how I got here...

I never wanted kids as an adult. I was focused on advancing my career and becoming the independent woman I promised my grandmother I’d be. There were many reasons I didn’t want children—world issues, financial concerns, and dread of career setbacks—but the main reason was that I feared repeating the parenting mistakes my folks made growing up. I didn’t want to struggle and make a child feel the way I had.

At 29 however, I decided to pursue a passion—yoga. I became a certified yoga instructor with a long term goal of teaching kids the invaluable tools yoga offers. I left corporate America and began teaching vinyasa and hatha yoga which led me, serendipitously, to a job as a preschool teacher's assistant, working with children ages 2-5. There, I learned about the importance of creating secure attachment in the parent-child relationship, which helped me understand how to be a confident, skilled and caring caregiver.

That same year, I earned my kids' yoga certification and became a facilitator of the Circle of Security Parenting (COS-P) course, and began facilitating sessions to help parents build secure connections with their children. It was obvious my goals were coming together, and I knew the next thing would be actually teaching kids yoga at a studio.

Finding a space that felt welcoming for children wasn't super easy and I also felt like parents needed a space to do yoga, connect with themselves +/or their other baby. So  year later, at 31, I co-founded a family yoga studio with a partner who specialized in prenatal and postnatal yoga because that was an obvious necessity of a family yoga studio. This exposed me to the birth community, and I quickly realized I knew little about female reproduction, pregnancy or birth (my middle & high school sex education just didn’t cut it). This prompted me to dive into Ayurvedic women's health and become a Prenatal Yoga Teacher.

During my prenatal yoga teacher training (with the Prenatal Yoga Center in NYC), I gained a deeper understanding of my body and learned about pregnancy and birth. I also reflected on my feelings about childbirth, ultimately realizing that despite my fears, I did want a child. I began teaching prenatal yoga, witnessing its positive impact on my students' comfort, confidence and energy. After my teacher training, I even supported a close friend as a doula, seeing firsthand how essential emotional and physical support can be during labor for both the birthing person and their spouse. 

In 2022, I became pregnant - yay! - then my studio closed rather unexpectedly after it's third year. Our building had sold and, well, simply I was determined not to spend the third trimester of pregnancy and then my postpartum period, with our only expected child, worrying about relocating and creating a new space. Instead in my third trimester, I earned my doula and childbirth educator certifications.

I gave birth at home in winter 2023, at 36 weeks and 5 days. My water was broken, and I used directed pushing but didn’t tear, thanks to my midwife’s perineal massage. My baby was healthy and mighty at 5lbs 2oz. Check out my birth story below.

Postpartum, began my journey of rediscovering myself, strengthening and adjusting to my now pelvic floor, and navigating motherhood. This is the story so far as it leads to the creation of the Self-Made Parent. A place to give skills, confidence and knowledge on everything parenting.
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Our Surprise Birth

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Stage 2+3

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Friday: We had our 36 week prenatal appointment with our midwife, a few days early, and I told her my Braxton Hicks contractions were happening more often. She suggested I might be dehydrated and recommended increasing my water and electrolyte intake

Sunday: My Braxton Hicks picked up again in the afternoon. I attended prenatal yoga in the evening and shared my situation and midwife's advice with the class. However, once I went to bed, the contractions subsided.

Monday: My braxton hicks came back in the afternoon and were gone by bed yet again. "How much water and electrolytes do I need to drink to make them go away?"

Tuesday: The Braxton Hicks returned in the afternoon and continued through the evening. I found myself thinking, “I should’ve had my baby shower two weeks ago. I pushed it too late.” Little did I realize, my intuition and straight up inner voice was hinting that labor was near, duh!

Wednesday: The Braxton Hicks persisted into the night, with each roll from left to right I remember thinking my abdomen (really my uterus) was doing its own thing, totally separate from my brain and limbs which were trying to (and successfully this night!!!) sleep.

The Braxton Hicks were still present when I woke up after 7 AM. It was my last chance to prepare for my baby shower on Friday as my spouses family was landing that afternoon. I was determined to complete my to-do list, starting with a nail appointment that morning (the only time that day I would sit and relax). I didn't book with, but luckily, got my favorite manicurist - a good omen for the morning. I joked that if she saw my face wince, it was just because my Braxton Hicks were being persistent and not because of her work.

After getting my nails done, I went to the grocery store to look for Liquid IV to hydrate even more, but I could feel the contractions intensifying. I felt a slight downward pressure in my pelvis after walking in the store and worried I might freak people out being obviously pregnant and breathing heavily . Unfortunately, they didn’t have the Liquid IV, which was a bummer given my current state.

I was in denial—being shy of 37 weeks, which was at-term, albeit early term, terms I knew all too well. I had prepared myself mentally—and clearly by cramming all my to-dos in third trimester—to go post-term so I wouldn’t suffer when my due date came and went. It was still 3.5 weeks away though. But my denial (along with the overall mildness of the contractions) allowed me to just go about my day as if these were indeed just Braxton Hicks contractions that had become more annoying than ever.

After errands, I returned home to take care of our dog and finish all my chores. My Braxton Hicks continued to escalate, reminding me of my mom’s labor with my older sibling, where she had a pleasant active labor at home, doing chores and chatting with a neighbor, making it to the hospital in transition at 8cm !! I was always impressed with that part of her story.

