I had the privilege of assisting and photographing at my dear friend, Julia’s homebirth in September. I didn’t take nearly the amount of pictures I thought I would due to the fact that it was a fast labor and it was SO quiet! The camera was not quiet however, and neither was the 100mm lens I used occasionally. So instead of around 500 photos, I took just under 300. Don’t worry, I only picked my favorites for the slideshow. My friend Tamra, lent me her baby (read: one of her DSLR cameras and all but one of her lenses), while she was on vacation in California. Julia’s little one happened to wait until Tamra got back, but due to a mis-communication, I was still photographer. Our midwife (I say our, because she’s also my midwife), had called her assistant shortly after I arrived, but the baby came so fast, that I ended up being assistant as well.

I was in awe the whole time. Julia was amazing to watch. Her home was so peaceful, and so was she. She needed no interference or help. She trusted her body and listened to her heart. It was such an honor to be there. I told her that I loved the whole experience. I love birth and babies! Thank you, Julia, for allowing me to be a part of this sacred occasion.


I’m finally getting past the blah’s and extreme tiredness, although I do have bouts of both from time to time.   I’m showing already although since I’m overweight you probably couldn’t tell, but I can!  I tried finding the top of my uterus and it’s not far from my navel.  It’s not supposed to be there until 20 weeks, right?  Maybe I’m dreaming or something.  I’m not fitting in my normal clothes well anymore.  I’ve had to wear dresses a lot.  I found a three pairs of maternity pants at Sear’s Grand for $0.99 each (yes, it’s not a typo).  Two pairs of them are too big for me, so I need to take them in, but if I can’t make them work right I’m only out a couple of bucks.  I need to hem all 3 though, and take in the flared pant legs.  I don’t care for the flared look, especially on me–I’m large enough already.  I need some summer shirts, but I’ll also need warmer weather clothes by the end of the pregnancy.  I know I can make shirts work in winter, but I’ll need pants for sure by then.

I haven’t been as picky in my eating, although I still struggle with finding things to eat.  When we have lots of fresh fruit, that’s my first choice.  Everything else is hard for me to want to eat.

My midwife, Cathy, comes over tomorrow for my first real prenatal.  We met about 5 weeks ago, but we just talked more than anything.  I need to finish filling out the paperwork.  I can’t wait to hear the heartbeat (assuming we don’t have the same issues that we had with baby Wendy).

I’ve been wanting to redecorate my bedroom a bit.  The walls are a light purple, but I don’t like the color much.  The only thing that matches it is the picture matting on my grandmother’s beautiful cross-stitch that I received when she passed away on the 13th of May 2005.   I have maroon curtains and sheets (not a problem), but it’s plain and boring.  My comforter is a bland beige color.  It’s a down-alternative type comforter (in other words it’s polyester).  I’m pondering what I can sew onto it to make it look better rather than get a new one (which would be much easier than sewing it myself).  My carpet is called prairie grass, but it’s a very light green (not minty or grass green at all).  It’s new, and is what I wanted.  I have a cherry colored dresser, plain bed frame (no head or foot board), a cedar chest, white toddler bed (hopefully not for long in our room), and our modern computer desk in our bedroom as well.  I’m just not sure of what to do with it all.  I really want to paint and buy a shelf or something.  I’m not creative at all when it comes to decorating.  I just make do with what I have and it’s usually plain and boring.  Our extra money is going to home improvements, debts, and now our midwife.  I’ll figure something out.  I think a couple throw pillows will help the bed out quite a bit, but I’m not sure what to do about the curtains.  I may just leave them alone and worry about the walls.  I’ll figure something out.  I should look through my decorating magazine and pullout ideas.

We went on a short vacation this weekend.  We had a nice trip to St. George, Utah where my grandparents live.  We went for David’s family reunion though.  It was nice, but pricey for such a short trip.  It was worth it, but hopefully we’ll be able to get the condo we had a couple weeks back when we went there for my family reunion.  It was much less than a motel room and we just needed to make sure it was clean and wash the sheets and towels.  Easy enough.  :)  I hope it’s available next year!

