5.03.2012

Morgan's Assessment


We’ve been working with Kids on the Move for about a year now. We took Morgan in for a well-baby visit when he was 18ish months old. His pediatrician gave us a questionnaire to fill out, which Morgan “failed.” They recommended we call Kids on the Move, which we did. He got evaluated and qualified for sensory and speech and development services. I blogged about finding out Morgan is a sensory seeker here. For the past year Morgan has had an occupational therapist, a development specialist, and speech therapist each visit us once a month. 

Now that Morgan is turning 3, he is aging out of Kids on the Move. So we needed to meet with the school district for a formal assessment. We just did this assessment this week. I’m glad that they prepared us for what to expect and that the environment would be difficult for Morgan. It was a small room (very small) and Morgan was expected to do adult-directed tasks in a very specific way. Morgan is more of an “I’ll do it on my own time, in my own way” type of guy. So this stressed him out. Major meltdowns galore. Poor kid. They also had us fill out a zillion screening tests, including ones for autism and ADHD. 

Morgan did okay on the cognitive tasks, but definitely showed delays in speech (especially receptive, aka the amount he understands) and social/emotional stuff. We already knew this. On the autism screening, he warranted concern. The screenings were not diagnostic, but they showed that he scored as possibly being on the autism spectrum. He demonstrates red flags that will be carefully watched. For ADHD it is highly likely. Again, we already knew both of these things.

The good news is he qualifies for services! Yay! So in the fall Morgan will start preschool. I don’t know exactly how frequently he’ll attend. We still need to meet with a bunch of people to write his IEP (Individualized Education Plan). This is where we’ll set up his goals for the next year. Every year we’ll write new goals. He won’t have another formal assessment until he’s 6. (They do them every 3 years.) At the IEP meeting we’ll figure out how often Morgan will attend.

The good news is the preschool will be free (in the same way that public education is free…it’s not really free, it’s just that we pay for with taxes instead of out-of-pocket). He’ll also be picked up and taken to school on a bus that has harnesses. They’ll pick him up at our door and walk him home to our door. So this will be really helpful for me.

The preschool class will have the same type of therapists he’s been seeing: occupational, speech, development, etc. The class will have children with special needs as well as children who are developing “normally” to act as peer models. The class will also have an autism specialist that will watch Morgan. If it is determined that he displays continuous signs of being on the autism spectrum, they have an early intervention full-day classroom that is specially designed for children with autism. I’m hoping that Morgan won’t need this, but if he does, I’m glad he’ll be able to get help. I know that early intervention can make a huge difference.

I’m excited for Morgan, and for me. This transition will be very difficult for him as he is not used to a classroom environment and will be difficult with his sensory and hyperactive needs. But this will work out so well for all of us. If it’s not helping, we can always decide we don’t want services. They aren’t being forced on us. But I think that Morgan will benefit from this. I think going to this preschool with trained specialists will help Morgan to develop his attending, communication, social/emotional and regulating skills.

Even though we knew all these things about Morgan, it was still hard to hear. It’s really hard to hear that your child is not typical. It’s really hard to see his peers pass him up and to know that he isn’t like them.  And then to worry that he may never “catch up." We worry that he may start regressing. We constantly worry about being judged for not being better parents or worry that people will not love or want to spend time with our son. We know he can be difficult. It’s difficult to communicate with him, he’s constantly on the go, and it can be exhausting being around him. But we love him, and I know that we are the best parents for him. Morgan has taught me more about patience and love in his three short years than I ever learned in the years before him. Please be patient with us and with Morgan. We’re doing our best, and sometimes it’s really, really hard. Probably more than we’ve ever shared with most of you. Thank you everyone for being in our lives and supporting us.  We’ll keep you posted on how things are going. :)

5.02.2012

Status Update


I don’t blog as much as I used to. (Paging Captain Obvious!) The reasons for this are many. Lack of time. Lack of motivation. Feeling unable to talk about the things that matter to me. Anyway, I’m making a new goal to blog once a month just to chronicle what is happening in our lives. If I don’t write this stuff down, I’ll forget it.

So here is the status of the members of the Austin & Tracie Beckstrom family:

Austin: still in school. I honestly don’t know when he’ll graduate at this point. I keep having my hopes dashed, so I’m not even going to set a date. It’ll most likely be sometime next year though. This summer he’s taking a computer programming class. For funsies. Hopefully it’ll teach him something. He’s working on a few graphic design side projects and has goals to work on stuff throughout the summer. This summer he’ll be home at 5ish so that will be great to have him home earlier.

Tracie: still working. I honestly don’t know when I’ll stop working at this point. This is directly tied to Austin being in school. I really like where I work and what I do, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to find a work/life balance. I feel torn in a million directions. I don’t talk about how I feel about work that much because I’ve learned it’s not a good idea to talk about your work on the Internet. So that’s all I’ll say about that for now. I’ve lost my babysitter AGAIN. So angry and frustrated about this. I’ll have to start the interviewing process all over again. Don’t know when I’ll find another one. Why are people so flaky?!
I’m still working on my doula certification. I’m taking a breastfeeding class next Saturday and a birth class sometime this summer. These are my last two requirements I need to finish. Then I need to gather all my paperwork, write up a bunch of stuff, and mail it in. I’ll submit my application in the summer and will probably be certified by the fall. (It takes months for applications to be processed.) Then hopefully I’ll start getting more clients. I have had a couple of potential clients, but nothing happened. So I’ve still only attended births of friends so far. If you know anyone who is pregnant and is interested in a doula, please give them my number. (And they don’t have to be interested in an unmedicated birth. I attend all types of births.) 

