarean deliveries to both mother and baby increase substantially with each subsequent surgical birth. The risk of a ruptured uterus from an attempted VBAC is much lower than the repeated cutting open and scarring of the uterus. After one successful VBAC delivery the risk for subsequent pregnancies ending in uterine rupture become lower, and near the rates of never having had a cesarean section. Even in unsuccessful VBAC attempts the benefits of having a trail of labor to the baby lower the rates of respiratory distress and mortality. Something about the hormonal exchange and natural stress occurring with each contraction causes physiological changes which prepare the baby for his/her life on the Earth-side.

In most of the world babies (75%) are delivered in the hands of a midwife. In most developed countries midwives have been integrated into the health-care system as a valued and honored profession which is separate from the practice of medicine or nursing. In all of these developed nations which incorporate midwifery as the primary birth attendant, and obstetrics as the experts in high-risk management, and collaborators with midwives who recognize by education, touch, and intuition when normal has become complicated, these countries have much better and accurately documented outcomes.

In the United States our poorly tracked and often manipulated statistical data (due to the capitalistic nature of health care) still ranks us below some third-world countries in both infant and maternal mortality. Furthermore, anthropological data suggest the health of a women and birth indicate the health of men and the whole society. Women who experience powerlessness and indignity during their vulnerable moments of birth, experience more stress and long term medical and mental health effects. Women are already at a disadvantage due to wage and access to care disparities.

While the initial look at our statistics show alarming numbers, if we add in disparities, and separate out the rates of maternal and infant mortality among race and socioeconomic status, we see an alarming difference among Black and Hispanic women. Regardless of education, class, or location, the prematurity, low-birth weight, and birth outcomes are much higher for these groups than for Euro American women. The numbers are saying something! The rates of maternal mortality have not gone down since 1982, despite advances in technology, fetal monitoring capabilities, ultrasound, and laboratory testing.

Despite statistics that show hospital practices incorporating midwifery care lowers complications, mortality, and length of stay in a hospital midwifery practices are being cut over and over again due to capitalistic administrators who can make more money by having more women streamlined, and less one-on-one time spent with each women. Obstetricians having to pay high fees already for malpractice, are often made to pay more when having agreements with midwives in their practice, even though evidence shows having midwives in practice lowers the cost of maternity care, and improves outcomes.

Midwives, both CNMs and CPMs face increasing cost of the inability to find affordable liability insurance, and the risk of lawsuits increasing, as well as the risk of legal action. Midwives, despite showing over and over again in well documented data collecting and statistical analysis that midwives improve the health and safety of mothers and babies across the board, are under much more scrutiny than obstetricians. When an obstetrician has a poor outcome it is not scrutinized as severely as with a midwife. And if the birth occurred outside of the hospital, often the parents are mocked and blamed for choosing a midwife, and putting their baby at risk, even if the problem was congenital or beyond anyone's control.

Therefore, being a midwife is sometimes discouraging under the pressure and risks we take everyday to defend what we believe in. Most of us make little money for our demanding, and risky job title. Most of us are ignored and discounted for our hands-on abilities and expertise.

I have learned how to interact with other professionals, and am blessed to live in a state that is legal. I do not have to fear going into a hospital that I will be prosecuted for practicing medicine without a license, as I once did when I first started practicing. But it has not come without a cost. When I first received the "call" to be a midwife, I was 5 months pregnant with my first child. I was electrified by the energy and power of birth, and pregnant women. I was enthralled with what my body was doing as I watched my belly grow, and felt my daughter move inside of me. My first birth was long and difficult, but transforming. It taught me how to work through fear and pain at a new level. Had I been in a hospital, I likely would have ended up with pitocin, an epidural, and possibly a c-section. My baby was never in danger, but my birth process was unusual, on-and-off, and was literally a 5 day process!

