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Real Food Banana Bread & McCall Trip

My original cookbook, Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book. For the "cook of the 90's"
My original cookbook, Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book. For the “cook of the 90’s”

Did you have a specific cookbook that you learned to cook from when you were younger? Maybe Betty Crocker or Joy Of Cooking? It was, after all, a time when there was no internet and the only way to cook was from a book or a recipe written on an index card. I used this book regularly to learn cooking skills and get basic recipes, especially the Banana Bread. I could whip a loaf up in no time, and it would be demolished in no time too. I prefered it still warm with a slab of melty butter or cooled with a slather of cream cheese. It was really good.

Recently I’ve been into Real Foods, which means making a lot of the basics, i.e. bread, crackers, soup stock, kombucha. It’s been a lot of fun to find new recipes and ideas from fellow bloggers on the internet. I’ve also gotten much more competent in the baking department.

Today I looked at my counter noticed 3 brown bananas just sitting there, much to my husbands chagrin no doubt. Having just done our budget, and trying my best to be frugal (hard) I decided I had to use those organic bananas one way or another. BING! Better Homes and Gardens to the rescue!

In looking over the recipes in my beloved cookbook, I noticed that while all the recipes are from scratch, they are pretty standard ingredients. If I’ve learned anything on my Real Food and weight loss journey, regular sugar and flour hold almost no nutritional value and aren’t metabolized in the body very well.

Since Porter was going to be eating this bread over the next week I wanted to adjust it to our Real Food needs. With the original recipe I would feel like I was serving him cake on a daily basis. No bueno in my book.

What I’ve done is taken the original recipe and made it with Real Food ingredients. I only had 2 bites, but it tasted wonderful. It had the right flavor and texture and was actually pretty good for you, if you don’t eat the whole thing in one sitting. Porter enjoyed his with a think slather of pastured butter, and ate every single bite.

REAL FOOD BANANA BREAD

8″x 8″ baking pan, or use this chart to convert to the baking pan of your choice

350* oven, farenheit

Ingredients, can all be found at your local natural foods store

1 3/4 cups sprouted organic spelt flour
1/2 cup honey
2 teaspoons aluminum free baking powder
1/2 teaspoon pure baking soda
1/4 teaspoon real salt (I like Redmond’s Real Salt)
3 mashed bananas, as brown and gooey as you can get ’em
1/4 cup organic pastured butter
2 tablespoons pastured or raw milk
2 eggs, from pastured non GMO hens
1/4 cup nuts (optional)
coconut oil for oiling pan and measuring cup for honey, I prefer refined.

Preheat oven to 350* and make sure your ingredients are at room temperature.

Using the coconut oil, grease your baking pan and measuring cup for honey (this will facilitate easier pouring of honey).

In a smaller bowl mash bananas.

Add wet ingredients, including honey, to the bananas and mix.

In a larger bowl mix dry ingredients.

Add wet ingredients to dry  and mix until it looks like pancake batter. Mix in nuts.

Pour batter into baking pan.

Cook in 350* oven for 35-40 minutes, or until an inserted toothpick comes out clean. If you smell banana bread, go and check it.

Remove pan from oven and let cool on cooling rack ~20 minutes.

Turn loaf onto a cooling rack and try to resist it as long as possible. If you absolutely must cut into it before it’s totally cool, everyone will understand.

Bon appetite!

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Thanks to Luke’s co-worker we got to enjoy the long weekend in McCall, Idaho. It was a winter wonderland, complete with log cabins and sledding. Trips like this are wonderful and exciting and I can’t wait to do it again. Here’s the photo journey.

We stayed in the cabin on the left.
We stayed in the cabin on the left.
Moon with a view.
Moon with a view.
Pink snow.
Pink snow.
Cabin interior. Door on left, with bunk beds, gas stove in center with kitchen, on right of the divide a large jacuzzi tub and full bathroom, views out every window. Log cabins rule!
Cabin interior. Door on left, with bunk beds, gas stove in center with kitchen, on right of the divide a large jacuzzi tub and full bathroom, views out every window. Log cabins rule!

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"Burrito buddies"
“Burrito buddies”

 

Frozen fog makes delicate ice crystals on all the branches, turning trees white.
Frozen fog makes delicate ice crystals on all the branches, turning trees white.
Long Valley, before sunrise.
Long Valley, before sunrise.
We left before the sun came up over the mountains, stunning.
We left before the sun came up over the mountains, stunning.
Big red barns everywhere.
Big red barns everywhere.