Morgan: He’s making progress though he still isn’t where I hoped he would be by now. With progress being as slow as it is, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to have a real conversation with him. Though I hope I will someday. Who knows what will happen in a year? We just had his assessment with the school district. I’ll write another post about that and where he is. In short, he still has significant delays and qualifies for services. He’ll be starting preschool in the fall. He’s currently obsessed with superheroes, his favorite TV shows, drawing, blankets, buses, and bubbles. He loves his grandparents, being active (understatement of the year), and eating treats. He’s got a major sweet tooth that one, something he definitely inherited from me. Keep tabs on the Morgan blog. I’m going to write an in-depth post on his development soon. 

That’s the basics for us right now. I’ll elaborate more later, but I thought I’d just get in the habit of blogging again by keeping it simple. Hope all my family and friends are doing well.

9.29.2011

Doing Everything Wrong

Do you ever have days where you feel like you’re doing everything wrong? That despite your best intentions, you’re just a massive screw-up? I’ve been feeling that way lately. Feeling like I pretty much despise myself. Feeling like I do everything wrong, say everything wrong, that I’m just wrong, wrong, WRONG in every way, shape, and form.

I like to say that I don’t care what people think of me. But it’s a lie. A complete and utter lie. I want to be liked, to be loved, to be understood. The thought of someone thinking poorly of me destroys me. So I have this overwhelming urge to be perfect. Be such a great and wonderful person that no one ever thinks badly of me. That they’re never angry with me, never disappointed, never hurt, never frustrated. Guess how that’s been working out?

I know I shouldn’t be upset that I’m flawed. We all are. But I am upset. I hate that I’m selfish sometimes, that I can be lazy, unreliable, incompetent, jealous, or mean. I hate that despite my best intentions I may inadvertently hurt or annoy someone else. That I may put my foot in my mouth, let someone down, or make a huge mistake. I hate that I care so damn much. That I can’t live up to the person I want to be.

I’m so worried all the time that everyone I love in my life will leave me. That they’ll get frustrated or annoyed with my imperfections. That they’ll whisper to other people about what a screw-up I am. That they’ll just decide I am not worth it. It’s happened before; it might happen again.

I grew up insecure and needy. I thought I’d moved past that. That I liked myself for who I was. But I’ve realized it’s not completely true. I spend a better part of every day worrying about every little thing I do and say. Did that come out wrong? Is so-and-so mad at me? What did I do wrong? Are they acting distant? Do they think I’m a jerk, a liar, a fake? Did I sound judge-y or stupid? Do they think I’m rude or a bad person?

I second guess every action, every word, every thought. How could I have done that better? Why am I so stupid? Why am I such a failure? Why didn’t I do that better? Why can’t I do what I should be doing? Should, should, should. My life is full of WHYS and SHOULDS. Full of WRONG. Full of FAILURE.

And I hate myself for it.

Here’s the paradox: I accept imperfections in others. I forgive pretty easily and readily. Because no one’s perfect, right? But I cannot accept my own imperfections. I feel like I have to prove myself to everyone I meet.

When I was 19 or so I wrote “Tracie’s Theme.”1 It goes like this:

Too much pressure caving in
Too much stress on my mind
I must confess I’m a mess inside

Why do I feel/ the need to prove?
I feel like I’m constantly proving myself.

Chorus:
How long till I fall?
How long till I break?
How long till I break/And make the biggest mistake of all?

My greatest foe/is me I know.
I can’t seem to be who you want me to be.

I will never be/Good enough for you
Still I keep on trying every single day

(Chorus)

Bridge:
I’ll keep, keep on trying
I’ll keep, keep on fighting
I’ll keep, keep on trying
I’ll keep, keep on fighting
Until I’m good enough for you
Until I’m good enough for you

(Chorus)

Look at me, using poetry (songs are a type of poetry) again to explain my feelings. I'm like sensitive or something.

Anyway, I really struggle with this. Feeling like I'm good enough. Feeling like I deserve friendship, love, and other good things despite the fact that I'm completely imperfect. Feeling inadequate as a friend, mother, editor, wife, doula, etc. I doubt I'm the only person who feels this way. My question is how do you overcome this? How do you stop feeling like you have to prove yourself to others? How do you stop second guessing yourself? Stop stressing that everyone is analyzing every move you make and giving you a score of zero? How can I just let things...be?

1 My friends who know about song writing, music, music theory, and all that, please don't judge my song too harshly. I know it's not perfect and that I probably don't use meter, musical terms, etc. accurately. This was also the second song I ever wrote. The first one being laughably bad. :)

6.03.2011

Understanding Morgan Danger

I'm so relieved I could almost cry. We've finally (though, in retrospect, we were lucky to find out as soon as we did) figured out why Morgan is the way he is. Morgan is a happy lovable child that we once worried was autistic. After undergoing a few comprehensive evaluations via Kids on the Move, we have learned that Morgan most likely has a Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD), specifically he has a Sensory Modulation Disorder (SMD) that exhibits as sensory seeking. I think at this point that's it unlikely he has autism. It's still possible that he could have ADHD because the two disorders have similar symptoms (but different causes). It's also possible he has both since they do sometimes overlap. But for right now (it's too soon to tell precisely since he is very young) I feel fairly certain that Morgan is a Sensory Seeker.