I believe now, there were many unconscious fears and past experiences that I had to work through during those 5 days before I was able to surrender to the natural flow and energy of birth. I did not understand it all then, but it was not a text book labor. It was difficult for me, and for everyone involved in attending me. I had some people in panic, believing I should go to the hospital, fearing that once my membranes were ruptured, and I stopped having contractions for over 24 hours, that I was taking a risk.

I am sure my midwife was tired, possibly annoyed, and did not understand how I was reacting to labor. But through it all she supported my right to stay home, she monitored me for infection, helped me take preventative measures for infection, gave me Bach Flower remedies to address the unconscious fears I was experiencing that were blocking my baby from coming. And finally, after having two previous nights of transition like contractions, and never progressing pass three centimeters, after having my contractions stop, my water spontaneously braking, and then a night of no labor, after a full day of monitoring, finally 26 hours post rupture, caster oil, and much needed space from well-intended but fearful or distracting people in my space, I started contracting again.

This time the energy felt different, and this time, I decided to not call my doula who was totting her 15-month old daughter, or anyone else. I needed space, I needed to not be on display. For an hour or so I did not even wake up my husband. I didn't want the contractions to stop, and I noticed whenever there were a lot of people around they became more painful and ineffective, and eventually stopped. I first called my midwife before I even woke my husband. He awoke a few minutes before she arrived, and she checked me. I was afraid of hearing that I was the same... 3 cm and 50% effaced.... but this time she had a smile on her face as she said "4cm and 100% effaced!" The effacement meant I was not going to stop, and the contractions were finally effective.

I was at my mothers house for my first birth, not feeling comfortable birthing in a basement apartment in a sub-divided home with two other apartments and thin walls. So for most of the night my mother, my husband, and my midwife supported me. Near the end she called her assistant whom I had never met, but who brought the most loving an comforting energy to the birth. My midwife, who was pregnant, and besides my long ordeal, had 2 other women trying to birth that week was tired, and her assistant took over. I did not even know her name at first, but her face was like an angel! I connected immediately with Roxanna, as she pushed on my knees, and spoke to me softly as the dawning light started to fill the room. I was tired, and wanted to sleep, and she helped me relax as much as I could between the contractions which gave me little rest.

Finally Melody came back to the room, and said I was 7 cm. I was discouraged thinking that the text book birth meant for my first baby I had at least 3 more hours of labor, and I wanted to cry and quite, but Melody reassured me that my body was changing fast, and 30 minutes later I was ready to push. After only 20 minutes of pushing, on a birthing stool, my daughter slide out at 6 lbs and 12 inches, and 17 days before her due date.

That was a difficult experience for me, as well as my birth attendants. In fact that whole pregnancy was difficult psychologically, which translated into me being a "needy" client as I needed a lot of reassurance that I was not going to have my baby at 28 weeks, that nothing was wrong. But it was also a healing time, a time that made me realize my body itself was not an impending psychological disaster. It made me trust the process, trust birth, and trust that I could work through pain and hard things, no matter how impossible they seemed.

I am grateful for that difficult birth being my first birth, because it installed patience and respect for the birth process. I was overwhelmingly grateful for the patience and reassurance my midwife showed me through the whole experience, and I did not fully understand what I had done at that time, but as I have become more mature and seasoned both as a person and a midwife, the depth of my understanding and gratitude for that experience and support has shaped my practice as a midwife, and my commitment to be "with women". d

I believe as midwives, we are also individuals, and develop naturally into the areas of "specialty" of the women we work with. There is a midwife for every women. Most women choose me because they connect with me, even over my experience, licensure, or training, most women who choose me connect with me.

Many of the women I have worked with over the years have had traumatic life or birth experiences with their bodies they have needed to heal from. I have been able to offer understanding, support, and help them to identify and process these things prenatally because I feel like, had I known how to do that when I was pregnant the first time, I would have likely had a shorter and easier labor. But I am not sad for the experience I had, I believe I needed that experience to be a good midwife, to understand how our emotional experience with our bodies effects the birth process.

