The Birth Story of Ember Rose -- 12/03/13

It's about time! 

December 3rd, 2013 at 12:18am, my beautiful daughter Ember was born! She weighs 8lbs and 14 ounces and is 24 inches long! She is such a big girl! AND -- she was born at her grandparent's house, in my husband's old bedroom!

This labor was much longer and many times more painful than Rowan's birth. I was in labor for two whole days.

Sunday evening at around 5:00pm, I started having moderately strong, sort of regular contractions. A few would be ten minutes apart, then a few would be five...and then they would jump up to fifteen minutes apart. The pain of the contractions wasn't even that bad...but there was this inexplicable pain at the bottom of my uterus that I just couldn't explain. It was a sharp, stabbing pain that didn't let up and didn't allow me to rest.

My midwife stopped by to assess the situation...and we really couldn't figure out a reason for the pain. After several hours, she went home, since I was only two centimeters dilated. Not long after she left, the sharp pain got even sharper and much more intense. 

Unable to figure out what was going on, we decided to go into the hospital to get it checked out.

Everyone in the hospital was really quite nice. They checked me (I was at four by this time) and did an ultrasound. Everything looked quite normal and they couldn't see any reason for the pain. 

Then the attending came in to the room.

He started throwing around demeaning phrases like 

"So...you want to be in pain?"
"Pregnancy is inherantly dangerous."
"The only time your baby is safe is in the hospital nursery."
"You think you're built for this?"
"You want to do this naturally? A broken bone is natural..."

He asked me what I wanted the hospital to do for me. I said I just wanted to get checked out to make sure this extra pain accompanying my normal labor pains wasn't anything "wrong". And then I wanted to go home.

"Well, we don't know if anything is wrong. We won't know unless you have the baby here, in the hospital."

I told him that since all the tests came back fine that I would just go back home. I did want one more internal exam to make sure I didn't dilate to something crazy like 7 or 8 before we took the drive. I didn't want the baby to be born on the side of the road. I asked him if the doctor that gave me the exam before could do it one more time.

"I don't think we need to complicate things with another exam. If you want us to help you, we can do that but if not..." He trailed off.

My husband stood up, "So, unless she stays she can't have another exam? You're holding an exam over my wife's head?"

My good friend who was there with my husband, midwife and I was so enraged she offered to go get the other doctor herself.

After some more back and forth, I said "forget it" and unhooked myself from the machines. We would sign the papers and go home.

After he left, nurses came in and apologized for this rude doctor. They got the other, kinder female doctor to check me. There was no change so we signed the "leaving against medical advice" papers and got out of there.

So, we got back home around 5:00 am. I was able to sleep on and off again until 8:00am. All day long, my contractions were very irregular, accompanied by the unexplained sharp pain. I could not relax.

We tried everything -- walking, in the tub, out of the tub...nothing got things going. After many hours I progressed to five and then after many more hours I got to six. The sun was going down for a second time and I was getting really, really tired.

Even though I was progressing, we still weren't 100% sure this was true labor because I wasn't showing the emotional signposts of labor.

Finally, we had to make a decision -- to either try to stick this out or go in for pitocin and an epidural. I was pretty much on the verge of begging to go in.

We came to a happy medium -- we would go to my husband's parent's house, which was half way to the hospital and see if a change of scenery would help. We called ahead and they situated the upstairs for us, which consists of two bedrooms and a bathroom. 

When we got there, I walked and walked around the downstairs, going to hands and knees or clinging to furniture during contractions. They were really, really strong...but I was so tired I could barely stand it. I still was chatty inbetween contractions...thankfully they were establishing a pattern and getting closer together. 

By this point, I could barely keep my eyes open! I went upstairs to lie down...time got weird by this point. I really can't remember a whole lot of what happened next besides pain and wanting it to be over. 

My midwife checked me again. I was at nine and could be stretched to ten. I couldn't believe it. 

But I had no urge to push, I was way too tired. 

My husband got in my face and really made me snap to it. A mirror in place helped me focus...somehow I suddenly remembered -- I was having a baby!

A few pushes later Ember was born! She was caught by my mother in law in my husband's old bedroom. I was so tired that I didn't think to check the gender. My midwife asked my husband to look and see.

He did the funniest thing: he lifted her leg up, much like you would a puppy or a kitten, to check! 

"Its a girl!"

My whole pregnancy I just knew it would be a girl. And boy, was she huge! Two whole pounds larger than Rowan at birth.