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Tall As A Tree, Small As A Bug – Gymnastics!

We are in the throes of winter here in Boise. It hasn’t been above freezing for at least the last 2 weeks, and going outside to “play” is not as fun as it should be. Right now I’m thanking our lucky stars for Wings Gymnastics. Thanks to Porter’s Tutu we’ve been going to child/parent gymnastics for about 7 months. In that time I have learned more about my son’s behavior, physicality, and attitude. To watch how he is influenced by other children and how he confronts new tasks has been truly enlightening. According to the Wings website, gymnastics for little ones provides these tools:

  • Patience and Cooperation
  • Improved listening skills
  • Enhanced neural pathways
  • Improved balance, strength, and coordination
  • Learn valuable social skills
  • Gain self-esteem, confidence, and a “can-do” attitude

I’m pretty certain that at the ripe age of 2 Porter would be developing these skills on his own, but I’m also quite confident that they have been improved upon by his experiences in the gym. Miss. Brenda has been an invaluable teacher and Porter lives for her acknowledgment and praise.

This week we had some make up classes to do and got to go to gymnastics 3 times. AWESOME! Just this week Porter made huge strides. He started walking across the beam unassisted, gained confidence swinging from two uneven bars to one, and FINALLY attempted both forward and backward rolls.

Somersaults were the bain of his usually pleasant gym experiences. I don’t know what clicked, but today he got straight into rolling and ended with a triumphant “ta-daa!” We’ve been working on this since the beginning and I nearly cried when he completed the rolls with a smile. I’m so thankful for these experiences and that we get to enjoy them together.

"Watching eyes, listening ears, quiet mouths. Wiggle your fingers, clap clap clap, put them quietly in your lap." ~Miss.Brenda
“Watching eyes, listening ears, quiet mouths. Wiggle your fingers, clap clap clap, put them quietly in your lap.” ~Miss.Brenda
Climbing a rope ladder to slide down the other side.
Climbing a rope ladder to slide down the other side.

Bye bye song, "Bye bye gymnastics!"
Bye bye song, “Bye bye gymnastics!”

Practicing at home on the bed.

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Weigh In Wednesday #3

You know what they say about a plan? The only reason to have one is in case something better doesn’t happen. As we all know, my plan is to lose 100 pounds. In my perfect world, I’d lose 2 pounds a week at a steady pace and achieve my goal easily by the end of this year.

Low and behold, this week something better happened. I pretty much stayed the same, gaining 1/2 pound and losing 1/2″. A solid BM will get me back to where I ended last week, and I’m trying really hard not to get bummed after last weeks triumphant beginning. This journey is a long one and everything isn’t going to go as planned.

Reasons I think the weight didn’t come off this week:

  • I stopped going to sleep by 10:30 and resumed some previously bad habits. Along with a little help from my sleep companions, the ZZZ’s flailed.
  • Not eating enough food. After going on a sushi bender on Saturday I freaked out and stopped snacking. Bad idea.
  • Didn’t drink enough water. Last week I was really good about sipping on water all day long and this week I slacked.
  • Birthdays and weight loss are not good friends. Porter’s 2nd birthday was a blast, but I’m glad it won’t happen for another year.

Now, here are the things I learned this week, which turn out to be just as important as losing pounds and inches:

  • I have enough energy to POWER through dance class. This has been the hardest for me since I started dancing again late last year and I’m ecstatic to finally have enjoyed a class again.
  • I wouldn’t have come to this conclusion without a little help from my friend Chelsea. She said, awhile back, that when she eats sugar she becomes less nice and more irritable. This was exactly the case for me. My patience, listening skills and temper have been much better and more pleasant since I stopped eating sugar and refined foods. My two year old doesn’t know it yet, but it’s made his life a lot happier too.
  • Because of the last point, I’m having a great time being a mom. I have more energy to play, patience to read books, better attitude in the early AM, will power to resist the television and more love in general. I’m feeling like a good mom, which you may or may not understand, and that’s a big deal.
  • I get what can best be described as a cramp in my foot when I don’t eat right, always have. It has now left my body.
  • I’m still optimistic. I know what needs to be done and I’m not going to be flung off course by a week that didn’t go as planned.

And now for the numbers:

Last Week

This Week

Difference

Weight (lbs)

252.5

253

+0.5

Left Leg (in.)

31.5

Same

0

Hips (in.)

53

Same

0

Waist (in.)

46

Same

0

Chest (in.)

47

46.5

-0.5

Left Arm (in.)

