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  • Pregnancy, birth and the postnatal period during the pandemic -what do you need to know?

    Pregnancy, birth and the postnatal period during the pandemic -what do you need to know?

    Updated 24/03/20 in line with new RCOG guidelines

    If you are pregnant right now, I can imagine that the unpredictability of the pandemic situation might make you feel anxious.

    I am writing this to try and help allay fears, as well as suggest of list of ways you can get support for yourself.

    We haven’t got a lot of data as Covid-19 is a new virus, which was identified for the first time in China in November 2019. We’re mid March 2020 as I write this which means that we only have about 4 month’s worth of data. But there is some data, and it has been evaluated thoroughly to issue guidelines. These guidelines are likely to change as we get more data.

    You might be worried about the recent government report on the news saying that all pregnant women need to self-isolate. I’d like to reassure you that this was just a precaution blanket statement, in fact the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists (RCOG), the Royal College of Midwives and the Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Health issued a joint statement to reassure women after the government announced these measures:

    “We welcome this precautionary approach as COVID-19 is a new virus, but would like to reassure pregnant women that, as things stand, no new evidence has come to light suggesting they are at higher risk of becoming seriously unwell compared with other healthy individuals. Research and data are key to monitoring the ongoing situation and the UK Obstetric Surveillance System – UKOSS – will monitor all cases of pregnant women who have a diagnosis of coronavirus.”

    You can find the RCOG new updates here , and there is also a Q&A for pregnant women and their families here

    The RCOG guidance  (published 21st March) states that:

    • Pregnant women do not appear more likely to contract the infection than the general population. 
    • There is also no evidence that the virus can pass to your baby while you are pregnant or during birth.
    • As a precautionary approach, pregnant women with suspected or confirmed coronavirus when they go into labour are being advised to attend an obstetric unit for birth but their birth plan should be followed as closely as possible.
    • At the moment there is no evidence that the virus can be carried in breastmilk, so it is felt the benefits of breastfeeding outweigh any potential risks of transmission of coronavirus through breastmilk.

    The RCOG has also published a Q&A section for pregnant women and their families.

    Two papers (Chen et al; Zhu et al)and have been published from retrospectively studying 2 sets of 9 and 10 women in China who tested positive for Covid-19 in pregnancy. The authors found no evidence of the virus being transmitted to the baby during pregnancy, found no trace of the virus in amniotic fluid, cord blood, placenta, and also importantly none in breastmilk, which is very reassuring.

    There has been however, a couple of cases reported of babies born from COVID-19 positive mothers who tested positive for the virus soon after birth. We do not yet know whether transmission occurred during the pregnancy or after the birth.

    In the RCOG guidance to pregnant women, it is suggested all women positive for COVID should be admitted to an obstetric unit rather than giving birth at home or in a birth centre, so that their baby’s heart rate could be monitored continuously during labour.

    “If birth at home or in a midwifery-led unit is planned, a discussion should be initiated with the woman regarding the potentially increased risk of fetal compromise in women infected with COVID-19 (as was noted in the Chinese case series of nine women). The woman should be advised to attend an obstetric unit for birth, where the baby can be monitored using continuous electronic fetal monitoring.”

    The guideline is based on the fact that two Chinese publications showed some level of fetal distress in women who were positive for the virus. However, when you review the evidence on this, this suggestion is open to interpretation. Obstetrician Dr Kirsten Small’s blog explains that the evidence is based on the only 2 papers published so far (papers about pregnant women positive for COVID-19 who gave birth in China):

    The first paper (Chen, et al., 2020) included 9 women, 8 of whom had viral pneumonia, and the remaining woman had fever and a cough, having experienced prelabour membrane rupture at 36 weeks of gestation. The abstract stated that “fetal distress was monitored in two cases” but provided no further information about how this was determined. All infants had normal Apgar scores.

    It is difficult to ascertain whether the 10 women whose outcomes were reported in the second paper (Zhu, et al., 2020) include some of the women reported in the previous paper. All ten women were symptomatic with signs of viral pneumonia. The findings stated that six fetuses exhibited “intra-uterine distress” without expanding on how this was determined. Two women out of the ten had vaginal births, with both these fetuses being classified as having “distress”. All infants had normal Apgar scores.

    The small number of women (19) used to generate a recommendation which might be carried out on thousands of women worldwide is concerning. The Cochrane review on CTG monitoring included over 37,000 women and it is often argued that the research still has not included enough women to generate reliable answers. These papers do not offer any useful information about the risk of intrapartum fetal hypoxia in women who have tested positive, but who have no, or mild symptoms secondary to CoVid19, as all the women in the papers were hospitalised with significant symptoms. Therefore using these findings as the basis of a recommendation for CTG monitoring is not consistent with how evidence-based care is conducted.

    Dr Small goes on to explain the pros and cons of continuous fetal monitoring, which is something that is known to increase obstetrics interventions such as cesarean. To date, continous fetal monitoring has not been shown to improve outcomes for babies. Dr Sara Wickham has written several blogs reviewing the evidence for CTG monitoring.

    How to protect yourself

    The WHO has issued a set of guidelines for the public, which includes basis protective measures.

    Be especially mindful to wash your hands after you touch objects such as door handles or petrol station’s pump handles etc.

    What are your rights regarding maternity care?

    The charity birthrights has published a useful guidance on your rights to maternity care during the pandemic. You still have the same rights to maternity care during the pandemic, however availability of services (for example homebirth or birth centre availability) might change as the level of available staff.