After the newborn exam everything was really easy...we got all cleaned up, ate, called a few people, then went to sleep! :)

*Edit: We did eventually find out the cause of all that extra pain! Ember's hand, elbow, and shoulder were all pushed across her face, pressing against me rather hard.

Parents Need Training Too!

Being eight months pregnant in tents is hard.

But, having a small tribe of other people to assist is very helpful. :)

As you know, Sukkot is going on right now. We're camping with my husband's family in their side pasture. Boy, am I glad we didn't go to a national park...because with the government shut-down, we probably would have been asked to leave.

Praise Yahuah...seriously.

This will be my second pregnant Sukkot. The time before last I as pregnant with my firstborn son. Now I'm pregnant with my second child and let me just say, it's easier to take care of them when they are in your belly!

It's been a great learning experience though. I've had my own training on child training, thanks to my wonderful, dearly beloved mother in law. I feel really sorry for those who aren't on good/wonderful terms with their mother-in-laws...women really miss out on having an amazing friend/mentor. But then again, mine is really a cut above the rest. ^_^

I wasn't raised like my husband. He comes from a Scriptually-structured family. Mealtimes, loving discipline, mutual respect, firm hands and soft voices. When I married him, I realized that this lifestyle, which I craved, would become my own and I would have to learn to mirror it.

Bad habits are hard to break.

Parents Need Training Too:

I have a tendency to let things go instead of addressing it immediately. Inconsistency is the enemy of order in the home. So, when my toddler, whom I have been training since he was six months, disobeys me over something, I turn the other way more often than I'd like to say.

A lot of times, I am scared to spank because I am afraid of spanking for the wrong thing.

So, here are a few guidelines I have learned while here at Sukkot, under my family's tutelage.

1. Discipline is for rebellion only.

2. Never discipline when angry or frustrated.

3. Do no harm.

4. Only use the Scriptural rod. (Hands are for loving. Never use belts or other "spanking" implements. Stop and get the rod.)

5. Never threaten. (Or count to three or wait until you've given a direction multiple times to discipline. Give the direction and if they do not obey immediately, that is rebellion.) 

6.  Love. Love. Love. (Discipline isn't about beating them into submission. Its about getting their attention in a way that they understand to put weight behind you words. After the conflict has been resolved, set them in your lap and give lots of hugs and loving. Let them know that you love them very much and that you are happy that they obeyed you. The experience needs to be POSITIVE. You both need to come away from the situation in peace, love, and mutual respect.)

 7. Redirect Whining. (Whining is not rebellion and does not need discipline. He needs to be taught in words he can understand how to say things the right way. Today, my toddler just woke up from a nap. He was falling apart all over the place and was whining about everything. My mother-in-law showed me how to redirect. She scooped him up happily and took him onto the front porch to show him some baby chicks and a frog named "Fern". Her happy attitude, change of scenery, and telling him 'Nothing is wrong. You're just fine. Let's go see the animals" showed him that everything WAS fine.)

8. Apologize When You're Wrong. (This is a key part of having respect for your children. They have just as much right to receive an apology for wrong doing as you do. If you have lost your temper or misunderstood an action, say, "Son, I'm very sorry for raising my voice at you. That was wrong of me. Please forgive me.")

These are ALL things that I truly never knew, my entire life. And most people don't!

Consistancy is key. When you stay on top of a toddler's discipline, the problems parents are having with their children at ages 3 - 5 have been stopped at age two! I'm correcting a lot of things that I've let go, bad habits I've allowed to form.

I've been at this for three days now, staying on top of things instead of letting them go. I've learned a lot. Sukkot lasts four more days...I will post an update before I go home *to no internet lol* on how things are progressing!

Remember: as a mother, it is your job to train up your child. This does not mean getting out the handy belt or kitchen spoon once you're 'fed up' with them for 'being brats'. 

Your children turn out the way you train them. 

Baruch habba b'shem Yahuah and Happy Sukkot! 

Sukkot: A Shadow of Things to Come

It's finally here: Sukkot 2013!

My son is a running, racing toddler and will enjoy the fun and festivities fully this year. Last year he was only crawling, so it was a real challenge to enjoy the Feast and keep up with him at the same time. 

It is a really sad thing that the Church doesn't celebrate these wonderful feast days, even though they were created by our Heavenly Father. 