17

Same

0

Neck (in.)

15.5

same

0

TOTALS: Gain 0.5 lb lost 0.5 inch

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Radio Flyer rollin’ snow style.
My boys made Hawaii in the living room.
Newest snow girl, at dusk.
This is why the humidifier runs almost constantly.
My new spice cabinet.
My new spice cabinet.

Train tracks.
Train tracks.
With tunnel.
With tunnel.

 

Play Dough Party! & Recipe

Last weekend we celebrated Porter’s second birthday with friends and play dough. It was a whole lot of fun and I’ve even got the DIY play dough recipe at the bottom of this post. Now get ready for the cuteness, cause it’s about to smack you in the face.

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The following video is everyone singing Happy Birthday to Porter. Keep in mind we did this on his actual birthday and he asked us to sing it multiple times and then blew the candles out 3 times. The “NO!” you hear is him fleeing into Aunt Anna’s arms. He then refused ice cream and cookies. Last year he refused the cake. Maybe next year? He did recover and had the party continued in merriment.

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Aunt Bug racing a car through the Lucy/Porter tunnels.

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These people are the cream of the crop!
These people are the cream of the crop!

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This is my recipe for DIY play dough. I use the cheap ingredients to save $$$ and considering it’ll be tossed in the trash, or composted outdoors maybe? I usually make it by hand, but I think it would work well in a stand up mixer with a dough hook. It has a perfectly soft texture and you can mix and match the colors. This recipe makes 4 snowball sized rounds. I divide and store them in plastic bags and use them over a week. It’s totally edible, but I wouldn’t eat it unless in was having a Bear Grills moment.

Ingredients

3 3/4 c. flour, reserve 1 3/4 cups on side
1/2 c. salt
1 Tbsp Alum or Cream of Tartar
2 c. hot water
3 Tbsp oil
food coloring

Mix 2 cups flour, salt and Alum in large bowl.

In separate bowl, mix hot water, oil and food coloring.

Pour wet into dry and mix with a spoon or hands until combined. It will be very sticky.

Add the reserved 1 3/4 cups flour and knead with your hands until smooth and play-able.

Divide and store in bags or plastic wrap and commence playing!

Porter Turns 2

Two years ago, at this very moment, we were a brand new family spending our first night at home. Porter had been born less than 24 hours previously and I’m pretty sure I was an elated wreck. My how far we’ve come!

In the very very beginning. We were very very tired.

SAMSUNG

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A year later…

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Today…

Tea party!
Tea party!

Tonight Aunt Anna came over and made Porter’s birthday cake, and while visiting she asked Porter the age-old birthday question, “Do you feel older and wiser?” I don’t know about Porter, but I’ve never felt as old and wise as I do today.

My parents asked me earlier in the day what I knew now that I didn’t two years ago. Of course the list is endless, but my response to them was, “I never knew I could be so tired.” The most unromantic response, ever. So I’ve been thinking about my good response to that question, and it sounds like this.

Until the past two years I never knew life could be so vivid. I feel the most unconditional love I’ve ever felt, since I was my own parents baby. The highs are higher and the lows are lower. Life has never been so very real, and there is no way in my past that I could have ever imagined the life I have now.

To really, intimately, watch a person become a person is the most profound human experience I’ve ever had. And to simultaneously be so proud of my child and so in awe of the pure power that he exudes, is breath-taking and inspiring. I’m still getting to know him more everyday, and everyday I’m more in love with him than before.

Porter is his own person now, and learning to respect that and help him grow into himself is the most challenging, exhausting and rewarding bit of life I’ve ever lived. He is a thriving, outgoing, energetic, curious and persistent fellow. I only hope I can do him and his spirit justice while he’s in my care.

In celebration of Porters 2nd birthday, all of Boise took a snow day! Or maybe it’s because of the unrelenting snow that just keeps falling. Either way it was a great day for fun. I did my best to document it in photos. If I was two, I’d think it was a very happy birthday.

Porter woke up to his first of two presents. An adjustable basketball hoop. It was a smashing success.
Porter woke up to his first of two presents. An adjustable basketball hoop. It was a smashing success.
This is what Big Kitty thought of bouncing balls in the house.
This is what Big Kitty thought of bouncing balls in the house.
After breakfast we went outside to shovel snow. As I was putting out snow melt I noticed small snow flakes. I thought it was so clever that it came out in the shape of flakes. Then I realized these were actual snowflakes from the sky. So cool!
After breakfast we went outside to shovel snow. As I was putting out snow melt I noticed small snow flakes. I thought it was so clever that it came out in the shape of flakes. Then I realized these were actual snowflakes from the sky. So cool!
Every season is wheelbarrow season.
Every season is wheelbarrow season.