    Labour and birth

    This is my local trust’s guidelines. Check your local trust, as  it is possible that there may be slight differences from one trust to another (I have seen divergence in the number of birth partners allowed, ie some hospitals still say two, some only one), in doubt call the hospital to ask what the current rules are (as they are likely to change)

    Guidance for women during labour:

    • If you are in early labour you should call the maternity unit for advice.
    • If your intended birth partner has symptoms, or has been in contact with a confirmed case, they will not be able to visit in any area of the maternity unit.
    • If you have mild coronavirus/ COVID-19 symptoms you should remain at home in early labour as per standard practice but call the maternity unit first for advice.
    • You should come to the hospital in private transport (your own car or someone else giving you a lift) where possible or call 111/999 for advice as appropriate. If an ambulance is required, the call handler should be informed that you are currently in self-isolation for possible coronavirus/COVID-19.
    • You should alert a member of maternity staff that you have arrived at the hospital, remain in your car and phone the labour ward for instructions before you enter the hospital. You can do this by phoning the labour ward.

    Guidance for women who are pregnant for antenatal appointments:

    • If you have no symptoms of coronavirus please attend your antenatal appointments as usual unless you are contacted directly by your community midwife.
    • Please contact your community midwives directly for all queries regarding appointments and where they are taking place as circumstances will be changing daily
    • Please note that GP surgeries and Children’s Centres are likely to be reviewing access to them over the coming weeks and months so location of appointments may change over this period
    • Please note If your partner has symptoms they should self-isolate and not attend any appointments/visits  with you.

    One thing you may want to think about ahead of time would be to have a backup birth partner in case your partner develops symptoms.

    The RCOG guideline also says that if you have suspected or confirmed COVID-19 you will not be able to use a birthing pool.

    Bliss, the charity for premature and sick babies, has published guidance on neonatal care and COVID-19 

    Where to get information and support?

    NHS If you have any concerns (Covid or otherwise) about your health during pregnancy, your midwife and your GP should be your first port of call. As I write this as far as I’m aware pregnant women are still receiving normal antenatal care from midwifes. The majority of GP surgeries have switched to screening people via phone appointments. My understanding at the moment is that pregnant women who have symptoms are being told to self isolate. It can take some time to get through the phone to your doctor, or to get through 111 for advice but you should still get support.

    If you are (understandably) worried or concerned, consider enlisting the support of people who are used to supporting pregnant women navigate the maternity services, such as antenatal teachers and doulas.

    Many antenatal educators and birth professionals have moved to offering their services online. All around the UK, doulas, antenatal teachers, pregnancy and postnatal exercise classes (yoga, pilates, babywearing exercises classes etc), are offering online instead of face to face support.

    One major advantage is that you are no longer constrained by distance, so you can lookup antenatal and postnatal classes nationally and pick the ones that suit you best.

    Here is a list of organisations you can get support from:

    Find a doula at Doula UK, the non profit associations for doulas in the UK. Having a doula will help you navigate your birth and postnatal options whilst things change in the maternity services right now, and also guarantee that you have someone to talk to when you need to. I have blogged several times about what doulas do, both to support birth and the postnatal period, feel free to scroll through my previous blog posts to read these.

    Independent midwives

    Antenatal and postnatal support and education

    • The positive birth movement  is a network of pregnancy and birth support groups, linked up by social media, therefore a way to connect with other mums during pregnancy
    • Find someone to help you carry your baby in a sling at Slingpages .
    • The NCT charity runs antenatal and postnatal classes
    • The motherside provides a support networks and a g global community and support network for all mums and mums-to-be
    • Calmfamily is an education CIC that provides consultations and classes to educate and support parents
    • The daisy foundation offer antenatal and postnatal classes
    • Netmums
    • Gingerbread is a charity that support single parent families

    Mental health support

    • Traumatic birth recovery offers a listing of practitioners trained in a fast birth trauma release technique called the Rewind technique
    • Make birth better is a collective of parents and professionals working together to end suffering from birth trauma.
    • Mind is a mental health charity, they have a section on postnatal depression
    • Mia Scotland is a perinatal psychologist
    • The Pandas foundation for perinatal mental health
    • SHaRON is a peer support based ehealth system, available via a mobile phone app and associated website.

    Breastfeeding support

    The current RCOG guidelines state that :

    ” It is reassuring that in six Chinese cases tested, breastmilk was negative for COVID-19;2 however, given the small number of cases, this evidence should be interpreted with caution. The main risk for infants of breastfeeding is the close contact with the mother, who is likely to share infective airborne droplets. In the light of the current evidence, we advise that the benefits of breastfeeding outweigh any potential risks of transmission of the virus through breastmilk. The risks and benefits of breastfeeding, including the risk of holding the baby in close proximity to the mother, should be discussed with her.”

    This is a welcome recommendation. Despite this, it is possible that if a COVID-19 positive mother might be encouraged to be separated from her baby and formula feed. This needs to be balanced against the possible distress for both mother and baby, and the fact that breastmilk has antiviral properties, and that it allows the transfer of antibodies to the baby, as well as supporting the development of the immune system (Prameela 2011, Newman 2018).

    The Unicef baby friendly initiative also states that:

    “There is a wealth of evidence that breastfeeding reduces the risk of babies developing infectious diseases. There are numerous live constituents in human milk, including immunoglobulins, antiviral factors, cytokines and leucocytes, that help to destroy harmful pathogens and boost the baby’s immune system. Considering the protection that human milk and breastfeeding offers the baby and the minimal role it plays in the transmission of other respiratory viruses, it seems sensible to do all we can to continue to promote, protect and support breastfeeding”

    La Leche League has published some guidance on breastfeeding during the pandemic and so has Baby milk action.

    Should you require breastfeeding support, it is now possible to access the support from breastfeeding clinics, breastfeeding counsellors and lactation consultants online.

    The list of organisations include

     

    I will aim to regularly update this blog as new information becomes available

  • The Phoenix process

    The Phoenix process

    If you follow my blog you might have felt surprised that I haven’t posted anything since last July, when I typically wrote a monthly or twice monthly post before.