Morgan is also pretty behind in his receptive (understanding) and expressive (talking) communication. Though Morgan is almost 24 months, his receptive communication is closer to a 13-month-old and his expressive an 18-month-old. (He still has the physical and problem-solving capability of a 2-year-old though!) This makes things frustrating for all three of us. But things are improving. He has a speech therapist that is now coming once a month to our home. She helps teach Austin and I strategies to improve Morgan's communication. Right now we're working on doing sign language with most of what we say. We are to say it and sign it at the same time twice. And then help Morgan to do it if he doesn't do it. It's making a difference. Morgan has learned a few new words and signs (cracker, all done, please, and more.)

Since learning about the Sensory Seeking thing and his sensory needs, I have completely changed how I view and approach my son. They call it "reframing" in the books I have been reading. As long as Morgan's "wild" behaviors are blamed on his "personality" or my parenting style, people may see the way he acts as something he or I can control. If his behaviors are "reframed" as symptoms of an underlying neurophysiological disorder, people are likely to view him differently. With reframing, Morgan will cease to be seen as a "hyperactive" "naughty" toddler in need of "more discipline" or "firm parenting" or his behaviors something he'll "grow out of"  or "just a phase."

I can't tell you how relieving it is to hear that it's not all in your head. Your child really is different! And there's a reason for it! And there's things you can do to help! And your child isn't "naughty"! And you're really not a bad parent!

Sensory seeking children aren't usually discovered until the child starts to attend school. In these situations it's apparent that the child's "quirks" make them quite different from the normally developing child. I'm really, REALLY glad that we've discovered this when Morgan is so young. Because his brain is literally still developing, we can help impact how his brain develops

I have bought a few books to help me understand what we're dealing with here. Here is a little of what I've learned: (Information paraphrased or quoted from Sensational Kids)

Sensory processing refers to the way the nervous system receives sensory messages and turns them into responses. Everyone manages sensory messages daily; we respond and act upon the messages sent to us via our 5 senses: sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste.

There are also 2 additional senses: proprioceptive and vestibular. We use these two senses to perceive speed, movement (are we moving or standing still? are objects moving or motionless in relation to our body? what direction are we going?), pressure (how are our muscles moving? how much force is being put on us or how much force are we exerting?), and the position of our bodies in space (are we upright or not? how do your body parts relate to one another?). Proprioception helps integrate touch and movement sensations. (It's what helps you judge the weight of a something, hold a pencil in order to write, climb stairs, etc.)

People who develop typically are able to receive messages from their senses and turn these messages into the appropriate behavioral (adaptive behavior) and physiological responses. (If you see a ball heading toward you and you don't know how to catch, you use your vision, your depth perception, perception of speed and direction, and move your body away from the ball. A person with certain types of SPD would not be able to do that without thinking about it and would likely get struck by the ball.)

People with SPD, however, are unable to organize these messages into appropriate responses, which may interfere with daily routines, activities, and behaviors. There are three different subsets of SPD: Sensory Modulation Disorder (SMD), Sensory-Based Motor Disorder (SBMD), and Sensory Discrimination Disorder (SDD).

SMD "is a problem with turning sensory messages into controlled behaviors that match the nature and intensity of the sensory information" (12). Modulation has to do with regulation of the sensory input.

From The Out-of-Sync Child: "Modulation instantly adjusts and balances the flow of sensory information into the CNS [central nervous system]. The sensory systems need to work in tandem to keep us in sync. Incoming sensations activate sensory receptors in a process called excitation. Excitation promotes connections between sensory input and behavioral input. Excitation is alerting. 'Pay attention!' the sensations insist" (57).

Excitation happens when our senses tell us we are in danger and to respond to this sensory message (sight, sound, touch, etc.) with "fight or flight." We respond to sensory messages such as enjoying the calming sensation of a rocking chair or stopping spinning in circles when we start feeling sick. It's why we freak out if we feel the sensation of what feels like a spider crawling on us. We respond to that sensation by moving and whacking, whether there is a spider there or not.

"The majority of sensations, however, are irrelevant. In a process called inhibition, our brain allows to filter out useless information and focus on what matters at the moment. Without inhibition, we would be extremely distractible, giving full attention to every sensation, useful or not" (57).

Right now as I am writing this, my fingers can feel the touch of the keys as I type, the pressure of the computer on my lap, my back pressing against the chair, the feel of the air from the ceiling fan, the sound of The Wiggles playing in the background, an airplane flying overhead outside, the pressure on my ankles as they touch crossing, my butt sinking into the chair. But except for when I'm deliberately looking for these sensations, I ignore them. They are not important sensations. They don't give me super important input I need to regulate my behavior.

"When exitation and inhibition are balanced, we can make smooth transitions to one state to another.. . Modulation determines how efficiently we self-regulate, in every aspect of our lives" (59).

So since Morgan is sensory seeking, he has a problem with modulation, in other words self-regulating his responses to the sensation stimuli and reacting to that input appropriately.