Daniel speaks of this future changing of the Law and the Feast Days: 

(Dan 7:24)  ‘And the ten horns are ten sovereigns from this reign. They shall rise, and another shall rise after them, and it is different from the first ones, and it humbles three sovereigns,

(Dan 7:25)  and it speaks words against the Most High, and it wears out the set-apart ones of the Most High, and it intends to change appointed times and law, and they are given into its hand for a time and times and half a time. 

Zechariah mentions the Festival of Booths (Sukkot) being performed in the New Yerushalayim in the end times as well:
 
(Zec 14:16)  And it shall be that all who are left from all the gentiles which came up against Yerushalayim, shall go up from year to year to bow themselves to the Sovereign, יהוה of hosts, and to observe the Festival of Booths.
(Zec 14:17)  And it shall be, that if anyone of the clans of the earth does not come up to Yerushalayim to bow himself to the Sovereign, יהוה of hosts, on them there is to be no rain.
(Zec 14:18)  And if the clan of Mitsrayim does not come up and enter in, then there is no rain. On them is the plague with which יהוה plagues the gentiles who do not come up to observe the Festival of Booths.
(Zec 14:19)  This is the punishment of Mitsrayim and the punishment of all the gentiles that do not come up to observe the Festival of Booths. 

Paul also speaks of the Feast Days:

Colossians 2:16-17 – “Let no man therefore judge you in meat, or in drink, or in respect of an feast day or the New Moon, or of the Sabbath Days; which are a Shadow of things to come." …

They really are a shadow of things to come. 

Sukkot represents the Messiah coming to dwell/tabernacle with us during His 1,000 year reign on this Earth, rulling from the New Yerushalayim. It is a shadow of things to come.

Every Prophet, except for one, writes in extensive detail about the 1,000 year reign of the Messiah, whom they call a Prince. They give the dimensions of the New Yerushalayim:

“And behold, there was a wall on the outside of the temple all around, and in the man’s hand was a measuring rod of six cubits, each of which was a cubit and a handbreadth. So he measured the thickness of the wall, one rod; and the height, one rod.” [Ezekiel 40:5] – this continues through to chapter 42:20.

“The city is laid out as a square, and its length is as great as the width; and he measured the city with the rod, fifteen hundred miles; its length and width and height are equal. And he measured its wall, seventy-two yards, according to human measurements, which are also angelic measurements.” [Revelation 21:16-17]

It is sad, that even though time and time again, Believers are told throughout Scripture to observe these Feast Days, as they directly correlate to the Second Coming of the Messiah. 

THEY ARE ABOUT HIM! ...so why aren't you observing them? Why will you continue to cling to pagan festivals such as Easter, Halloween, and Christmas? Aren't we told "learn not the ways of the heathen"?

There will be a punishment for those not obeying. For the "virgin brides" not being prepared, not having "oil for their lamps" when the "Bridegroom" comes...they will be left out of the wedding feast.

Let's get far away from these "guys in ties telling lies" and get back to the Word. Read it all the way through, without any commentary or anyone whispering in your ear...be prepared.

Behold, The Bridegroom Cometh. Are you ready? 

Counting the Days: Baby #2

I have 62 days left until the birth of my second child.

It's a little daunting.

I keep asking myself, "how am I going to manage two?"

Once I've panicked a little, a softer voice in the back of my mind reminds me of some things:

I have done this before. I can birth a baby without pain medication. I can breastfeed my baby. I know how to do it, so it won't be this learning experience all over again. I know how to take care of children, in sickness and in health.

I have stayed on top of my oldest's discipline and training, so I have the advantage of him being able obey. I feel really sorry for women who are chasing down their toddler who is screaming and running away from them with another baby in their arms. I am really thankful that 'Son, come to mama' is enough and that I don't have to raise my voice or sound nasty to get my child to listen.

R-e-s-p-e-c-t...it goes both ways. 


Sometimes I worry about the mild case of postpartum depression I went through (it lasted three months) and I wonder if it will return this time around.

But then that voice reminds me, yet again:

I've done this before. Last time was harder -- there were job stresses and now you're in a comfortable position. You had NO idea how to keep a house last time and now you know what you're doing. You actually know how to use a baby wrap/carrier this time...that is going to be extremely valuable when you're getting housework done/spending time with Little Loo.

And you know that you can loose all the baby weight...because you've done it. Face it, you're one hot mama.

So, deep down, I really do know what I'm doing, I guess it's just fear of the unknown. 