    This is because, early in the summer, I experienced a personal and professional crisis of devastating proportions.

    A midwife made a complaint against me, a handful of people from my local doula collective made the decision to suspend me, removing me from the local website and online forum. I was also suspended from teaching doula courses.

    The severity of my ‘crime’? I, together with another doula, helped a client replace a clamp by a cord tie. In doing so, I used hospital scissors which had just been use to cut the cord by the father, to cut the plastic clamp off.

    I would have expected the doulas in the local community who received the complaint to show me support, to listen to my side of the story, and to involve me in any decision made on my behalf. Instead, I was notified of my suspension by email. I had no idea this was coming. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was numb with disbelief. I don’t think In have never felt so ostracised and betrayed in my whole life. I was also dumbfounded that the other doula I had worked with, ns who has suggested the cord replacement, suffered no consequences.

    Disbelief was the overwhelming emotion, as I really struggled to process how a group of people which I had been an active member of for 7 years,  a collective which was supposed to be based on values of support, compassion and non judgement, could cut me off like this, and how someone I thought was a life-long friend could do the same, whilst she knew I would suffer the double blow of being rejected by the community and by her.

    I had thought that this community would rally round to support and protect a member in the face of the vulnerability that a complaint entails. I was wrong.

    I felt like I was a rotten apple in a cart, and, at the time I needed it most, I was kicked out of the cart and told to deal with it by myself.  The emails I was sent made it clear that I was on my own in this process, so I didn’t reach out to anyone. Because of this, I also mistakenly spent several days believing that the whole community knew, and didn’t care.

    Because the email suspending me told me that I might not be welcome in the hospital, I cancelled clients who had just hired me to support them through a birth.

    I embarked on the process of trying to resolve the complaint with the support of the national doula association, doula UK. This process was long-winded, as it happened during the holiday season. It took 3 weeks for doula UK to receive the complaint, and another 3 for a meeting with the midwife to take place. The meeting was an anti-climax. I had worked myself into a state of extreme anxiety about it, expecting to be told I could no longer work inside this hospital. Instead, the midwife accepted my apology and the meeting was over in 20 minutes.

    This left me reeling. Everything around the way the complaint had been handled by my community felt so out of proportion.

    In the meantime I had to cope with the fact that my whole professional life had crumbled, that I no longer knew who I could trust, and that everything I believed to be true about my local doula community has been destroyed.

    I felt that most of what I had build professionally had been reduced to rubble. I lost my sense of identity. I felt like I had been kicked out of the castle, and was alone with the wilderness, surrounded by scary beasts. And, from where I stood, all I could see what my whole life crumbled down to a ruin.

    It was a very dark time. I had very serious suicidal thoughts for many weeks.

    A few weeks later, I got diagnosed, for the first time in my life, with severe anxiety and depression. Getting the diagnostic felt like a relief and an embarrassment at the same time. There is still so much stigma around mental health in our culture.

    I shared about my depression on social media to help others, because I thought that if I, who many considered a strong person, could be diagnosed with mental health issues and feel some level of embarrassment about it, what chances would more fragile or reserved people stand to get help?

    Once upon a time, I used to believe depression was for losers. Then a whole bunch of people I loved and admired, including my own husband, got diagnosed with it. This shook my narrow minded beliefs and for this, I am grateful. I hope I might have helped others in the same way by disclosing my situation.

    The summer passed in a blur of emotional pain. I have never cried so much in my life. I would drive to a client’s house, cry all the way there, put on a brave face and function whilst with the client, then, as soon as I left, the enormity of what had happened fell back onto my shoulders like a ton of bricks, and I would start crying again.

    They say that crises show who you can really count on, and my, was that a harsh truth. I soon realised that very few people were truly available for me, beyond a few bland words of initial support.

    I suppose it’s a reality of life that we are all busy with our own lives and problems, but in the face of this situation, it made me feel extremely alone, and added to my feelings of worthlessness.

    The local doula collective counted nearly 40 members.  I got a few messages of sympathy when the news of my suspension was made public (again I had no say in this), but only a handful actually reached out and gave me support (and I am truly grateful to those who gave me their time and support especially when they were facing crises of their own). I now know that many had no idea what had happened, nor were aware of the severity of the impact it had on me. In the very negative mindset I was in for many months, I imagined that they knew and did not care. It lead me to develop a very negative view of the community.

    The whole situation left me quite paranoid, and with very few people I could trust, but I realised that these people were really solid. My husband in particular, who had just finished his training as a counsellor, was a rock. My parents were amazing too and so were a handful of friends, who made the time to listen to me again and again as I struggled to process my feelings.

    There is evidence that being ostracised is one of the most painful emotions that a human can experience, and that it causes physical pain. This was true for me. Something about belonging has to do with surviving, so being ostracised threatens this.

    There is also evidence around the stages one goes through when grieving, denial, pain, anger and bargaining, depression, acceptance and hope. And god did I grieve. I grieved the loss of a community I had grown to love and that I thought to be amazingly supportive. I grieved the loss of a long term friendship which I never expected to end. I grieved the loss of my sense of identity. I grieved the loss of my professional success.

    For the first few weeks I could barely function. I was forced to drop my work to a bare minimum, only working with clients I had already booked, and my income suffered and took a extreme dive. Being self employed, this added to my anxiety and my feelings of not being good enough. I had spent 7 years building my self employed business and it felt that it had been destroyed.

    I knew I could only survive during this time, and use my limited energy to resolve the complaint.

    I started seeing a counsellor and also had my first experience of the mind-blowing transformative process that is a family constellation workshop.

    Whilst this happened, and whilst I was in the middle of that really dark place, I also knew that this happened to me for a reason.