Self-regulation problems with sensory seeking:
* unusually high arousal and activity levels: always on the go, restless, fidgety, plays aimlessly, quick-tempered, excitable, impossible to sit still
* inattention: short attention span, highly distractible, disorganized, forgetful
* impulsivity: heedlessly energetic, impetuous, lack self-control

You might say this sounds like ADHD. And it IS similar.

Common behaviors in both SPD & ADHD:
* acts impulsively
* extraordinarily active
* seems disorganized
* impatient and demanding
* lacks self-control

The problems have different causes though and different treatments. It'll be more clear as Morgan ages if it's one or the other or both. (ADHD runs in Austin's family pretty strongly, as well as Autism.)

Everyone occasionally has sensory problems; for instance, I am extremely picky about the feel of socks on my feet. I will turn socks inside out so the hem doesn't bother me. Sometimes I'll refuse to wear certain socks if they don't "feel" right. The difference between these type of experiences and someone who has SPD is that sensory difficulties are chronic and disrupt everyday life (academic, social interactions, learning, relationships, movement, etc.) (The important distinction between "normal" behaviors and SPD is the frequently, intensity, and duration of the behavior.) "Children with SPD behave differently from typically developing children because their brains really are different" (13). (Another important thing is that SPD can range from mild to severe. I don't, at this point, think Morgan's is severe.)

Okay, so what is Sensory Seeking? A child who is sensory seeking has a "nearly insatiable craving for sensory experiences and actively seeks sensation, often in ways that are socially unacceptable" (28).

It's true that most children seek sensory input as part of normal development. The difference is a sensory seeker is EXTREME. Like my son.

Morgan exhibits these sensory seeking symptoms (i.e., all of them) daily and has consistently since birth:
  • is constantly on the move (scooting at 3 months, crawling at 5, etc.)
  • likes running, crashing, bashing, jumping, climbing, splashing
  • shows strong preference for excessive spinning, swinging, or rolling (And I do mean excessive. I don't think he would ever get tired of swinging.)
  • constantly touches objects or people (The touching objects thing everyone told me was just a "phase" that Morgan would grow out of. Morgan is almost 2. It's not happening. He still impulsively and compulsively goes around looking for things to touch, grab, or throw.)
  • takes excessive risks during play (climbing onto things, jumping off) aka "thrill seeker" (climbs onto kitchen table, rides his bike off the ottoman, dives off furniture)
  • prefers food with strong flavors/tastes
  • licks, sucks, or chews on nonfood items (Morgan constantly mouths objects [like the toilet plunger handle] still even though he should have "outgrown" that by now)
  • is nearly impossible to take to the movies, church, or other settings that don't allow him to move around (um...yes. Actually it's difficult to take him anywhere. He's just so into everything CONSTANTLY that it's exhausting for Austin and me to go places with him that don't have childproof boundaries)
  • is unable to sit still (except when watching highly engaging children's programs featuring bright colors, music, and dancing)
  • smells or tastes nonfood objects excessively when playing with them
  • gets angry or explosive when required to sit still or stop what he's doing
  • dumps out bins of toys or rummages through them purposelessly (I know kids do this, but the way Morgan compulsively does it is a bit disturbing)
  • rubs against walls and furniture (Morgan likes to turn and face the wall and touch it and kiss it when I'm changing him on the changing table. Austin and I joke he looks like he's getting ready to get a pat-down)
  • bumps into people
  • seeks visually stimulating scenes and screens for lengthy times (a la Wiggles and Backyardigans)
  • is attracted to shiny, spinning objects and bright, flickering lights (loved the ceiling fan as a baby)
  • loves crowds and noisy places
  • touches and feels everything in sight, running hands over furniture and walls, and handling items that other children understand are "no-nos"
  • intensively and impulsively seeks to touch certain surfaces and textures
  • touches and pushes people (he does this without malice; it definitely seems impulsive)
  • enjoys being messy (loves yogurt for that reason)
  • frequently removes socks and shoes
  • has high tolerance for extreme temperatures
  • has high pain tolerance
  • assumes upside-down positions (when Morgan was a baby, he would do this weird thing where he would what kind of looked like the downward dog yoga pose and then raise one arm and wave. I have a picture of it here)
  • deliberately bumps and crashes into objects or people
  • deliberately bangs head on walls, runs into walls, hits self (Morgan will randomly just start hitting himself hard on the head)
  • falls down on purpose
  • enjoys the sound of his voice (yells, screams)

A lot of children are wild sometimes, and some children are also active. A child may have a few of these behaviors. (Morgan has them all.) Again, the difference is the frequency, intensity, and duration of the behaviors. And these behaviors are constant with Morgan. I've seen firsthand the difference. Morgan is just "more." I've been told that my son is "exhausting." Don't I know it! I live with him day in and out people! It's so relieving to find out that I'm not an ill-equipped mother and that it's not my fault that I have such difficulty.

Before finding this out I really did feel inferior and that there was something wrong with me because I was having SUCH a hard time as a mother. It's true that the PPD didn't help in the first 9 months, but things have just been getting increasingly difficult (even after the PPD went away). (I'm not saying that parenting isn't hard in general. I think parenting is hard no matter who your child is or what type of parent you are.) I felt like such a failure as a parent. Austin and I seriously considered not having any more children because Morgan is just SO much. Knowing that he is different (and different isn't bad to me!) and most importantly WHY has really helped us as a family. 