Hopefully, I will deliver this child in the safety of my own home. I know labor isn't going to last 31 hours like last time. I know what contractions feel like and I know that they are nothing to be afraid of...because really, pain is useful and makes us wiser, as long as we don't turn it into a "suffering" mindset.

I can't wait to immerse myself in birth, to just completely give in this time and let my body do it's thing. I can't wait to greet my son or daughter with open arms...at home, with my family.

The Circumcision Decision for Torah-Keepers

Here's a question I'm asked a lot: how do you feel about circumcision?

Sometimes its hard to have a straight answer.

The facts about routine infant circumcision are spot on:

1. The foreskin is the protective covering of a man's penis that acts as a barrier between it and the world. Yahuah created it and it has a purpose and function.

2. The foreskin, just like a vagina, has creases and folds that need to be washed -- not cut off, to prevent disease and infection. 

3. In routine hospital circumcision, your baby boy will be strapped down to a cold, metal surface, without any comfort, and a metal instrument will be inserted under the foreskin to cut it off.

4. There is NO medical reason for routine infant circumcision. HIV/AIDS can NOT be prevented with circumcision. Only the use of a condom/safe sexual practices/sex within marriage can do that.

5. The foreskin creates natural lubrication that makes sex pleasurable. A lot of women with fully circumcised husbands have to use alternative methods of lubrication so that sex is not PAINFUL for them. Women with intact/loosely circumcised husbands do not have this problem.

With this in mind, what do those of us who have a heart for the Father's Law do?

I was not going to take my son in to just any doctor and have them strap my newborn to a cold metal table and remove the foreskin that Yah gave him.

But we still circumcised. 

We were able to look up a Messianic Surgeon who was willing to do a Scriptural Circumcision.

Back in Abraham's time, do you think that all the Israelite men lined up outside of a hospital to have their entire foreskin removed? NO. In fact (and this is NOT, NOT, NOT what we did) he used a sharp rock.

Historically, before the Pharisees got involved,  the foreskin was just pulled up, the very tip was tied off, allowed to drain of blood, and then the tiniest sliver of skin (think hangnail sized) was cut off. 

Done. No strapping the baby down, no surgical removal of the foreskin. 

A nurse and I held my son while the "procedure" was preformed.

Unfortunately -- we didn't know at the time that you didn't have to separate the foreskin too. And that was the part that truly hurt my son...I will never, ever do that again and my heart hurts when I think about that mistake. We later realized that we could have asked for him to leave the foreskin attached and that it would have separated by itself when he reached puberty, if not before. There is NO reason to separate the foreskin.

Circumcised this way, my son still has the protective covering of his foreskin. As he gets older, I will have to teach him how to clean it. That is my responsibility as a parent.

So...what if you aren't a Torah Keeper? Honestly, I can't tell you what to do. I certainly will not tell you to go to the hospital and have them routinely circumcise your child. I also can not tell you to have a Scriptural circ either because it means nothing to you. 

That's a choice you would have to make.

Paul has a lot to say on circumcision. Galatians 5:1 - 11 is often used to preach against circumcision. 

He says that even if you are circumcised, the Messiah is no profit to you.

And you know what -- he's right. Because circumcision does not 'save' you. Think of ALL of the people in the world that are circumcised -- are their hearts circumcised as well? Do they follow the Law of the Father? Do they have a heart for Yahushua the Messiah? Most likely not!

If a man does not have to be circumcised to love the Messiah. A man does not have to be circumcised to learn Torah. He DOES have to be circumcised to be in the Covenant. 

Galatians 6:11 - 16 Paul says  For 'neither circumcision counts for anything, nor uncircumcision, but a new creation.' And he is right! You can be circumcised all you want and that doesn't make you a Believer. That does not make you a new creation. 

On that note -- please, please, do not put your baby boys through ROUTINE infant hospital circumcision.

For Believers -- locate a surgeon who is willing to keep to Scripture and only remove what is necessary  Keep that foreskin!

Fox in the Hen House

The fox that has been tormenting my hens is finally dead. 

I didn't get the killing shot in, my husband did...but it's still an interesting story, especially considering that I've always wondered if I'd have the guts to fire a gun in defense of my poultry if the need had ever arisen.

I was walking by the bedroom window folding laundry on Preparation Day last week when I saw him -- this mangy, old, disgusting red fox, pinning down my favorite hen (the one I call "Mama Bird"), pulling out her feathers and eating her alive.

I was so mad...but so scared -- my husband wasn't around, my neighbors weren't at home, so I had to be the one to deal with the problem.