    In 2007 I was marched out of the biotech company I had been working for 7 years, under false pretences of redundancy. This really accelerated my professional reconversion from scientist to birthworker. I could feel that the current crisis had the same energetic signature (except this time it was much, much worse, because this was being removed from a place I loved, whereas I was relieved to be removed from the toxic biotech company I used to work for).

    I fought very hard against where this process wanted to take me. I even conned myself into believing that I ought to forgive the people who had broken my trust. I was trying to claw the ground I had lost back. I am very grateful for the friend who called me up on it by saying “be careful, because what you are saying is basically : you shat on me, but it doesn’t matter”.

    One of the book I read at the time was called “Broken open, how difficult times can help us grow” by Elizabeth Lesser. The book is full inspiring stories about the good that can come from tragic events. In this book I have found a new metaphor. Elizabeth refers to the process of going through tough experiences as the phoenix process.

    ” I have my own name for the quest. I call it the Phoenix Process—in honor of the mythic bird with golden plumage whose story has been told throughout the ages. Knowing that a new way could only be found with the death of his worn-out habits, defenses and beliefs, the Phoenix built a pyre of cinnamon and myrrh, sat in the flames and burned to death. Then he rose from the ashes as a new being—a strange amalgam of who he had been before and who he had become. A new bird, yet ever more himself; changed, and at the same time, the eternal Phoenix.”

    This metaphor appealed to me a lot. A lot more than the lobster growth analogy I used to use.

    I loved it so much I had a phoenix tattooed on my shoulder.

    Despite a series of powerful insights with the various therapists I was working with, by the time I was getting ready to go on my annual holidays in France, I was falling apart. The 2 weeks away from my normal life, did me a world of good. During the last 2 days of my holiday I started feeling the dread, the weight, the enormity of the fallout from the complaint I had faced, fall back onto my shoulders. I was really scared that I was going to go back into the abyss.

    Except that’s not what happened. When I returned I noticed that I felt a lot stronger.

    I realised that the time away had given me one thing: clarity about how I felt about the way the complaint had been handled. I stopped doubting my feelings. I stopped letting other people trying to gaslight me.

    In July, I felt like I had been kicked out of the castle, and that I was alone in the wilderness. I felt unlovable, lonely and scared. I stood in a barren land, and everything I had built was broken. Now, oddly, I felt OK, alone in the wilderness. I was no longer as scared and then, I started to notice new shoots starting to grow on the ground. I had been booted out of the cart, now I realised I didn’t want back in. Since then, I have kept on feeling a lot stronger.

    Don’t get me wrong, I’m still recovering from the crisis, and from time to time, I get triggered and forced to revisit the crisis and when I look at the wreckage, it still hurts. Those times are hard, as I catch myself, despite knowing this is neither possible nor desirable, hoping that things could go back to the way they were.

    There is this beautiful analogy about grief, where someone describe it like a shipwreck: when it just happens, you are floating amidst the debris and 100 foot waves hit you relentlessly, and all you can do is float. With times, the waves become less high and less frequent. But they never really stop. Stuff in your life happens that reminds you of the event, and suddenly the grief hits you again.  You can read the whole thing here

    Another aspect of grief is the permanent change this it brings. Some parts of me died in this process. But they made room for new things. And there have been good things too, that have come from this process. I’m clear that certain people no longer belong in my life, and I’m mostly at peace with it.

    I’ve become aware of toxicity in spaces that I thought to be only good. And I also know that this potential exists everywhere. I’ve become unblinded to the fear and darkness that exists in many communities that claim to be based on ‘love and light’, and who are quick to criticise others but slow to appraise their own failings. In fact, as I’ve discovered by talking to a lot of people, such communities are often the worst when the shit hits the fan.

    Edited to add: when this blog was published in January 2021, someone from the local doula community made a formal complaint against me to the national doula association, doula UK, claiming that my blog post was not reflecting the truth and could be damaging to the local doula collective. Doula UK upheld the complaint, and told me that unless I removed the blog, my membership would be terminated. My mental health at this time was still fragile that I didn’t have the energy to fight it. I made the decision to unpublish this blog post at the time. Having left the organisation, I chose to republish it.

    I also went through a cathartic, and still on-going, process of decluttering my home, and letting go of stuff I no longer need, literally, as well as emotionally.

    One thing I noticed is that I am less affected by people’s opinions of me. You know that phrase “other people’s opinions of me is none of my business?”. Well, I knew this on a mental level, but now, because I’ve survived being rejected and ostracised, including by people I lived, I feel able to embody it. I catch myself thinking about people whose opinion mattered to me, people who were part of this exclusion process, and I realise that I no longer care about what they might think of me.

    I no longer feel as responsible for other people’s feelings in the way I was in the past. At a birth I attended recently, the midwife was rather frosty. Rather than wondering what I’d done wrong, I realised she was feeling threatened, and that it had nothing to do with me.

    I feel a lot clearer about of who I am, and what my values are. My two top values are authenticity and integrity. I’m not prepared to pretend these don’t matter to me, even if this means the end of some relationships. It’s difficult to explain fully, because it’s mostly that I keep catching myself not reacting like I used to.

    I no longer feel that I need to justify myself, or that it’s my job to explain my opinions to people who don’t want to listen. I no longer feel the need to enter every fight I’m invited to.

    I stay silent in situations where I would have spoken up in the past, and speak up in situations where I would have remained silent. I feel a restored sense of sovereignty. It’s very liberating.

    To create space and time for this, as well as time to process and reflect, I decided to take a break from working as a doula. My last doula client was in October, and I will wait until the universe gives me a sign that it is time to return.

    And, with that space and with the slow lightening of the darkness, new projects have arisen.

    I have started writing a book on postnatal recovery, which was accepted by publisher Pinter and Martin. My goal is, beyond the book, to create training around supporting the postpartum.

    I have created a new product, a smokeless smudge using Palo Santo essential oil, called the Sacred Sprace Spray.