I had decided to be a midwife when I was 5 months pregnant, but I did not tell anyone, including my husband until I had signed up for the midwifery program at the Utah College of Midwifery (now Midwives' College of Utah) started by a modern pioneering midwife Dianne Bjarnson, in the 1980s. Dianne attended 6 of my mother's 8 births, before I even thought of becoming a midwife.

I didn't really know what I was getting into, even when I signed up for the program. I didn't know how to go about being a midwife, so it just seemed like the thing to do. I just knew I had been called to be a midwife, and so I went on faith that I would be led to the right path. After a year of book study, and toting my nursing baby to class, or leaving her for a couple of hours with my mother to watch while I studied herbology, anatomy and physiology, management of postpartum care, and prenatal care I approached a couple of different midwives about apprenticing. Back then, the college was run by the midwives who wanted to ensure a new generation of well trained midwives. The office was in the home of a supportive secretary, and the classes were in the homes of the midwives who taught them. Three days a week 7 students, 5 of whom graduated with me, when to different homes of midwives across the valley to take in whatever we could in knowledge and wisdom from these seasoned midwives.

We had to find our own preceptorships, and so after having to learn to assert myself and beg, and after being scrutinized by a midwife to ensure I was truly understanding and committed to the difficult life-style of a midwife, I was honored to spend a couple of years under the apprenticeship of Cathy O'Bryant. I believe my experience with Cathy shaped me into understanding how to combine the traditional values of herbology and natural medicine, with the appropriate application of using life saving medication, prophylactic antibiotics, and seeking appropriate medical care when appropriate. Cathy was both hands off, but a natural at combining both worlds with evidence-based practice. She did not subscribe to folk-medicine without first investigating it and finding the evidence and validity behind it, nor did she discount it when it actually did work. She also showed me the appropriate use and knowledge of using medical interventions to prevent a hemorrhage, or emergency.

I was also privileged to attend many births with Dianne, who was more traditional, and learned that different practice styles worked, and birth works regardless of midwifery style, and both midwives had good outcomes. Training with different styles helped me to be open to developing my own style that was personalized and to not get stuck in idolizing the ways of my preceptors as the only way. Midwifery is a living profession, and should be molded to the style that fits the provider. I encourage my students to attend births with other midwives, and when possible attend as a doula in different settings while they are learning so that they get to know all they ways of birthing.

I have learned that midwifery is not about me, it is about being with woman, with the woman I serve, and supporting her choices no matter what they are. If she decides half-way through her labor that she wants to go to the hospital and have an epidural, I support her, I go with her, and encourage her in her choices. I give her dignity and respect in whatever way she is choosing to birth.

I have a very low c-section rate, even when I transport about 2%, I have been blessed to have never lost a baby or mother. I know that some babies die, and likely someday I will have a death, but I am grateful for the many lives I have seen born into the world, and even when they start out rough a few puffs of air, they pink up, and are rigorous and strong.

I have made some mistakes along they way, I have had periods of burn out, I have had to learn to midwife myself, and not let the constant threat of being called rule my everyday life. I am a boxer, ultramarathon runner, and a midwife. I have run long races when I had clients due, and during those races have never been called to a birth. My clients know when I am racing, and seem to respect that I need some time to regroup so that I can be with them when they really need me.

I have, in 12 years, missed only one delivery when I had too clients in labor at once. I have mostly had satisfied and happy women. Every midwife, no matter how good or well intended, will have some clients who do not like them, or project something negative onto their midwife. I have had a few of those, but no more than I can count on one hand. It is difficult when you have given of yourself, and spent many hours protecting and supporting a woman through a tough situation to decide you are to blame for her experience that did not turn out "perfect". I have to remind myself that I am not in control of birth, or any individuals experience, and all that I can do is offer what I have as a lifegaurd, and my dedication to being present fully at every birth. But any provider must be prepared to have someone who is not happy no matter what.