I used the restroom around 12:15 PM and noticed a long, clear gooey string when I wiped, possibly my mucus plug. I took a picture, thinking it was probably nothing to worry about since I had something similar - although a lot shorter of a string - a couple weeks prior and spoken with my midwife - no problem, pieces can come out and regrow.

I decided to have my spouse walk and bathe the dog, talking with him about it and agreeing it's likely Braxton Hicks. I continued tidying up and folding laundry until I found I needed to pause and sit during each contraction. Realizing the contractions were more intense than I had been willing to admit and also more frequent, which snuck up on me, I decided to call my midwife for reassurance before dinner with the in-laws who were about to land. Also thinking, "he has no idea what I'm feeling, so why am I asking anyone else for input?!"

On the phone, we discussed my symptoms and contractions (how frequent, how intense, where is the pressure...), and she decided to come by for a courtesy check in an hour and said she bring some herbs to slow down labor (since I wasn't 37wks) if I was indeed in it. She reminded me to do nothing but rest until then. Before she arrived I notice a pink streak while using the restroom - "here comes the bloody show,"  I thought. When she arrived, she watched me during one contraction and said her herbs would not be needed - we are having a baby tonight! Fortunately, I could legally have a home birth at 36 weeks + 4 days, exactly the day it was!

A cervical check revealed I was 4 cm dilated and 80% effaced - early labor heading into active... I originally hadn't planned to have a cervical check, but I also hadn't planned to have my baby come before being at-term on the evening  my in-laws arrived for my baby shower, and my desire to confirm that I was in fact in labor and to have another data point overcame my original desire to have a cervical check free birth.

Once my midwife confirmed I was in labor, my in-laws were informed who brought me labor snacks and frantically bought diapers, wipes and all the things I had neglected to get until after my baby shower... I tried to process my emotions about the situation. I felt a mix of resistance and acceptance about the timing of my labor. But after voicing my concerns to my partner for what seems like an hour or two, I settled into the rhythm of labor.

6-8cm

Moving to my bed around 8pm with my cat snuggled up beside me, to my surprise, my spouse offered support by applying counter-pressure during contractions while lying behind me. 


As labor progressed, I began to experience stronger sensations. I went from the bed to bathroom over and over feeling pressure that made me want to pee.

At some point my spouse helped inflate the birth pool, but our hot water heater was kaput after so many loads of laundry, showers and dishes that day - so pots of water were boiled instead. Old school, proving slow and rigorous.
After a while my bed was no comfort and I moved to the floor trying different positions but mostly, if my memory serves me, laying in fetal position.  I used my breath, my deep, guttural moans and my spouses counter pressure to get me through contraction to contraction.
Time was no longer a concept to me, outside of whether or not I was having contraction. The midwives assistant checked my baby's heartbeat consistently every 2-3 contractions from early labor on, making sure my just-on-time baby was doing okay.

8-10cm

When the midwives finally finished filling the pool around 11:30pm, I felt relief as I submerged into the warm water, crouching down low for comfort because the water levels were low.

My midwife checked on me several times asking where I felt the pressure- front or back. While I enjoyed the water and was able to stay with my breathing and guttural moans while in the pool, I unfortunately couldn't stay warm enough and after two hours of being in transition, my midwife suggested a change of position to help my cervix open all the way - standing - which I just couldn't do being cold in the pool.
So we moved to the bedroom, where I attempted various positions + assists to stand up right. I have to admit the pressure was so intense and I chickened out in each position. Suspecting a cervical lip, my midwife recommended, and I agreed, to have a second unplanned cervical check and found I was at 9.5 centimeters indeed with a cervical lip. She massaged it away - finally at 10cm. I was getting very tired and with good intentions of moving labor forward to avoid transfer, I had my water manually broken.

pushing

Being at 10cm with a baby in a favorable station, pushing began shortly. If I may be honest, I wish I had labored down a while longer when I look back, but in the moment I was eager to move forward and I think partially delirious as I had been up for 20hrs at this point.

I initially started pushing on the bed but felt unstable there, so I moved to the floor. I pushed there in various positions on all fours for over an hour. Again, my midwife recommended I tried standing, again I couldn't. I then switched back to the bed for side-lying pushes. 


Ultimately, I ended up on my back for the last 1.5 hours, utilizing the full support of my team. Slowly my baby moved down the birth canal. My midwife massaged my perineum while I pushed on my back and applied pressure with a warm wash cloth as my baby crowned. 

Once crowned, I relaxed through the rest of that contraction and the awaited the next. Another push and we saw my baby's face, who arrived facing my right thigh, unusual, but was trying to suckle my leg a wonderful sign. After a few final pushes, I pulled my baby onto my chest. My spouse cried tears of joy as I said with relief and an exhausted birth haze, "welcome to the world, you dirty little human.” After a few moments, my spouse officially announced we had a girl.


the placenta

After another 20 min or so the cord was empty so my spouse cut it. Then I pushed the placenta out (I was not happy to push again but it was much easier). 

We took 24 hours to name her, ultimately choosing the name my spouse had loved for months. We thought it suited her perfectly and how she ended the world small and mighty, on her own terms.

We had become a family with a precious new baby. 🥰 

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