"Look mama! Spider!" 2 is a truly awesome age.
“Look mama! Spider!” 2 is a truly awesome age.
The captain of the plane, pressing buttons on his control panel.
The captain of the plane, pressing buttons on his control panel.

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We watched a squirrel on the fence, jump down and unearth his hidden nut. Porter assumed the appropriate crouched and quiet observing position. He was captivated the whole time.
We watched a squirrel on the fence, jump down and unearth his hidden nut. Porter assumed the appropriate crouched and quiet observing position. He was captivated the whole time.
We came in to warm up with a tea party and Bear.
We came in to warm up with a tea party and Bear.
Oatmeal chocolate chip birthday cake.
Oatmeal chocolate chip birthday cake.
He blew out the candles 3 times.
He blew out the candles 3 times.
He also made everyone sing Happy Birthday as many times as we could stand.
He also made everyone sing Happy Birthday as many times as we could stand.
My kid is the only one I know who is satisfied with 3 bites of cake. He left the rest in the bowl. My hero!
My kid is the only one I know who is satisfied with 3 bites of cake. He left the rest in the bowl. My hero!
The second birthday gift was a fishing ship for bath time.
The second birthday gift was a fishing ship for bath time.
It was a HUGE hit. Duh.
It was a HUGE hit. Duh.
My sweet pea. The best inspiration of my whole life.
My sweet pea. The best inspiration of my whole life.

Weigh In Wednesday #2

If you haven’t read my New Year’s Resolution, do that first.

Ahh. The first week of a new diet. It can be simultaneously the hardest and easiest week of the whole darn thing. Hard because kicking any bad habits, like sugar, can result in withdrawal and crankiness. Thankfully, it wasn’t bad at all, that is to say I’ve had worse sugar withdrawals. Before I started this I was slightly afraid for Porter’s safety, but we both made it through the week with flying colors. It is also the easiest week because it’s brand new and I’ve got nowhere to go but down. I’m going to get to my numbers, but I want to remind you that the first week of dieting can yield abnormal results due to, in my opinion, water loss. Yes I’ve done this before, and it’s been pretty much the same every time. I know that my losses for this week are unrealistic in the long term and not very healthy either.

For breakfast I ate my usual 2 eggs and Canadian bacon. I grabbed a snack whenever I got hungry and they included nuts, celery and apples with peanut butter, cheese, and 1 cappuccino per day. Lunch was always a hearty salad with dark green lettuce, broccoli, peas, cucumber, carrot, sunflower seeds, bacon bits, hard-boiled egg, beets, olives and ranch dressing. For dinner I made family friendly meals and substituted vegetables where my boys had noodles or bread. On Friday night I had Thai curry with rice, and it was more enjoyable than ever. The week was delightful, and the only time I felt hungry was when I didn’t plan my day correctly and ended up eating like a chipmunk. Otherwise, I feel great and am ready for week 2. Here are the numbers:

————->Week 1                               Week 2                         Difference

Weight (lbs):  261.0                                  252.5                                 8.5 lbs

Left leg (in.):  32.5                                    31.5                                      1″

Hips (in.):       54                                        53                                       1″

Waist (in.):     51                                         46                                      5″

Chest (in.)      47.5                                      47                                    0.5″

Left arm (in.): 17                                         17                                     0″

Neck (in.):       16                                         15                                     1″

TOTALS OVERALL:

Lost: 8.5 lbs and 8″

Homemade Cappucino
Homemade cappuccino
New Kitchen Adventures
New Kitchen Adventures
iPad puzzels
iPad puzzles
Snow Kitty is now an artic seal cub.
Snow Kitty is now an arctic seal cub.
It's, like, really winter here.
It’s, like, really winter here.

Spaghetti sauce with grass fed local beef, shitake mushrooms and onion, served over spinich. All organic. My new favorite!
Spaghetti sauce with grass-fed local beef, shiitake mushrooms and onion, served over spinach. All organic. My new favorite!
Montage of trees at the Boise Library!
Montage of trees at the Boise Library!