The fear of someone not being happy and legal ramifications resulting is a constant fear of all birth providers. There needs to be change in the legal system to protect providers, lower malpractice cost, and ultimately improve services for women and families. I am not saying we should not be accountable, but providers who have deep pockets are at risk, regardless of their involvement or ability to control the outcome.

Four years ago, I started back on an educational journey that I thought would end with me being a nurse-practitioner and CPM. I had felt lead to go back to school, but I didn't know exactly what the reason was. I assumed to obtain prescriptive rights and expand my scope of providing basic health care to the women and families I serve.

Even though I graduated from a MEAC (Midwives Education Accreditation Council) accredited school, which is officially recognized by the US Department of Accredited Education, and passed the NARM (North American Registry of Midwives') exam, becoming a Certified Professional Midwife (CPM) which has been developed as the "gold" standard for certifying direct-entry midwives, no other publicly funded university would recognize my accredited degree. Even though I officially obtained a Bachelor of Science in Midwifery in 2004, accompanied by over 1400 clinical hours as a student, and additional years of practice as a  CPM, and autonomous provider, I was forced to enroll as an undergraduate student in a local University. After two years of taking prerequisite nursing classes in organic chemistry, and officially majoring in Behavioral Sciences, I had a very clear moment that nursing was not what I was supposed to go into, and instead to apply to a Social Work program.

This was a shock to me and met with internal resistance. With less than 30 days to gather letters of recommendation, write biographical sketches, and find an undergraduate practicum site, and having to enroll in 19-20 credits of college courses, I applied to programs at Brigham Young University and the University of Utah. I had to restructure my education route in order to obtain the needed prerequisite courses to graduate before the admission period of the next fall. I felt very strongly that I was to be a part of the University of Utah program starting in fall of 2009.

I was not devastated when I received my first rejection letter from BYU. This was at the height of the recession, and that year both schools received more than twice the normal applications they normally receive, and it reduced my chance of being selected from 50% to about 20%. I believed I was a shoe in because of my diverse background and experience in midwifery, legislation and policy making, and the research and teaching assistant experience I obtained during my two year period at UVU in my undergraduate program.

But among the high number of applicants, and the general lack of appreciation and knowledge of the field of midwifery, I also received a rejection letter from the U of U. I was at first angry, because I had not wanted to apply to this program, and I felt led to do so, fighting an internal battle the whole way. But the skills I gained in lobbying and successfully passing midwifery legislation proved to be useful, when at the suggestion of a Masters Level Intern at the undergraduate site I was at, I lobbied for months to be admitted, and finally in July of 2009 was admitted.

It ended up being a blessing to be a late admission. Most of the first year students had already been placed at a practicum, and so I obtained special permission to stay on at the site of my undergraduate site. This added to my skills and connections that are playing into my future in midwifery as I now go on.

I still did not understand why I was in a social work program, which I considered more modeled under the medical model, and as a midwife, have difficulty believing and accepting power differentials as an "OK" and acknowledged norm in practice. I believe this is a fallacy created by the medical model, and should not be a part of the social work vocabulary. I believe social work practice should be more integrative, and more community based, even in direct practice. I found some social workers who were practicing this way and labeled it as "feminist theory" and practice. But they really were just reflecting the midwifery model of care. They were non-birth midwives.

When I found the only feminist theory training site in Utah through the Womens' Resource Center, and badly wanting to be placed in that highly competitive internship for my second year placement. I was first devastated by being the 1st alternate. I had done well on my interview, but it was highly competitive, and had I included more of my experience of working with undocumented immigrants, and less on midwifery, I probably would have been in, and not the 1st alternate. But God has a plan, and his plan was not for that site.

I was devastated, because the feminist model reflected my beliefs that the need to control dual-relationships that is not seen as harmful, but instead part of the community integrative model of midwifery care, an empowering when done in the right way, the false belief that power-differentials are inevitable, has never sit well with me. But it is so hammered into students over and over again, I found it best to keep my disagreement to myself through classes, in which teachers didn't really care to hear about my experience as a midwife.