    I have started training to become a Reiki Drum teacher.

    I have planned to learn the Arvigo Mayan Abdominal massage training in 2020. I signed up for one of the most transformative business mentoring programme I have ever come across, Become your own business advisor, with Hiro Boga.

    I started doing new things in my personal life too, doing healing with horses, learning to crochet, and discovering the practise of TRE (tension release exercise) and of the 5rhythms dance, which I love. This also led me to meet a lot of new people.

    Why did I write this blog? Now that I’m mostly on the other side of the crisis, I wanted to tell my story in the hope that it inspires and helps others.

    I’m not yet at the stage where I can forgive nor feel grateful towards the individuals who caused me so much pain, I feel grateful for the personal growth this crisis has given me.

    So, if you’re in the middle of your own phoenix process, I want you to know that you are not alone. I also want you to know that it’s OK to take your time. I want to encourage you to reach for help, often people how now idea how bad you feel, because most people who feel terrible tend to keep to themselves.

    I also know that, when you’re in the darkest place, it’s kind of impossible to see what will come from the other side when you finally get out.

    And yes when you go through a phoenix process, some part of you will die. It is important to acknowledge that loss, because it is a very significant one. It is also important to take the time to process the hurt, and not rush through the processing. Each of us has their own timing and way to process it, there is no right and wrong. Don’t beat yourself up for the time it takes, and do not listen to people who are telling you to hurry up and be somewhere you are not ready to get to yet.

    I also want to give you a message of hope. Because, at the bottom of the abyss, you will find the diamond that has been carved by the darkness and the pressure, and you will rise from your ashes with a renewed sense of self.

    Not quite the same, but whole.

    There is a poem from Rumi which describes this process so perfectly.

    “This being human is a guest house.
    Every morning a new arrival.

    A joy, a depression, a meanness,
    some momentary awareness comes
    as an unexpected visitor.

    Welcome and entertain them all!
    Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
    who violently sweep your house
    empty of its furniture,
    still, treat each guest honourably.
    He may be clearing you out
    for some new delight.

    The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
    meet them at the door laughing,
    and invite them in.

    Be grateful for whoever comes,
    because each has been sent
    as a guide from beyond.”

  • On being an independent doula and a proud member of Doula UK

    On being an independent doula and a proud member of Doula UK

    I wrote a blog about what it means to me to be a member of Doula UK

    https://doula.org.uk/on-being-an-independent-doula-and-a-proud-member-of-doula-uk/

  • Your postnatal recovery isn’t about how soon you can start doing chores

    Your postnatal recovery isn’t about how soon you can start doing chores

    This morning, a antenatal teacher friend  shared the local hospital’s leaflet about the timeline of physical recovery after a cesarean.

    It’s been a while since something in the birth world has triggered me as much as this leaflet did.

    The leaflet, whilst I’m sure is well meaning, appears to be something straight from a 1950’s housewife manual.

    It mostly states when, following a cesarean, you can start ironing, dusting, pushing a shopping trolley and doing various chores.

    You can read it here

    It triggered me for two main reasons.

    First, I seriously doubt that a leaflet about post op recovery after major abdominal surgery for men would include how soon he would be able start ironing.

    So this leaflet, whilst well meaning, illustrates so blatantly how patriarchy and sexism is still alive and well in the medical world (not that I didn’t know that already…)

    picture by Jacqueline Grimsley

    Secondly, it also illustrates how terribly wrong the focus of our society is when it comes to postnatal recovery, and it’s made even worse by the fact that this leaflet is about postnatal recovery following a cesarean birth, which means that the new mother needs to recover from both growing and birthing a new human, meet said new human needs 24/7, AND recover from major abdominal surgery all at the same time.

    Imagine for a minute : if a man was told he’d have to have a major op, and someone said “oh and you’ll have to have 24/7 responsibility to make sure this tiny, helpless infant is fed and happy”, I’m pretty sure most would reply in outrage “I can’t do that, I’ll be recovering from major abdominal surgery!”

    Now, I need to do a disclaimer here: I don’t live in  fairyland and I know that what’s described in the leaflet is likely to be a reality for most new mothers.

    I know that our country only gives partners 2 weeks leave after the birth of their baby (compare that to the 6 months they get in Norway!).

    I know that many families haven’t got support from local family, and that many cannot afford any other forms of support, including doula support.

    And I’ve been supporting families through the transition to parenthood for over 8 years now, and I am fully cognisant in the reality of new motherhood.

    However, IT DOESNT MEAN THAT THIS IS RIGHT.

    This leaflet epitomises everything I hate about our culture’s lack of focus on newborn mothers.

    It implies that the most important thing after the birth of their baby is to go back to doing household chores.

    It implies that they should “go back to normal” (whatever the fuck this normal is supposed to mean), ASAP after birth, prioritising chores over their own and their baby’s well being, because that’s what’s revered in our world.

    It completely ignores the real needs of a new mother (I’ve written about this here, here and here before)

    It ignores how fragile a new mother is, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

    How she needs tender, loving support.

    How she needs rest and good food and knowing that the chores are taken care of, at least for while, whilst she gets to know her new baby, establishes feeding, recuperates from growing and birthing her baby (or god forbid, multiple babies!), and has some time to make sense of her experience and her new sense of self and identity.

    It’s not rocket science.

    Women need a village around them.

    They need to be revered like the goddesses that they are.

    They do not need to be told when it’s time to start doing the fucking ironing.

     

  • The gentle warrior-how to support women through a broken maternity system

    The gentle warrior-how to support women through a broken maternity system

    During the first year I worked as a doula, I suffered massively burnout, and I had t learn to develop a new way to look after myself.

    One of the things I do, is try to always have some kind of bodywork treatment after each birth I support.