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Examining worms from our Urban Worm vermi-composting house.
Examining worms from our Urban Worm vermi-composting house.
Dried beans and some kitchen utensils...
Dried beans and some kitchen utensils…
...pure joy for 45 minutes.
…pure joy for 45 minutes.
This mornings eggs were like opening a present, I found a rainbow inside. Jillian at Green Goat Dairy is the very best.
This mornings eggs were like opening a present, I found a rainbow inside. Jillian at Green Goat Dairy is the very best.
I've been working on making a slicing bread that could take the place of store bought bread. Today I finally did it! It's the America's Test Kitchen Sandwich Bread recipe, using 1/2 sprouted organic spelt flour and 1/2 organic Einkorn flour. I did try a bite of every loaf, but managed to sustain myself at that. I'm really glad Luke and Porter enjoy it so much.
I’ve been working on making a slicing bread that could take the place of store bought bread. Today I finally did it! It’s the America’s Test Kitchen Sandwich Bread recipe, using 1/2 sprouted organic spelt flour and 1/2 organic Einkorn flour. I did try a bite of every loaf, but managed to sustain myself at that. I’m really glad Luke and Porter enjoy it so much.

Steve’s Poem

Baby Steve riding a tractor.
Baby Steve riding a tractor.

In December of 2002 my brother gave me a poem for Christmas. He wrote it in black ink on a transparent paper and framed it. Over the last 10 years it’s been slowly fading, even though I keep it away from sunlight. It’s a beautiful poem and deserves to be preserved and shared. Every time I read it I find new meaning, and it continues to be pertinent even today in an entirely new way. Thank you Steve.

I love you still, brother.
I love you still, brother.

A Crumbling Tower Clung To An Ancient Cliff

A crumbling tower clung to an ancient cliff
Whose feet plunged to the depths of the ocean
Where fish glowed and the water was syrupy cold.

One day, a piece of timber came to bob alongside the cliff.
Captain set the ship to sail itself and leaped at the rocky face.
As luck would have it, there were footholds and hand holds
That Captain used to scale the rocky wall.

Captain reached the cracked and precarious tower
And found a tunnelish opening from which
Poured a soft purple smell. And Captain
Entered the tunnel and was surrounded by
A beautifully perfumed haze. Captain continued.

Up, up a memory of a staircase, through
The purple fog. But Captain’s resolve hardened
And the scent and fog became just a background.
Captain saw only the stairs straight ahead
And the chamber at the top of the sloping spiral.
Captain reached the roofless room and found a globe of Earth.

The globe spun west and much too fast.
The oceans bubbled and glaciers melted.
The forests scorched and green sizzled to ash.
Captain knew something was wrong and laid
Soft careful hands upon the sad globe to stay its faulty turn.
Captain took a deep breath and blew so softly
As she removed her hands, and the globe began to spin east.

The tower bent its head to the ground,
With enormous snapping and creaking of
A spine that had not flexed for centuries,
And set Captain down upon the dewy lawn.
From above, a spiraling storm took shape
And came down on the tower, no longer crumbling
Or decrepit, but strong. Captain ran and
Flung herself off the cliff, looking up at the sky and whirling storm.

As she fell, the tower did battle with the storm
And met bolts of fire with a rocky arm
And what do you know but the storm faded,
Cowered from the strength of the tower,
Cradle of the righted globe. And after the battle was won
The tower stood forever as strong and when Captain left it.
And she fell and fell, and closed her eyes
Just to open them again at dawn of a new day as
She heard the pitter patter of the last drops of rain.

~Written by Steve Wilson

Best uncle ever.
Best uncle ever.

5 Reasons To Ditch Your Prenatal Care Provider

38 Weeks

If you’ve been following my writing for any period of time, you know that I’m a doula and an advocate for out of hospital birth attended by midwives. While I was a doula for families that chose to give birth in hospitals I encountered a similar situation time and again. Let me paint a picture for you.

While talking with your friend about how excited you are to be pregnant she asks you who your doctor is. Oh, you reply, I found a great doctor. He (I’m going with male since that has been my overwhelming experience) is really friendly, has a family of his own and I feel really comfortable at my prenatal visits (which last 15 minutes, maybe 30 for your initial meeting).

All through your pregnancy you go to your doctor and everything goes smoothly. It’s finally time to have this baby and you go to the hospital chipper, ok maybe not chipper but indeed ready to have this baby, and you get checked into your suite by the nice nurse. She hooks you up to an IV, straps two monitors on you, and asks if there is anything you need. She assures you that you’ll have this baby soon enough and then leaves to perform other job duties.Maybe, if you’re lucky, you’re in a small hospital and there’s no one else having a baby and the nurse gets to give all her attention to you. Maybe not. Hopefully you have a doula.

