Wednesday, 23 November 2011

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

I've mentioned before that in the past few years my beliefs have been thrown up in the air. Now I seem to go around in circles getting myself all in a tangle trying to work out what I believe now, where I stand... Sometimes you feel things without ever putting those feelings into words, and it's hard to pin them down when you try. They may sound totally illogical but they are what you feel nonetheless. So however mad they may sound, they are still valid.


I'm a bit of a hippy at heart, I believed in natural birthing, in my bodies ability to be able to naturally deliver my child, I believe 100% in breastfeeding - the natural way all the way for me. I thought so many women ended up having caesarians because they were out of touch with nature, with their bodies, too brainwashed by modern society and removed from our natural instincts.



Then I ended up with an epidural, then a caesarian, then a partially bottle fed baby... argh! (if you want to know why, read here) My beliefs in tatters! I could feel my imaginary peers turning their backs on me - I say imaginary because I didn't actually know many mothers at this point, let alone any full on earth mother types. But now I feared that if I did meet any of "my kind" I would be judged and rejected...


And where did this leave my faith in Mother Nature? Had she abandoned me? Was I being tested? Had I done something wrong? I know Mother Nature can be cruel, but it's still hard to stomach the feeling that she doesn't care about you. So maybe I wasn't supposed to be a mother, that thought haunted me. Nothing seemed to come naturally, so perhaps I had bulldozed my way onto a road never intended for me, ignoring all the signs along the way.


All of these things I felt keenly at the time, but I never voiced them, never thought them through to figure out what I actually did believe. But oh it brought me down a peg or two!


Recently I came across a few blogs that talked about women having too high an expectation with regards to child birth (here and here, in case I need to re-read them in the future) and I agree wholeheartedly with this. I certainly put far too much pressure on myself to be perfect. Ok I didn't have a great pregnancy because I was still traumatised by a previous miscarriage, so I didn't obsess for hours over birthing dvds or books. In that sense I didn't have high expectations. But still, deep down inside I was looking forward to giving birth, to it being the most profound, miraculous experience of my life. Something I was designed to do. So long as I trusted my instincts it would be fine, beautiful, wonderful, magical even.


In reality it was frightening and rather traumatising. I didn't care for any of those things when it came down to it - I only cared that my baby came out alive. My experience didn't matter.


So did I defy Mother Nature by becoming a mother? Here's some food for thought garnered from these blogs. As a species we are gifted with intelligence, with large and complicated brains. If we were not intended to use our brains we would not have been given them. Just as if I was not intended to have a child then why did I get pregnant?


Think about it, if we had no choice but to give birth 100% naturally and did away with medical intervention, then how many mothers and babies would die? How many die in third world countries where they have no choice but to do it the “natural” way. We have intelligence so that we can build on what nature gives us, so when things do go wrong we have a safety net. That is if we are lucky enough to be born in certain parts of the world - how wrong is that? But I doubt even the most ardent fan of natural birthing would reject medical intervention to save the life of her child if it was necessary. It isn't all or nothing. Nature or science. But that doesn't mean you were wrong to believe in the miracle of birth in the first place, to be amazed at the ability of the female body to create and give birth to life. It also means you shouldn't feel like you've failed because you didn't manage to give birth naturally or breastfeed. What a ridiculous notion!


And no, it's isn't a choice between nature or science (in which I am classing the medical profession here) I found my hospital to have the utmost respect for the birthing experience. Providing private rooms with low lighting, promoting skin on skin contact immediately after birth and fully supporting breastfeeding. It was the hospital who drove home the message to trust in your body's ability to deliver the baby, that it would just "know" what to do. But they also have a more medicalized wing in case your birth became more complicated – the consultant led wing where I ended up. Because sometimes no amount of hypno birthing classes can save you from complications that can and do arise. My baby's cord was tangled and for me there was no option but the bright lights and noisy monitors of the consultant led wing, doctors coming in and out, constant supervision from the midwife – I opted for an epidural because laying still was unbearable, I couldn't move around or do what came naturally because we were being monitored so closely. The way I saw it I wasn’t going to get the birth I wanted, now it was time to do whatever it took to get us both through it. That is what became instinctual then. Mother nature didn't let me down, she equipped us with the intelligence to save both me and my son in this situation.


So yes, I can still hold onto my "beliefs" despite my experiences.