    I do this because supporting a woman through a pregnancy and birth takes a lot out of me, so it’s important to regenerate myself.

    I have a handful of favourite therapists who really get me, work on an energetic level, and know how to reset me after a birth (and best of all, we do skills swaps together!).

    I usually get some insight about what I was meant to learn from the birth during the treatment. I think the deeply relaxed state facilitates that.

    Recently as I was receiving such a treatment from wonderful osteopath Teddy, I had this huge insight about how difficult it is to do what I do as a doula.

    First I saw myself as a mother wolf protecting her cubs, growling fiercely.  This represents how I feel when supporting a women through birth.

    Then I saw some kind of enlightened being. I saw how important it is to stay in a state of love, something I know deep down is the right way to go, and which I have written about before here.

    Finally, I saw a tightrope walker. It symbolised the challenges of protecting my client whilst staying in a state of love.

    This struggle is very real for most of the doulas I know.

    I remember when I was a new doula, and I poured my heart out to my wonderful mentor Suzanne, after a very challenging birth, and Suzanne used this expression of being a gentle warrior.

    Very early on in my doula career I had to face these kind of choices, there is a particular story that happened, which I talk about in this post, that keeps reminding me of this.

    How do we stay kind, supportive and compassionate in a maternity system which lacks humanity (how on earth can birthing women form trusting relationships with people they have never met before?), and in the face of sometimes, harsh, unkind behaviour?

    I can think of several examples in my doula life.

    The time were an obstetrician walked into the room and proceeded to examine my client vaginally without introducing herself, treating my client like a piece of meat (I no longer let this happen, which means that I sometimes have to place myself between my client and the doctor in question, plaster a big smile on my face and say “Hello this is John and Sarah, and your name is?”).

    The time when an anaesthetist walked into the room, talked to my client mid contraction, and when she didn’t get an immediate reply, said “What’s wrong with her, she doesn’t speak English?”

    The time when a client who discharged herself against medical advice got told ” Well I hope you don’t get a stillbirth during the night”

    The countless times when fear, coercion and unkindness were used against my client in order to make her comply. I wish this was a rare occurrence but sadly it’s not (read this).

    How do we stay calm and compassionate in such a broken, dehumanised system? How do we defend our clients right to choose and feel supported in their choices? How do we hold space for all involved?

    And most importantly, how do we stay in a state of love?

    It is challenging because the answer is NOT to respond to the lack of humanity by behaving in the same way (however tempting it might be).

    And how do we navigate the unpredictability?

    Because, within our unfit for purpose, broken maternity system, I also witness incredible kindness and humanity, all within the same hospital.

    A few weeks ago I supported a woman through an elective caesarean. For medical reasons, the birth had to happen much earlier than term. Whilst my client was in theatre, the nurses in recovery were just incredible. Normally I find myself sitting alone in a room whilst waiting, sometimes even outside the unit. This time the nurses chatted to me, gave me coffee and biscuits, and kept me updated of the surgery process (I normally get very worried for my client if the caesarean takes longer than usual, which was the case here). Then, when the babies had been born and had to go to the neonatal unit, they took me to get changed into scrubs so I could support my client during the rest of the surgery whilst her partner was with the babies. Later on, they wheeled her, on her bed, to the neonatal unit so she could see her babies. And they even made sure that she would go to the antenatal ward instead of the postnatal one so she wouldn’t be surrounded by crying babies whilst her own was not there. I was touched and humbled by the kindness and humanity I saw.

    I can remember many other examples like this, and that this kind of behaviour mattered especially when the birth didn’t unfold as hoped, for example the anaesthetist who kneeled next to a woman who couldn’t have an epidural, to talk to her gently about what other options were available.

    Or the obstetrician who took the time to talk through the options, and to read my client’s caesarean birth preferences, when she ended up needing to go to theatre after a very long labour, and then let me accompany the couple in theatre for the birth.

    Recently, I was denied access to the local NICU whilst trying to support a client in tears, because it wasn’t visitor time. I had a difficult time holding it together not bursting into tears myself. I left the hospital feeling bereft and powerless, not knowing what to do with myself, and feeling sad and angry at a system which applies inflexible rules in the name of “safety” and leave no place for humanity.

    I am walking on my own tightrope because I feel angry at a maternity system that applies rules blindly and leave no space for women’s unique circumstances.

    I am listening to what’s happening inside myself and it’s not pretty.

    Yet I know, deep down, that anger isn’t the answer, that staying in these angry feelings doesn’t make change happen and only hurts me.

    I feel frustrated, and I feel like I’m failing to protect the women I support and I feel like I’m failing to change the system.

    I’ve been in the birth field for ten years now, and when I started, I thought in the time I would work I would see the system improve.

    It’s been the opposite. Lack of staff, lack of funding, means that women rarely see the same midwife more than once throughout their pregnancy and therefore fail to build trust with their caregivers. It’s not satisfying for midwives either.

    Women no longer have a named midwife they can call when they are worried, and I’ve seen a really worrying trend towards medical questions being directed at me instead.

    I’ve seen a general tightening of rules and women’s choices. Less access to homebirths, more inductions, more caesareans, and generally more interventions, increases which aren’t backed up by any solid evidence.

    Famous obstetrician Michel Odent one said “I used to say we’re at a crossroad, but now I believe we’re at the bottom of the abyss”

    I believe we have reached the bottom of the abyss and started to dig.

    As well as worrying that I’m failing my clients, I also feel somewhat responsible for my powerlessness to change the system for the better.

    I feel like I’m going at it the wrong way, and that I ought to do more, to fight more, and to do more campaigning or stuff like that.

    Only this is not what I am about (and this isn’t how change happens either-I take solace in this model about how ideas spread-through small groups of innovators and early adopters, not through the majority of the population, see here)

    And deep down, I know that the negative changes in the system aren’t my doing (or lack of doing).