But in my heart I was disheartened by the level of which social work practice generally is not connected to the persons environment. In reality, I see this changing in actual practice. I see the feminist model of social work, which is really the midwifery model of care taking hold, and evidence suggesting that community integrated, and holistic practice is indeed more effective, and instead of increasing dependence on the provider, it decreases because the client is empowered as the expert.

My second year placement ended up in a residential setting. While I greatly enjoyed working with the teens I had the privilege of serving, and I believe the setting and understanding the multi-disciplinary team approach is valuable experience in knowing how to bring different types of midwives together, and bridging the gap of understanding of midwifery care with other birth professionals, it felt unnatural, and I felt like I was doing well, but never felt like I totally fit. I was like a homebirth midwife, working in a labor and delivery unit.

I still am grateful and respectful of the skilled providers who allowed me to learn and work under them in the last year. They do many wonderful things with youth. But I know my destiny is not to work in an institutionalized setting. I am a community midwife, and an activist, and I relish in working within my clients own environment, and changing views and perceptions on a wide scale level.

During my first two years back at school, I maintained a medium busy practice. I thought I would stop doing births for at least the two years of my graduate program, but that proved to not be the case. I could not turn down repeat clients, and a few special new clients. I turned down many, but still attended enough births to have anxiety around the end of semesters. But those births were refreshing as I was able to be with women in a nonmedicalized way, and focus on their power and energy, and transformance, instead of pathology and social injustice. I am grateful that i was able to have those few births, as my connection to midwifery was limited during those years, and I was often discouraged and lost when the style of the program did not mesh with my lifestyle and beliefs as a midwife.

I was not sure what the future of midwifery held for me. Having two licenses, it was tempting to think about transforming my practice to education, counseling, and to not have to be available for 24/7. But the day after my last class of graduate school, a local and master, and young midwife was tragically killed. That was 8 days ago, and since then I have been immersed back into the midwifery community from all angles.

At first I was annoyed to not even have a week off before deciding how to move forward, but then I realized God was telling me, it is time to start midwifing again. As I read "Into These Hands" I was reaffirmed that social work is a part of midwifery. As midwives we are birth attendants, social workers, advocates, policy makers, and support women and families through transitions in all areas of life.

We are what social work started out as, but the field of social work has been conformed and standardized to reflect the flawed medical model, and is not always integrative. There are political and professional reasons this had occurred both to find legitimacy as a profession, and to prevent harm because with the model of power differences, there is a risk to a client. But changes are happening in social work , to get rid of the idea that the client can not be an equal power player, or even have more power than the social worker. I see this on-the-fringe, feminist model becoming more mainstream, and believe the complementary background of midwifery is what social work needs. I also believe the communication and professional ethics of social work can greatly benefit the survival and unite the midwifery front.

So after many jolting moments this week, and emotional, and spiritually deep reflections I have realized, I am really still a midwife. Even if I have too degrees and licenses, it is all about midwifing women, and letting them do the work while i support and watch and encourage. As a midwife, I do not claim the glory of a birth, and I fight for the rights for every women to have a midwife attend her birth.

I fight for the preservation of traditional midwifery values and vision, and the interfacing and collaboration of life saving medical interventions in birth when they are necessary. I fight for women to recognize their potential and power, the beauty and importance and right to have full knowledge of their choices in birth, and to take the pathology and fear out of the most basic and crowning right of a woman! I believe with all my heart that if we healed birth, and took care and honored our pregnant women. If we gave her dignity and listened to her story prenatally, during birth, and after birth, If we supported her in breastfeeding and honored her place and importance in mothering... many societal problems that create mental health issues, health disparities, marital problems, and even youth drugs and violence would go away.

Peace on earth, and healing birth, is the fundamental step in reforming health care. More community midwives, and the midwifery model of care is the first step in fixing our system.

I am on fire, and no longer a student, and have the freedom and time to raise awareness, and continue to teach students, and provide care to the women I am honored to serve. It is time to take back birth, and heal our earth mother and our mothers of the human race!