I set my 1 1/2 year old son down on the couch and turned on 'Peter Pan' while I went to go get my gun. Unfortunately, as I retrieved it I realized it was out of ammo, so I had to go to the only other one I was any good with, the pump action shotgun. 

The thing I don't like about this gun is that, unlike mine, it has a pretty heavy kickback. I always get a pretty bad headache after firing a couple of rounds. The thing I do like about it is that since it is a shotgun, its pretty much 'point and shoot'. Hard to miss, especially within a couple of feet.

It was already loaded so I grabbed my ear protection (in this respect, I am a total wimp) and sneaked out the side door.

The fox saw me just as I got to the chicken run. He tried to take a couple of more bites, which allowed me to get close -- the muzzle of the gun could have touched him if I got any closer.

I braced and fired -- BUT THE SAFETY WAS ON! No, no, a million times no! How could I forget to turn the safety off?

The fox took that chance to scurry over the side of the chicken wire and make a run for it. 

I still couldn't turn the safety off.

After finally figuring it out (its a small button on the side, a lot less conspicuous than the safety on my gun), located the fox (who was making a break for the trees).

Crouch. Aim. Fire. Instant remembering of how much I hate firing this gun...the kickback is murder on my shoulder. I hit ground near the tree, and not the fox. He got away.

My hen seemed okay for the moment -- maybe scared. There was no blood so I assumed she was fine.

I went inside, checked on my son. He was still right where I left him.

So, I sat by the window and waited. After about 45 minutes, he came back.

Outside, I managed to sneak up closer...crouch, aim...and off he ran. Sneaky little guy.

Scott pulled up just then, home early from work. He fired a shot into the treeline to scare the fox away. He notified me we had a Mary Kay party to go to that night. 

So, my husband sat by the window and kept watch while I got cleaned up to leave. I had a sinking feeling though that something bad would happen while I was gone. I knew we would be home late...

We left, had fun at the party, but on our way home we got a call from our neighbor's daughter, letting us know that the fox was in the chicken run. He was eating another chicken. 

Ooh, was I mad. That special kind of pregnant mad too.

When we got to the driveway (which is really long), I turned the headlights off and inched towards the house, parking in front of the front door and turned off the car. 

It was storming, pitch black except for the lightening. Scott got his flashlight from his truck, went inside for the shotgun, and sneaked up on the fox.

I covered my son's ears (we were still sitting in the car -- I had inched up to park in the carport so I could get a closer look). Shot one. Shot two. Scott ran inside to get another gun that was fully loaded. Shot three.

The fox was dead. But so was my chicken. After putting my son to bed, my husband and I put  on some gloves and took the bodies far into the woods to dispose of them.

Unfortunately, the next day, Mama Bird wasn't doing so good. Her air sacks were distended from her body and I knew she was about to die.

I cried a whole lot when my husband put her down and I disposed of the carcass. I still get sad thinking about it. I can slit a chicken's throat for food...but two chickens dead by fox attack...sheer waste. 

So, I am down to two chickens -- a buff orpington and a barred rocks. 

Soon, I will be buying some more laying hens (none of mine are laying anymore). I can't help but be proud of my husband for getting that fox (in the pouring rain)...but it is still upsetting to think that those poor birds died unnecessarily. 

I guess that's farm life. 

"Created To Be His Help Meet" - My Thoughts

My best friend, Jocelyn, sent me a copy of "Created To Be His Help Meet" by Debi Pearl.

Wow. 

I feel like an older woman sat me down and went through each one of the scriptures pertaining to women/wives and showed me exactly what I was doing incorrectly in my marriage. 

Not like my husband and I have any real problems, but small, little things, like nagging, being manipulative, even in a passive way...you are truly practicing for divorce!

The book teaches principals like being obedient to your husband and reverencing him.

This freaks a lot of women out. Obeying a man? Showing him reverence and respect? No matter what? Doesn't that relinquish a lot of control?

Yes. Yes it does.

This principal has truly opened my eyes. For example:

When my husband and I discuss something, and I express my view on the matter, when he says, "I understand what you're trying to say but I feel like this is the way this needs to happen" ...then accept his authority on the matter and submit. Joyfully.

No sulking. No "nose stuck up in the air" attitude. No riding him to change his mind. 

Simple acceptance.

Because, isn't our marriage supposed to mirror the Messiah and the Assembly?

Since when does the Messiah submit to us and our whims? Never.

BUT -- He does honor our requests and fulfills our needs as He sees fit. Because he loves us.