    Coming back to the analogies I made at the beginning of this post, I believe the challenge of the gentle warrior is to harness the fierce energy of the mother wolf protecting her cubs, whilst staying in a state of gentleness, benevolence, and love. Yes, even towards those unkind, coercive professionals.

    In her book, “eat, pray doula“, midwife Robin Lim reminds us that some health care professionals have built a cage of ice around their hearts to protect themselves, and that our job is to try and gently melt it.  You can’t go at it with a pickaxe.

    It sounds corny, but it really is a case what Gandhi said: of “be the change you want to be in the world”

    Wayne Dyer compares us to an orange: what do we have inside, and what comes out when someone squeezes us? (you can read the whole story here )

     “Let’s assume that this orange isn’t an orange, but it’s you. And someone squeezes you, puts pressure on you, says something you don’t like, offends you. And out of you comes anger, hatred, bitterness, fear. Why? The answer, as our young friend has told us, is because that’s what’s inside.

    It’s one of the great lessons of life. What comes out when life squeezes you? When someone hurts or offends you? If anger, pain and fear come out of you, it’s because that’s what’s inside. It doesn’t matter who does the squeezing—your mother, your brother, your children, your boss, the government. If someone says something about you that you don’t like, what comes out of you is what’s inside. And what’s inside is up to you, it’s your choice.”

    So it starts with me, how I treat others, and how I treat myself. How I look after myself, and my immediate circle of family and friends.

    It’s about what I move towards, and not what I move away from.

    The reason it is a tightrope act is because it’s always a challenge not to fall off the rope and also to manage fierce protection whilst remaining kind at all times.

  • a male doula’s experience of closing the bones

    a male doula’s experience of closing the bones

    Please visit our sister website to read Dr Attila Jonas’s account of closing the bones

    Closing the bones : a male doula’s experience

  • Anger, shame and awe, a reflection on visiting a refugee camp in Dunkirk

    Anger, shame and awe, a reflection on visiting a refugee camp in Dunkirk

    I am just back from spending a day helping volunteers and women in a refugee camp near Dunkirk, in the North of France.

    I am in shock, and I am finding it hard to find the words to express the multiple layers of emotion this trip elicited.

    I started planning for this trip months ago, before the summer, by collecting as many cheap or donated baby carriers as I could. I knew women would find it easier and more comfortable to move around using slings to carry their babies rather than their arms or pushing buggies over bumpy ground.

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    The opportunity presented itself at the last minute, thanks to a client giving birth to her baby earlier than expected, and me being off call, allowing me to accompany my colleagues on the trip.

    I travelled with Maddie McMahon (and her teenage son Daniel), and Lindsey Middlemiss, who are both breastfeeding counsellors as well as doulas. Lindsey had already done quite a few trips to provide breastfeeding and infant feeding support to both women and volunteers.

    In a human crisis situation, such as this refugee camp, is it extremely important for women to breastfeed their babies, because it is nearly impossible in such conditions to prepare formula feeds  safely. So education on the matter is paramount (read this if you want to know more).

    I went with the hope of helping women carry their babies more comfortably. I am a babywearing consultant and trainer so this is something I am skilled in and was looking forward to helping with.

    I fully expected to see squalor and human misery, and to be upset by it, but I also hoped to see moments of grace, of human connection in the adversity. There weren’t any, really.

    Mostly, I feel anger, shame, and awe.

    Note: there aren’t any pictures of the refugees because volunteers asked us not to take any to protect their identity. Taking pictures was tricky anyway – the police accosted me whilst I was taking a picture and told me it was forbidden to take any (I wonder if this is to avoid the news of the bad state of the camp being publicised?), so we could only take them when no one was around.

    Carrying supplies to the women centre
    Carrying supplies to the women centre
    Lindsey, Daniel and Maddie
    Lindsey, Daniel and Maddie
    The children centre
    The children centre

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Anger

    I feel angry at seeing fellow human being treated like animals. In the La Liniere camp, based in Grande-Synthe, near Dunkirk, families of 2 adults and 3 kids live in tiny, 6 square foot non-insulated wooden huts (see pictures below). They have a small fuel heater inside, but it cannot be used all the time, and people are cold at night. The huts are made of thin wood which hasn’t been treated and is starting to show signs of rot. It is damp, it is cold. The camp has basic toilets and shower blocks (squat toilets with shower heads above them), but again those buildings aren’t heated. Going for a wee in them was uncomfortable enough as it was freezing. I can’t imagine having to undress completely to shower.

    the damp huts
    the damp huts
    muddy, wet ground
    muddy, wet ground
    more huts
    more huts

     

     

     

     

    The camp was built without any provision for food, community spaces, or anything else than those huts and toilet blocks. All the other buildings were all built by volunteers. The community spaces are very basic and again, unheated. I spent a day in the Women’s Center there (see pictures below) wearing lots of layers, a thick coat, hat and gloves, warm boots with wool socks, and I was still cold.

    Yes I know this camp is an improvement on the previous muddy camp with tents that was there before (see pictures here), but it still doesn’t feel like bearable living conditions, especially for young children and babies. At the time of our trip we were told they were 9 babies in the camp.

    Whilst I was there I saw the police arresting two men. Being French I could hear everything they said, and they were unkind for no reason. They were rough with the men they arrested, one of them made eye contact with me, and as I tried to convey compassion in my gaze, he said to me “I am not an animal”. The police and the camp guards’ body language I saw was superior and contemptuous.

    The French association managing the camp, Afeji, provides guards and cleans the sanitary blocks but that’s it.