Sensory seeking does not affect Morgan's mental capacity. His brain may work differently, but he is smart and capable of learning. (He is quite smart actually, just not in the speaking and communication department. He is great at problem solving and learning from observation.)

Since Morgan is just a toddler it hasn't really caused that many "problems" besides people telling me I need to provide "more firm discipline" which usually means corporal punishment, which I don't, as a principle, believe is appropriate, especially for a toddler who is behind on language and communication. (Furthermore, it doesn't and WON'T work with Morgan. This is not a behavioral problem that I can "discipline" him out of.) But if he doesn't learn to self-regulate, it could lead to him being labeled as "aggressive," "troublemaker," "dangerous," "mean," "invasive." Sure it's cute when an unfamiliar toddler runs up to you and sits in your lap and starts jabbering away. It's less cute when an older child does the same thing. Same with a toddler greeting someone by pushing them down. More socially acceptable for a toddler to do that than a first-grader.

I'm glad that we've found this out now so people won't shun or negatively label my child. I've read the stories of what happens if sensory seekers aren't given appropriate outlets for their sensory seeking. These children will think they are "bad," "stupid," and suffer from low self-esteem. They may also struggle with school and thus be put at risk for getting behind academically.

The key is for Morgan to learn self-regulation. With treatment, Morgan can learn how to meet his sensory needs so he can self-regulate.Treatment will help Morgan process his senses, so they work together appropriately. If he engages in activities that provide the intensity, duration, and quality of sensory experience his brain is craving, his adaptive behavior will improve. This will help ensure future success in social interactions and at school. Treatment will also ensure a healthy self-esteem and improve family relationships.

So what do we do to help Morgan learn to self-regulate? We provide him with appropriate sensory sensations so he can get his needs met! They call this a "sensory diet." We've just started working with an occupational therapist, and I've bought these books to help. One thing we've been doing is tossing Morgan in a blanket, putting pressure on his joints and muscles, using multiple sensory input for communication (signing, eye contact, singing, touching him), and providing plenty of outlets for rough-and-tumble play. We plan to get him appropriate things to chew on (they make something called "chewy stix"), provide plenty of physical activity, get him weighted blankets and vests, and get him other appropriate toys and activities. It does make a difference. Morgan is more calm on days that I provide him with a good "sensory diet."

So our "treatment" consists of providing Morgan with relationships that accept his level of needed activity and his desire for sensory input, with an environment that encourages safe and appropriate sensory activities, and tasks for him to do that provide him with sensory input. When he gets older, we'll want to be sure we put him in a school that provides plenty of variety of sensory activities (especially physical activity).

Austin and I are optimistic. This doesn't in one bit change how we feel about our son. It just makes me understand him better and have more patience with him. I am really glad we called Kids on the Move. We are seeing improvements in his communication and his behavior. Right now we're working on improving his vocabulary, helping him understand that he can't always have instant gratification, and working to get him to stop hurting himself when he's upset.

Oh, and another clarification, we aren't trying to "fix" our son. Morgan doesn't need to be fixed. We love him for who he is, an active, happy, energetic, curious, smart boy. We just want to make sure that he can learn and grow and have healthy, happy social relationships and be in charge of his sensory needs and not the other way around. :)

3.09.2011

Doula Certification

Those of you who are my Facebook friends may have seen that I'm beginning the doula certification process. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.

Becoming a doula is something I knew I wanted to do when I found out what they were, and I experienced what having one during labor was like. Basically doulas are awesome. So extremely awesome. I believe almost every woman would benefit from a doula, no matter the circumstances.

Research supports me in this declaration as well. Many studies have shown doulas to be beneficial. There was actually one published just a few months ago that found

After examining 21 trials involving over 15,000 women, the review authors found that women who received continuous support (i.e. a doula) during labor:
  • were more likely to have a spontaneous vaginal birth
  • were less likely to have intrapartum analgesia (i.e. an epidural)
  • were less likely to report dissatisfaction with their labors
  • had shorter labors
  • were more likely to give birth without cesarean, vacuum, or forceps
  • were less likely to have regional analgesia
  • were less likely to have babies with a low 5-minute Apgar score

Basically doulas increase good birth outcomes and provide great support for laboring women and their families. And it's so my calling in life.

And you're thinking great Tracie. But what's a doula?


A doula is a trained, skilled, labor support professional who helps guide mothers through their birth experience by providing emotional, physical, and informational support.  The word “doula” comes from the ancient Greek term meaning “servant to mother.”  A doula does not replace a doctor or midwife, and does not provide any clinical diagnosis or perform any medical procedures.


A doula:
  • Recognizes birth as a significant life experience.
  • Understands the physiology of birth and the emotional needs of a laboring woman.
  • Provides continuous support, practical comfort measures, and an objective viewpoint to aid in decision-making.
  • Complements the care provided by the woman's partner and birth attendants.
  • Protects and nurtures the memory of the birth experience. 