The same goes for my husband and I. Because I trust, obey, reverence, delight in him, he will, in turn, love and cherish me. He will not be bitter to me and he will do anything he can for me, when he feels like it is the right thing to do and when its in his power.

I don't have to wait around on my husband to do as I say, or submit to my will before I will obey him. That's not what I'm commanded to do. 

My husband is my headship. The Messiah is his headship. And Yahuah is His headship.

There is a hierarchy. Yes, Ephesians does say to "submit to each other in reverence to the Messiah." And that is true! But, that does NOT negate that we, the wives, are supposed to obey, submit ourselves to, and reverence our husbands.

That, in turn, means that they must love and not be bitter towards us!

I read a few "feminist" reviews on this book and I laughed a whole lot. I can see that they are so afraid to obey the man in their lives. Whey can't they trust the Father to lead the husband?

It is not our job to change him. What an amazing concept!

I found this book to be a wonderful tool and in the few days after reading it, I have already seen a change in my life and attitude. My husband is very, very happy. 

I am happy to say that I understand that my high calling of wife and mother IS truly the highest calling. Being a help meet is a wonderful thing. :)

How the Sabbath was "Changed" to Sunday

When was the Sabbath changed to Sunday?

Can you find that change anywhere in Scripture? How about history?

Daniel spoke of this change: 

Daniel 7:25, "And he shall speak great words against the most High, and shall wear out the saints of the most High, and think to change times and laws: and they shall be given into his hand until a time and times and the dividing of time."

First off, lets read what Yah says about HIS Sabbath:

Exodus 31:13 Speak you also unto the children of Israel, saying, Verily my Sabbaths you shall keep: for it is a sign between me and you throughout your generations; that you may know that I am YAHUAH your ELOHIM that does set you apart.

The Sabbath. Is a sign. Between HIM and YOU. So that YOU MAY KNOW. That HE is YOUR ELOHIM. ...get that?

You can follow ALL the other commandments and be of any other belief system. But the Sabbath is HIS sign.

Following?

Leviticus 23:3 Six days shall work be done: but the seventh day is the Sabbath [seventh day] of rest, a set-apart convocation; you shall do no work therein: it is the Sabbath of YAHUAH in all your dwellings.

Now, what about the New Testament? 

WHERE do we find the change? Does it say ANYWHERE, point blank, "The Sabbath has been changed to Sunday"?

No sir.

There are only EIGHT verses in Scripture that point to the 1st day. The ones that are pointed to for Sun-Day worship are:


1 Corinthians 16:1-2

16:1 Now concerning the collection for the saints: as I directed the churches of Galatia, so you also are to do. On the first day of every week, each of you is to put something aside and store it up, as he may prosper, so that there will be no collecting when I come.

Does THIS do away with the Saturday Sabbath? Can't see how. Next.

Acts 20:7 -8

And on the first day of the week, when we were gathered together to break bread, Paul began talking to them, intending to depart the next day, and he prolonged his message until midnight. And there were many lamps in the upper room where we were gathered together.

Scripturally, a day begins and ends at sundown. The sun had just gone down. There were LAMPS in the upper rooms. It was dark. They were simply EATING after the Sabbath. It was the 1st Day...because it was night time! AND he was going to depart "the next day". He wasn't going to go to church in the morning. He was going to travel to his next destination. 

This doesn't do away with the Sabbath. 

Our Messiah was constantly attacked about Sabbath keeping. They said he was breaking the Sabbath. Messiah NEVER broke the Sabbath according to YAH's laws...only by the laws that the PHARISEES made up themselves. 

Now...lets look at HISTORICAL PROOF for the change from Saturday to Sunday.

Every why it's called Sunday? Lets look at ancient Sun-Worship in Rome!

The video explains in full. It's only 5 minutes long.

After watching this, I have no idea how anyone can be convinced that our FATHER'S SABBATH DAY that HE SET APART is not to be followed. Are we going to continue to cherry pick which of the 10 Commandments we follow? 

Discovering the Difference Between Birthing Experiences

I just wanted to post something really quickly about enjoying childbirth.

I love giving birth. I love labor.

I have told this to people and I've gotten all sorts of looks. And it made me wonder, "Why is that?"

But then I realized that my experience is TOTALLY different from most women today.

Here are some differences:

Me: I was surrounded by people who loved me and who encouraged me through labor.

Them: I was either alone or with a doctor.