Some disorganized rambling thoughts of mine —

I’ve been thinking about the last few weeks of pregnancy with my now 5mo since one of my best friends, Tamra, is due with her fourth biological child next week.

I remember how difficult it was to wait for my body to begin labor, especially after a week beyond my due date.  The only people I really wanted to talk to were my best friends and midwife who knew what to say and what not to.   I knew they could sympathize without making me doubt my abilities to birth my baby without medical “help.”  It “seemed” as if everyone else was so concerned that something was going to go wrong.  It “seemed” as if very few people trusted in my ability to receive revelation for myself and my baby (although I do have to say that these people may not have seen it in this light).   I was irked by it all, but I tried to stay happy and calm despite the negative feelings I received from a few people.   The Spirit is what helped me keep my sanity when Satan was working at making me doubt what I knew was right.

David was a tremendous help, but even he began to wonder if all would be well.   He was ready to check me into the hospital at the first day of week 42.   I wasn’t, however.   I have to say, though, that I couldn’t have had such a wonderful experience during and after the birth if he hadn’t been there for me.  He was such a comfort.   Thank you honey!

My midwife, Cathy, was so calm and trusting of me and my body.   She was an extreme calm in my storm of frustration.   She was always reassuring and willing to help or sit back and watch.   She didn’t seem alarmed at anything.   I think she was too kind when she said I was the nicest overdue mom she’d dealt with.   :)

My close friends were also very reassuring and willing to help in any way possible, whether it be babysitting or just lending a listening ear.   I wouldn’t have made it to week 41 if it hadn’t been for their help.   They always knew what I needed to hear to keep me going.

We had difficulties hearing the heartbeat at the beginning of the pregnancy, yet I didn’t feel like I needed an ultrasound.   I knew that homebirth was right for this baby’s birth as well.   I don’t recall a time in any of my other pregnancies where I trusted the Lord so much.   He gave me comfort and uplifted me when I felt at my lowest.   My recent post on Joy would have been a HUGE help at that time.   I understand, now, that I wouldn’t have felt the immense joy I did, had I not felt the deep sorrow.

I guess I should go into more detail as to what I mean…   I went had a whole day of prodromal labor the week before Wendy was born.   My midwife and friends all came over, but despite our efforts, the contractions stopped and everyone went home so I could rest.   The next week was extremely hard to deal with.   I wanted my baby in my arms so badly.   Well meaning family and friends would ask about how I was doing, what was I going to do if the baby didn’t come soon, how long was I going to wait until going to the hospital, etc…   I was tired of the same questions from different people.   I began screening my calls after a while.   On General Conference Sunday, I didn’t go to a family breakfast because I wasn’t looking forward to more questions.   I stayed home and rested and cried, rested and cried.   I was so emotional, but I hung on.   After getting the kids in bed, David and I talked for a while.   He voiced his concerns, and I voiced mine.   We didn’t argue or anything, just cried together.   After a very emotional discussion I asked for a priesthood blessing.   I felt better and more at peace (like I had prior to the doubting thoughts snuck in by Satan–he doesn’t have a problem with getting someone when their vulnerable).   I listened to a hypnobirthing CD and fell asleep.   I woke up early with contractions.   Baby Wendy was born later that afternoon after 14 hours of labor (not all active labor) and no difficulties.

So my point…I knew with all my heart, that the Lord would bless me with my desire for a homebirth and that all would be well.   If I hadn’t been in the depths of despair (so to speak), I would never have had the incredible joy I experienced when she finally made her arrival that calm, beautiful day in April.   It gives me hope for the next pregnancy and birth.   I know I can do it, and I know that the Lord will always help me if I’m living righteously and listening to the Spirit.

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