You don't technically have to be certified to be a doula, but it's recommended. I decided to certify with DONA International (formerly Doulas of North America). In order to get certified I have to 

  1.  Become a member of DONA (Check!)
  2. Apply for the doula certification program (Check!)
  3. Attend a doula workshop of at least 16 hours 
This is where I am right now. Tomorrow I start my doula workshop. It's Thursday through Saturday from 9 to 5. So, yes, three full days of doula training. My curriculum is as follows:

Thursday
Registration and Introductions
Birth - A transformation
The Benefits of A Doula
The Prenatal Interview(s)
Emotional Preparation and Education
Intrapartum Support
Comfort Measures for Labors
Imagery

Friday
Review and Assessment
Second Stage Overview
AIDS and HIV Protection
Difficult Labor Management
Cesarean and VBAC Support
Newborn Care and Breastfeeding
Postpartum Nurturing
Modeling and Role Play
Affirmations and Birth Journaling

Saturday
Review and Assessment
Giving Support Through Loss
Developing Personal Style
Values Clarification
Standard of Practice
Code of Ethics
Establishing A Practice
Certification Options
Birth Journaling and Closing

I'm so excited for this I can't even tell you. I'm excited and nervous and all sorts of things. But my doula certification won't be complete after the workshop. After that I have to

  • 4.  Read 5 books on a reading list on birth, labor, doula support, breastfeeding support, and postpartum care. (There are other books there are recommended on the book list.) I've already finished most of this
  • 5.  Observe a childbirth education class of at least 12 hours.
  • 6.  Complete a breastfeeding education course.
  • 7.  Provide continuous doula service at a minimum of three births at least from the onset of active labor to birth.
  • 8.  Document each of the three births for I provide labor support by keeping a record sheet and typing a 500-700 word account of the birth.
  • 9.  Prepare a list of local resources to give to my doula clients.
  • 10.  Obtain evaluations of my doula services from at least three clients, three primary care providers, and three nurses or midwives.
  • 11.  Provide two character references.
  • 12.  Write a type written essay of 500-1000 words on the value and purpose of labor support.
Obviously this is going to take me awhile. So I'm glad I finally bit the bullet and decided to get started. Again, the excitement is paramount. I'm going to write about my certification process and why I decided I wanted to be a doula. So wish me luck and stay tuned!

    12.26.2010

    Tracie's Favorite Christmas Movies!

    So I remembered once that Austin posted a list 3 years ago of his top ten Christmas movies and thought, you know I should do the same. So here are MY favorite Christmas movies in somewhat ascending order:

    1.  The Santa Clause - This is my favorite Christmas movie of all time. This movie is just quintessential Christmas to me. Santa, the holiday spirit, presents, kids, elves, snow, humor. It's got it all. I love how the elfs look like children. It could be that this movie came out when I was still young enough to consider myself a kid (1994) or it could be that it's just that good of a show.

    I love this description for The Santa Clause I found on the Sun Sentinel's  list of the Top 25 best Christmas movies: "It's every kid's dream: Dad could be Santa Claus. All he has to do is push the other Santa off his roof. That perfect mix of whimsy and mature laughs made this Tim Allen comedy an annual favorite. Who can forget Allen desperately trying to lose weight and shave his fast-growing beard?

    The sequels you ask? We don't speak of them. Ever." (The Santa Clause came in at #4 on their list.)


    Sums up my feelings. Especially about the sequels. ;)

    2. Home Alone 1 & 2 - I list these two together because they're pretty much the same show. But they're both wonderful. They may be a bit silly and over-the-top and pretty unrealistic but man are they FUNNY. I don't know. I guess I'm a bit of a sadist but I still laugh my butt off every time Marv and Harry get pelted with paint cans. And the time Marv repeatedly gets hit by bricks in #2, I laugh so hard I CRY. Tear. Good times. (As a mention, Home Alone 3 is okay, but it's not a classic like the other two. And I haven't even bothered to see the fourth one. There's a fourth one you ask? Yeah.)

    3. The Grinch - The first time I heard of this I was how are they going to make the classic story (and cartoon) into a full-length, live action movie? I saw it in the theater, and my opinion was meh.  But then I started watching it annually around the holidays with my best friend growing up and I grew to love it...just like the Grinch grows to love Christmas and the Whos. Jim Carrey as the Grinch is just hilarious. I love his facial expressions. It's just a fun, quotable movie. I'm going to make Austin watch it one of these days so he can learn to love it too.

    4. Elf - Remember back when Will Ferrell was still funny? Ah memories. This movie gets a bit cheesy at the end but I love the childlike tone of this movie. It's a funny, feel-good family movie. I just got in the mood to watch this again. :)

    5. Muppet Christmas Carol - The Christmas Carol is not only one of my favorite Christmas stories, it's one of my favorite stories period. You add Muppets to the mix, and well, it's a good time for everyone. Kermit as Bob Cratchit? Michael Caine as Scrooge? Don't miss this one. It's funny, touching, and lovable. Also Muppets.

    6.  How the Grinch Stole Christmas - Yep, the original cartoon. It's just awesome. The narration by Boris Karloff (and the voice of the Grinch). The animation of the Grinch when he gets a "wonderful, awful" idea is just not to be missed. And Tony the Tiger singing "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch"! Childhood memories.

    And that's the end of my favorite Christmas movies.