Me: I could eat and drink as much as I wanted.

Them: I couldn't eat/drink anything -- was hooked up to an IV.

Me: I was in the comfort of my own home, able to move around as I wanted. I could lie in my bed, sit on a birth ball, walk around outside, get on my hands and knees, squat, kneel on the couch, etc.

Them: I was on my back. For hours.

Me: I got in and out of the shower/birth tub. As soon as I hit the water, I was relaxed.

Them: There was no option to be in water.

Me: I took 9 months to teach myself relaxation techniques including changing position, vocalization, chanting, and imagery.

Them: Medication was my only means for relaxation.

Me: We got to listen to the baby intermittently with a fetoscope/doppler, so I wasn't strapped down.

Them:  I was strapped to my bed with a monitor on my belly at all times.

Me: I could use the bathroom whenever I wanted.

Them: I had a catheter. 

Me: I could speed up labor by kissing my husband!

Them: ....what?

Me: I could sway, dance, rock on a ball to help me be in tune with the power of my contractions or "surges". It felt like a super powerful wave that I just had to ride and be one with. And then when it was over it was over.

Them: It was super painful because I couldn't move and wasn't encouraged to be "one" with my contractions.

Me: My midwife was so supportive, was always with me, and said amazing affirmations like, "It can't be any bigger than you because it IS you."

Them: My doctor arrived at the very end of labor and didn't' offer any loving support.

Me: My birthing environment was dimly lit with soft voices and music.

Them: My hospital room was bright and noisy, with strangers coming and going all the time.

I can see now exactly WHY so many women don't own their birthing experience -- I wouldn't want to talk about the experience they had either, if it were me!

I also understand that the end prize is your baby, but the WAY you labor and the WAY you birth truly defines the relationship you have with that child.

You can enjoy birth. YES -- it CAN be painful, but the pain is just you.

Are you afraid of yourself? 

The Birth of Rowan Scott Sloan

The Birth of Rowan Scott Sloan – November 17^th, 2011 – 10:49 pm

(I thought I would share the birth story of my son. I wrote this days after Rowan was born.)

Early labor began in the evening when my contractions started feeling closer together and quite regular – ten minutes apart. I tried not to get excited since I was over at my husband’s parent’s house for dinner that night, but since I had some bloody show that morning and some throughout the day, I just had a feeling that this was it.

We left their house around 8:00 at night. I called my midwife, Christine, and let her know what was going on. She advised me to eat, drink and then sleep – I’d need my rest. 

And boy, she wasn't kidding. 

So we got home and I really tried to go to sleep. Eventually, I really needed some support, so she sent her apprentice Betsy to my home to help me out. These contractions were like nothing I’d ever experienced before, starting quite low and pulling up.

After several hours later, Christine arrived. We tried a few different positions to manage the pain and then a few more to really get labor going. By this point my back was killing me, so we did a robozo technique to re-align the baby within my pelvis. It felt like his head was turned at an odd position and this really did the trick.

Night turned into day and labor still seemed to be going slowly. I was at 5 centimeters (I think) and labor had no real defined pattern, even after 24 hours. This really discouraged me. Even further discouraging was the fact that even when I got into the birth tub labor slowed down further, but really did take the edge off of the contractions.

The day began to wear on and I was getting tired fast. I was so close…surely the baby would arrive by sundown. But as the day began to end, there was only more and more pain. I was at 7 centimeters and still nothing – until my water broke. Christine suggested that if nothing happened and I didn't progress by 8:00 pm that we should transport to the hospital for some pitocin and an epidural. My husband and I discussed this and finally came to the conclusion that this was the best idea.

And this was when the hard part began. 

(In retrospect, I had no idea that I was in transition at this point, the shortest and hardest part of labor. Everything up to this point I could handle. In reality, if I hadn't have been so scared to go to the hospital and just RELAXED, the pain would have eased up considerably.)

Not only was I completely upset by the idea of not giving birth at home, I was in the most pain I had ever experienced in my life. While everyone around me rushed to get things together to take to the hospital, I writhed around in the birthing tub, completely unable to relax during or in between contractions. Jenifer, another friend who had come to help with support, pet my head and my back while I cried and screamed for it to be over.  I couldn't imagine going on any longer. In retrospect, this was when transition began – the hardest but shortest part of labor.

We finally loaded up into the car. Scott was driving, Betsy was in the passenger seat, and I lay in the back seat bundled up in blankets, holding a pillow. I tried singing up and down the scales to calm my nerves, but every time a contraction would begin, I would feel this insurmountable urge to force all of my energy down towards my bottom and vocalize deeply. Trying to hold this back was impossible.