    Everything else is in the hands of volunteers. Problem is, they are all very young (mostly in their early twenties, students on their gap year) and inexperienced. There is no NGO overseeing the whole camp, and they lack training, management and supervision. It was very obvious whilst I was there that there just aren’t enough volunteers to go around, and that they are mostly fire fighting because they aren’t enough experienced people managing or overseeing the whole operation. There is also a very high turnover of volunteers, so people learn to manage things their own way. This makes for a very chaotic place.

    Maddie in the women centre
    Maddie in the women centre

    There is nobody providing support or mentoring for these volunteers as they struggle to manage the constant demands put on them and the mild conflicts happening all the time. On the morning of our visit, there was no electricity in the Women’s Centre. This meant that women couldn’t access clothes (stored in a dark container) or charge their phones (the only source of electricity being in that building), which led to frayed tempers. Some of the volunteers were close to breaking point.

    There were lots of kids around, but not much for them to do. Some volunteers organised colouring and drawing, but there weren’t enough people to keep them occupied the whole time. They were eager to learn and some wrote series of numbers down, asking us to correct them. There is no official school at the camp.

    The whole place was bleak, damp and cold.

    I imagined myself trying to raise my children in these conditions and shuddered.

    The people I spoke to had mostly come from Kurdish Iraq, had been there for months desperately trying to cross over to the UK. They told of harrowing experiences trying to board lorries illegally at night, risking their lives, with their children (including drugging babies to keep them quiet).

    The women I saw and spoke to looked broken and sad, with dark circles under their eyes.

    They were none of the moments of grace, of human connection I had hoped to see in the middle of the pain.

    Shame

    I felt ashamed of my native country for treating people like this. I felt ashamed of my resident country for not doing anything about it either. I felt ashamed of being both a French citizen and a UK resident, I felt ashamed that almost all the volunteers were British – where were the French volunteers when this is happening on their doorstep?

    We took a trip to the local supermarket to purchase much needed milk and nappies for the Women’s Centre distribution centre. There I felt shocked at the contrast of luxury and warmth and people going about their week end shopping, oblivious to the crisis happening only a few miles away. There weren’t any collection boxes or anything like that at the supermarket. I couldn’t help but wonder if the local residents knew about this camp and just didn’t care, or if they simply didn’t know it was there.

    This was the first time I became so acutely aware of my privilege, and I felt ashamed of it too.

    When I finally came home in the evening, I felt ashamed of my nice warm house, which suddenly felt so luxurious and spacious compared to the conditions I had just experienced.

    The cooking area in the women centre
    The cooking area in the women centre

    Awe

    Despite the squalor and bad conditions, the small team of 30 or so volunteers manages to make do amongst the chaos and deliver hot meals to several hundred residents, twice a day, every day, as well as supplying essentials like clothes and toiletries. This is no small feat.

    The various camps around the area are receiving supplies from a huge warehouse called L’auberge des migrants, which receives donations of food and clothing etc and has a huge group of volunteers running the operation.

    All these people, who turn up and give their time and effort for cold and drudgery, for so little reward, is just amazing.

    Lindsey and a volunteer
    Lindsey and a volunteer

    So what did we achieve?

    We came to deliver breastfeeding support training and babywearing training but I could see from looking and talking to people that it was very likely that the volunteers we trained wouldn’t be there for long. They were very grateful for the learning though, as they had no idea that formula feeding was so unsafe in these circumstances.

    Maddie and Lindsey trained the volunteers in the importance of exclusive breastfeeding and safe formula feeding. Most of the mums there mixed fed, and the volunteers had no idea for instance, that powdered formula couldn’t be prepared safely on the camp due to the lack of proper water heating and sterilising facilities.

    I thought I would help the mothers wear their babies, and I did help a couple. Doing this I soon realised that with the language barrier, and with the cold and hurried atmosphere, there wouldn’t be time for the gentle and slow way I am accustomed to teach. It had to be very basic, and there was no time for my usual safety and ergonomics talk, and for the lovely gentle paced approach I am used to. It had to be sharp and straight to the point. The women I helped didn’t hang around.

    When I got slings out of my bag, many women just grabbed carriers and disappeared with them straight away, so I didn’t have a chance to help them use them appropriately.

    Getting ready to teach volunteers about slings
    Getting ready to teach volunteers about slings

    It also became very evident that the women there weren’t keen on the more comfy carriers I had, like Meitais, because they just didn’t know how to use them (neither did the volunteers), so they strongly preferred the high street type carriers that they recognised instead. It was a big lesson for me, because I am so used to steering away from these carriers. But here, given the circumstances, they might actually be a safer choice.

    I quickly realised it made more sense showing the volunteers how to help the women so I spent some time showing them how to use the donated carriers they had, and also how to make an emergency carrier using a scarf. The volunteers were delighted because they had all these donated carriers but didn’t know how to use them. Again it had to be very quick (because our session with the volunteers kept being interrupted by women and children needing something), so there was none of my usual lengthy explanations. It was a very useful learning experience for me in being “straight to the point”.

     

    What now?

    Mostly I am trying to raise awareness about the plight of the refugees in the camp and see how best I can help.

    I’m contacting French people to find out how much locals know about the camps and why there aren’t more French volunteers in the camps

    I’ve been in contact with French people trying to find local breastfeeding support.

    I’m going to keep on collecting baby carriers with a view to donating some more.

    Maddie suggested I make laminated picture tutorials for the volunteers. It makes more sense because unless I can translate all the carriers instructions manuals into the various languages spoken by the refugees, it isn’t going to help much. I will do this and ensure the documents find their way to the Women’s Centre.

     

    What can you do to help?

    First, please share this blog or Maddie’s one widely to help raise awareness.

    Second, please consider donating money- Lindsey has created an infant feeding team fundraising page

    Third, please consider going and volunteer to help at the camp- you can contact the women centre here

    Fourth, I will carry on collecting slings to send to them-if you have some you can send to me, I will gladly accept them.

    Thank you.