    Honorable mentions:
    Christmas Vacation - I remember thinking this was a funny movie but I haven't seen it since I was very young. I plan to remedy this.
    Scrooged - I need to see this as an adult because I heart Bill Murray. When I was a kid, I just felt bad for him because everyone was mean to him. (I know. I missed the point. But things like that go over your head when you're 8.)
    It's a Wonderful Life - I have only seen this once. I know gasp and shock. And not until I was like 14 or so. I remember thinking it was a good movie, but it doesn't scream "Chistmas!" to me. Like Austin says in his blog, "this is a good movie that takes place at Christmas." I need to see this one again.

    I know what you're thinking. Where's A Christmas Story? Confession time: I don't really like the movie. Seriously. I think it's overrated. If it wasn't played all day long on Christmas every year, I don't think I'd ever even watch it. (Except it's Austin's favorite so I'll have to watch it occasionally.) I think it has amusing parts, but on the whole, I don't find it that funny or heartwarming or well-made or any of the other criteria I require for a good Christmas movie. Yes, it's iconic, but only because of the forced repetition of the movie every year and the whole "childhood memories" thing. If it was up to me, I'd choose different movies to show all day on Christmas. I know, I know BLASPHEMY. Oh well. It is what it is.

    12.05.2010

    Boxes

    In high school I wrote the following poem:

    Achieving Perfection
    Always too much to do
    Never enough time
    Placed in a box by well-meaning family and friends--
    trying to help, only making it worse--
    Walls closing in
    Suffocating
    Trapped

    This still encapsulates how I feel today. There are many themes in this short poem that apply to me and my life. But the part I want to focus on is "placed in a box by well-meaning family and friends."

    I think there is something about human nature that wants everything to be neatly labeled. Things are black and white. You are a Blue. This is evil. This is good. I am right. You are wrong. In a blog comment on one of the blogs I read, a commenter said on the topic of discussion (which is irrelevant to this post): "We all love simple answers. We all want guarantees. But maybe there are none." And I agree. Life is not black and white but rather multitudes and meritudes of shades of gray. And within these shades of gray are darker tones and lighter tones. Despite wanting life and the answers in it to be easy, simple, referenced, and quotable, life is just not that simple.
    People are not that simple. We may think we know a person, and we can, to a degree. But people are not easily defined. We cannot be indexed and catalogued and placed into little boxes, our names stenciled on the front. 

    We all make boxes for each other. The more time we spend with them and the more things we learn, we add it to the box. We take things out of the box when we find that we put things in there that don't belong. Over the years, these boxes should change. Just as people change. And though I find the process of boxing people up limiting and potentially damaging, it can, with provisions, be okay. Because I understand that some people feel the need to understand others by placing them into boxes. However, the problem comes when the boxes we make for others do not reflect reality, but reflect what we want the box to look like, i.e. who we feel that person to be. What we think and want that person to be. Another problem is what if when that person changes and grows, as we all do, what if we refuse to modify that box? And what if then we claim erroneously that someone has changed in ways that they have not changed or refuse to acknowledge the ways they have changed?

    But I think the most dangerous way people use boxes is when they feel that they know what that box should look like, despite anything the person may think, feel, or say.

    Recently in my life I have found people becoming frustrated with me because "I've changed." To that I say, so have you. We all have. We all do. Every day changing and growing and learning. What is this life but one of change? Did we not come here for the precise purpose of changing? I am not the same person I was 2 years ago. I am not the same person that married my sweetheart 4 years ago. I am not the same person I was in college, nor in high school. I am not the person I was in junior high and I have definitely changed since elementary school. But yet, I maintain that I am still me. I am still Tracie. I am still kind, passionate, loyal, playful, and headstrong. I am still stubborn, compassionate, tenacious, silly, smart, and true. I am still cautious, deliberate, lazy, logical, efficient, patient, and a procrastinator. I have always been these things. I will always be these things. (Though I hope to improve my so-called negative qualities.) To say that I am not the "same Tracie" is on one hand true because I have changed. And I expect I will continue to do so during my time on this mortal coil. But on the other hand, it is deeply hurtful. It is a slap in the face. It shows a deep misunderstanding of who I am. It pains me to realize that I cannot be accepted for who I am. And who I am really? I'm not even really sure some days. If I cannot even fully know myself, how can anyone? How can you?

    So to those who have found that who I am today does not reflect the box of me you have on your shelf, please understand that box is not me. I am standing in front of you. This is me. Please throw away that box. I have tried to tell you the deep parts of my soul only to have you misunderstand because you cannot understand. When you point to your box on the shelf and say, "But Tracie, this isn't you!" Know that I am filled to the depths of my soul with sorrow, frustration, and exasperation. Because I continue to say "you don't understand." And I know that you cannot. Because you are not me. You cannot think the way I do. You cannot know me until you can understand me. You cannot understand me until you start to listen. You are hearing what I say, but you are not listening. I understand that there is a person that you wish me to be but you don't get to decide that. You see that I am making different decisions than you would. But you are not me. You don't get to decide what is the best path for me to walk. You don't get to decide what should make me happy. What makes me happy may not be the same things that make you happy. You must accept that. I refuse to be placed in a box. I don't place myself in a box because I know that I am ever changing, ever growing. I do not know where life may take me. But know that only I get to decide which road to take, how to take it, why to take it, and why it matters. Please throw that box away. It is stifling in there and painful beyond anything you can ever know.