We went down the interstate, finally reaching downtown in about 45 minutes. As we arrived at the hospital, Betsy helped me into a wheelchair and we let Scott, my husband, park the car. I was vocalizing a lot as we entered the emergency room’s triage. Everyone stood up to look at me. The “medical professionals” all looked dumbfounded as I shouted that I was 9 months pregnant and couldn't take this any longer. 

Little did I know – I was pushing!

Eventually, someone paid my pleads some attention and hurried me into a room to change my clothes. The doctor must have been some sort of idiot because he said he “felt a bulging bag of waters” when he checked me, but they had obviously already broken in a big way before we left the house over an hour ago. The baby’s head was right there. I could feel it myself.

Still thinking I was at 7 centimeters, I begged for an epidural as they transported me up to labor and delivery where Christine was waiting for us. I’m not sure how I got up onto that table, but once I was there, I suddenly realized that Scott was not present – where was he?!

The doctors insisted that they put my feet in stirrups, but I wouldn't let them. My instincts told me to get up on the table and squat, as un-lady-like as that sounds, but I had to settle for chin to chest, with various people supporting my feet.

Just as I started pushing some more with more and more fluid rushing out of me, my husband made his way into the room. I had never felt so relieved in my life to see him just then. I begged for an epidural again, but thankfully, I didn't need one. (Remember -- women are very susceptible to suggestion during transition. You're kind of in another world. I'm very blessed to have had my support team there to remind me that I didn't need drugs to do this.)

Apparently during the car ride, I had progressed to 10 centimeters. I could push! So that was what my body was telling me to do when I was in the car, that’s why it was hurting so bad was because I was trying to hold my body back. If only I had relaxed, I probably could have had the baby right then!

So I began my work. Focusing all of my energy downward, I pushed during each contraction – about three times each. All the doctors in the room were trying to direct my pushing, but I told them all to be quiet, leave me alone, and not to touch me. Maybe they were a little offended that I was listening to my midwife’s guidance to just listen to my body…but I didn't really care.

Pushing was amazing. It felt like I could really utilize my pain and turn it into an active force. With each contraction I felt my baby being pushed down lower and lower, until I could feel him right at my tail bone!

My midwife suggested that I reach down and feel my baby’s head with my hand. I was reluctant at first…I almost didn't remember that I was actually giving birth to a child – my child; but when I did reach down and feel the top of my baby’s head, I was already in love. I closed my eyes as I focused on pushing my baby the rest of the way out. I could hear my husband, Betsy, and Christine cheering me on. It was the most exhilarating thing ever.

With just a couple more pushes I felt the greatest relief in the world – no more pain. Lo and behold, there was a baby laying on my chest…a little boy, Rowan Scott Sloan. My midwife was so amazing, she wouldn't let any of the doctors or nursing staff announce the gender.

The doctor “in charge” wanted to cut the cord right then. My husband insisted that we waited until the cord stopped pulsating, so my son could have all of his blood – there is a month’s supply of iron in that magnificent cord blood that I was determined would belong to my child.

The doctor waited a few moments, but then approached the cord again, this time with scissors behind his back! My husband, my dear, darling, brave husband stood in between me and the doctor and would not let him cut that cord! After several minutes passing, Rowan’s cord finally stopped pulsating, and Scott cut the cord himself.

Christine showed me how to blow into my closed hand to create some pressure to deliver the placenta in one push. The nursing staff looked at me funny when I asked to see it before they “took it away”.  How could I not want to see the miraculous organ that nourished and comforted my child inside of me?

After almost an hour, Rowan initiated nursing himself. Now, a year and a half later, he is still nursing, four months into my second pregnancy. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I do wish I had given birth at home, away from the bright lights and the harsh voices of the hospital staff. But, it was still an empowering experience, especially since I really did tune out the doctors and the nurses – I had a wet washcloth over my eyes the majority of the time and only listened to the voices of my husband and birthing team! It was truly like the medical staff wasn't even there.

Rowan is the happiest most high-spirited little boy I've ever met. He’s all about exploring and seeing what he can get into! We live out in the country, where he can run and play. Being pregnant with our next child, I sincerely hope that we will be blessed with a birth at home. In my mind though, my home labor was truly mind-blowing, and the miracle of birth, wherever it may be found, is always just as special.