On and on it goes, this labor thing. Maybe you have pitocin and/or epidural, maybe not. Oh look, shift change! It’s time for your nurse to go home to her family and for the next nice nurse to take over. Hopefully you jive with this new person.

Keep in mind, if you’ve seen your doctor at all it was for a brief moment where he looked at the monitors and issuing tapes, he then taps your shoulder looks at your partner and says everything’s swell. See you when it’s time to push the baby out.  Finally, it’s time to push. The doctor that you’ve spent the last 6 months getting to know and lending all your confidence to will pretty much only be there when your baby is descending down the birth canal and out into the world.

You are instructed to push, have people counting at you, and are instructed to “get this baby out”. Whoosh! Baby’s born and, hopefully, placed on your belly where the cord is clamped and you bond. If not then baby is taken to a warming table where pediatric doctors, respiratory therapists and nurses do whatever they need to do to help your baby get this life started right.

Doctor delivers your placenta and checks out your lady parts. Maybe you need a couple stitches, maybe not. Doctor congratulates you and your partner and heads out the door to deliver another baby. Yay!

On the other hand, if you have a doctor that isn’t on call for your birth maybe you just get whoever is actually on call. A complete stranger, who may or may not have the same vision of birth as the doctor you’ve been trusting and getting to know. You would be shocked at how many times I’ve seen this last part play out.

Guess what? I know how to guarantee that you get the best prenatal, birth and post natal care. What…you already know what I’m going to say? You’ve been paying attention, 20 points for you! That’s right, take your time, money and health to a MIDWIFE. She will be at your birth, and that’s a promise. If you see a group of midwives, you’ll get to know them all (they tend to be small practices) and the trust you have in that small team will be rewarded with:

  • prenatal meetings that last as long as you need them to
  • honesty and education about the choices you get to make about your body, baby and birth
  • post natal care for you and your baby for the next 6-8 weeks
  • RESPECT for your choices, body and birth

I called my midwives countless times in the week after Porter was born. They were always kind and didn’t even sound like they were rolling their eyes when I asked the most redundant new mom questions.

Following is my top 5 reasons to switch care providers. Whether it be doctors or midwives. You have a choice. Just because you’re 35 weeks pregnant and have been seeing the same doctor since before baby was conceived, you can change providers. It’s ok.

If someone wasn’t giving you good customer service at a store, you wouldn’t continue to shop there. If your vet didn’t treat your pet right, you would find another. If your hair dresser gives you many bad haircuts in a row…you get the picture. If you’re interested in having a birth that your provider isn’t interested in providing go interview other’s. Shh, you don’t even have to tell your current doctor. Keep in mind, I’m not a care provider of any sort. Just an educated consumer, with a few opinions. Back to the list!

Top 5 Reasons You Should Change Doctors/Midwives

1. Talk of your baby being too big or your pelvis being too small. From my personal experience, I had an 11 pound baby who was 23.5″ long. That’s a big baby. I’m 5’6″. He came out perfectly and with no damage to his or my parts.

2. Talk about hard and fast deadlines or protocols. If you won’t be allowed to go past 40 weeks, eat food during labor or leave your bed/monitors…go, now. Porter pushed even the limits of Idaho law, waiting until 42.5 weeks to be born. 43 weeks and I would have had to go to the hospital or have my husband deliver at home. Yeah, we considered that.

3. They won’t tell you their cesarean rate, or don’t know it. 

4. You aren’t encouraged to educate yourself and/or are placated with words like “don’t worry about it” when you ask questions. You should be able to have a real adult conversation about any of the procedures being done to you and/or your baby. Your care provider should treat you as an equal and give you every bit of knowledge that they feel is pertinent to your decision making. In return, you are expected to DO YOUR RESEARCH and TAKE RESPONSiBILITY. Find out facts on your own and share them with your provider. Ask them questions and get answers that make sense to you. Yes, they’ve delivered more babies than you, and maybe they were there for your first babies, but they have never delivered THIS baby before.

5. Your intuition tells you that you’re not comfortable with this care provider. Don’t ignore that nagging feeling. If you feel trapped or uncomfortable with your care, go find someone else who you feel comfortable with. If you don’t know where to start, ask your doula (or any doula) for referrals. Or look for midwives online. Then interview them and continue to listen to your intuition. It’s good practice for parenthood too.

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And in totally unrelated new, here’s a cute video of my son practicing his large motor skill, jumping. He’s been working on it for months.

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