    P.S. Know that this works both way. Know that long ago I burned the boxes I placed on my shelf. I have decided that I don't need them; they do no good for me or for anyone in my life.

    11.16.2010

    Calling in Sick

    Well, I would've caught up on blog entries this weekend if Morgan didn't decide it was a great time for him to get sick for the first time. Poor kid. He didn't understand why his tummy hurt and throwing up scared him. It was quite the adventure involving many towels.

    We're a bit worried about him because it's day 3 and he still hasn't eaten more than a couple of bits of anything. Yesterday he wouldn't eat or drink. Today fortunately he has drank some juice and Pedialyte. Still won't eat anything though. I've tried giving him lots of bland foods and stuff. Won't eat. I really hope he starts eating soon. Though I'm less worried as long as he keeps drinking.

    So of course I caught the bug from Morgan. I really, really hate vomiting. Of course I don't know anyone who likes it. But I have like an aversion to it, which is bad because it's really hard for me to do it even when I really need to. So now I'm on my second sick day from work and feeling pretty much the worst I've felt since my gallbladder attacks last fall. I hope I get better very soon because I've got work to do and a son and a home and a husband to take care of.

    So I'm off to go watch some TV (Pushing Daisies) and drink, hopefully, some juice.

    11.12.2010

    Rambles

    Hi peeps! (otherwise known as the handful of friends and family that read this) I know, I know. I've already failed at my goal. But don't worry. I'm going to try to make up for it this weekend by posting lots of totally cool stuff that you'll just love for all sorts of reasons. As a warning, this post won't be that cool. I need to just write and let myself ramble on about stuff because that's how I roll yo.

    I had a sleep relapse last night. Bad Tracie. But the good news is I went almost two weeks at going to bed at a more decent hour (which many of you would consider "late"). And the other good news is I regretted it so much because it became extra clear to me how sucky it is to be so tired. So no more! I WILL get better at this. Dude, there's nothing I can't do when I set my mind to it. Because, yeah, I'm that awesome.

    I've been thinking a lot lately about a lot of things. About my life, my passions, my desires, my ambitions, my feelings. Just been doing a lot of the self-reflecting. It's good for what ails ya. I'll post more specifically on this later.

    I want to write this down so I don't forget it. I read on some random site about breastfeeding this bumper sticker-like saying: Boobs are food, not lewd. Just love it. I'll post an eloquent post on my feelings on breastfeeding in public and how it's not an indecent act later. But I just loved that. I love things that rhyme.

    Also, I miss writing. So much. I have so many thoughts in my head and things that matter to me. I also have so much I want to share. I feel like I'm suffocating keeping everything trapped inside. I need to write more.

    There's so much I want to do right now that I feel like I can't. I love my job. I love being an editor, and I'm great at it. I'm so, so grateful for my job. I'm so lucky that I get to do something I love and that I get to do it from home. My job is so necessary to me and my life right now. I know I'll always be a "working mom." But I don't love working full-time. Especially since there's other stuff I want to do that I just don't have time for right now. I want to get certified as a childbirth educator and a doula. I want to teach childbirth education classes. I want to serve as a doula for women. I want to help women bring their babies into this world. So much I want to do this. I yearn for this. Have you ever wanted something so much before you almost feel like it consumes you? Being a writer or an editor is a passion of mine. But making a difference in women's lives? I've found my calling. I know that I will get to do all of this eventually but waiting for the time to be right is so difficult. Between my husband going to school full-time and working full-time and me working full-time and being a full-time mother, there just really isn't much left. I do know that now is a time of sacrifice and if I can only be patient and work hard for the next 2 years or so, I can finally start working on my dreams. And really that's not that long to wait. As long as I hold fast to my dreams, I know I can eventually make them come true. And that's all I have to say about that for now.

    11.07.2010

    Getting my Zs

    I've written before about how I have a problem getting enough sleep. This was partially due to baby, PPD, and OCD/addictive habits. I'm happy to report that the last week I got about 7-8 hours of sleep every day. I'm still staying up later than I should, but I'm making a lot of progress. I'm hoping that I can continue to break the self-destructive habit/addiction cycle that I've been living in the last 2 years.

     For those that didn't know, I couldn't make myself go to bed at a reasonably hour, even when I wanted. I would read, watch TV, or stay on the computer for hours and hours and hours. Sometimes even until dawn. Even when I wanted to go to bed, I couldn't make myself do it. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I don't feel in control of my life. I'm very busy taking care of a toddler and working all day every day. My husband is at school or work all day and part of the night. So by the time I get time to myself I have to wait till Morgan and Austin are in bed. I think this was the cause of me staying up for hours. Me trying to feel like I had something in my life that I got to choose and control. But obviously, it was not good for me, my family, or my health. So I'm glad I'm feeling like I'm starting to gain control over my life again.

    I really hope it's not a fluke, but I've been doing better lately. I think I'm starting to realize that whatever wants to keep me up can wait until the next day. I'm sure I'll still have relapses, but I'm hoping I can start having a healthier lifestyle. I'm feeling A LOT better. I have more energy and I'm happier. I can get more done. You never realize what a difference sleep makes until you don't get it (or when you start getting it).

    Now I'm feeling like I can start tackling the other areas in my life that I need to work on. Here's hoping that I can continue to keep getting my much-needed Zs!