The question remains though, do I believe in some sort of Mother Earth, Goddess figure, or some kind of higher being? I've never committed myself to saying it before, but looking back over things I've written in this blog, things I genuinely felt, that certainly seems to be the case. Do I believe? Well yes. That is something I can't pin down in words, clearly define, explain logically. I just do. Do I believe she has a plan for us all individually? Despite all my talk about things being "intended" I don't think I actually do. Life is too random. Having said that I do believe there are energies in the universe that you can tap into, a certain flow to your life that if you go with it it can help you achieve your potential. But perhaps it improves your odds rather than guarantees anything, we can never control nature, it deserves our utmost respect and reverence.




Inner peace regained?


Thursday, 17 November 2011

For the love of blogs


I've never been a fan of magazines, I'm not especially fussed about celebrity gossip, I've never earned enough money to be high maintenance so what do I care about the latest beauty products? I like rock music, jazz, folk and cabaret, so what do I care about the latest mainstream pop act? Nope, magazines just leave me dissatisfied - not to mention wanting things I can't afford, or thinking I need things I really don't need. In general magazines seem to encourage us not to think, to toe the line and keep consuming like a good citizen. But I don't need to be told what to like, what to wear, what's hot and what's not, fuck off!

So thank God for blogs!

I'm such a newcomer to this, I started writing just to get things off my chest but the last few weeks reading blogs has become my passion. I read those of people who are like me, people who are nothing like me, people I'd like to be like... and they make me think for myself, they make me feel, they inspire me, wake me up. Instead of feeling dissatisfied with my lot in life they make me want to celebrate what I have and strive to be more. Rather than muffling my voice, I feel they're helping me find my own voice, helping me realise both who I am and who I want to be.

I suddenly want to paint more, make things, write... I want my house decorated with hand made things, either by myself or by others who have put soul into their work, I don't want mass produced, I want to support people who are following their passions and not societies expectations. My head is buzzing suddenly with ideas and opinions, far too many to express here, but my own voice is getting louder by the day.

So thank you, thank you dear bloggers of this world.

p.s. I should say I do enjoy a little mindless pap from time to time, sometimes it is good to switch off and not think - but sometimes, not all the time.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Autumn 2011

As Autumn turns to Winter, as the final leaves fall to the ground, here's a brief trip through the season in pictures. ..

My little boy Taters (as he shall now be known here) turned one and for a present I painted him this picture. It's the first thing I'd painted in 20 years and I don't think it turned out too badly really. I kept things nice and simple since I was extremely rusty, but hopefully it's something he can treasure...


We've had beautiful walks through the woods on amazingly mild days (personally I kind of missed the crisp autumn air and having to wrap up against the cold, but hey ho, mustn't complain!)








I hosted a Samhain Feast for friends on Halloween and actually managed to cook a half decent meal. We lit candles for relatives we have lost, and wrote in gold pen on autumn leaves something we'd like to let go of, then burned the leaves outside.

A few years ago, just after I'd lost the baby, we called round to a neighbours house on Halloween and they were hosting a party for grown ups and children alike. While the kids played the adults drank wine and chatted and all enjoyed a wonderful looking feast. It was a vision of my future as I wanted it to be, with children and friends and much warmth and laughter. And now I'm finally here I don't want to waste a single moment or opportunity to celebrate life. We had a lovely evening, my house was filled with laughter and merriment, just like a feast should be! And it will only get better when Taters is old enough to join in the fun.

Our pumpkin...




Next year I want to fill the yard with as many pumpkins as possible. I loved seeing all the pumpkins in people's windows as I walked around the streets!

Taters loved the community bonfire a few days later. We took him last year when he was only a few weeks old and it was one of my first trips out of the house after the cesarean. At the time we were completely shell shocked and overwhelmed at being new parents, wandering around in a haze of sleep deprivation feeling totally incompetent as parents and sure it was obvious to anyone observing us that we didn't have a clue what we were doing! It's hard to believe that was only a year ago, it's feels more like five.


This year we met neighbours we haven't spoken to before, chatted with the ones we knew. It felt great to be part of a community and I love living around here because of that.







Pirate parties, Samhain feasts, little children "trick or treating", bonfires and fireworks, autumn leaves in all their glorious colours. This is by far the best time of year. And it's finally getting cold too :)