Saturday, January 28, 2006

Timur is restless...


...and cries much more than before. What's going on?

Possible reasons:
#1. He had some problems with his digestion. He drinks only mother milk, so there must be something with the milk. I went to an ayurvedic doctor to get some dietary advice to improve the quality of the milk. I started using more spieces, such as coriander, cumin, ginger etc. to improve my digestion. I eat more soups which are much more easy to digest and got even Mathijs into it.

#2. We had some tension in the house as well. These are difficult times. Mathijs has stopped working for an employer and started with a new project that doesn't bring anything yet. My employer decided to discontinue with my contract. I learned this great news when I started my pregnancy leave. My freelance translation brings some bacon, but still not enough to live on. This was the first month of survival. We are looking for financial solutions. Besides we are also stuggling with our own emotional problems. Life is not always easy. It has it's ups and downs.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

visit bloemendaal

We went to see the sea this Sunday. Papa tried his newly acquired driving skills, which is good. We nearly had an accident, it was not our fault, which was not so good. The car next to us wanted to overtake another car without looking back. (Yes, I rather objectify the bastard.)We got pretty close, but luckily escaped. Well, this was the first time that I sat next to daddy in a car when he was driving. I do believe though that he will be a safe driver.


Well, eventually we arrived at Bloemendaal aan Zee. It's a small seaside resort. It consists of couple of houses and there is a huge construction going on. It's actually not the most picturecque at the moment. It's going to turn into one of those high-tech beaches. Why not just leave it as it is? Don't bother nature too much, otherwise SHE will bother you one day and there will be no merci.



There is always so much wind at the sea. Timur took it, did not complain. He was hanging on daddy's belly in the Baby Bj0rn thing. We took some lunch with us, but we had to eat it in the car, because of the merciless wheather. This seems to be common practice these days. People have picnic in their cars and take a walk afterwards. I took some nice pictures and I will find out how to publish them here.




Saturday, January 21, 2006

de consultatiebureauverhaal

Starting to cooperate with the consultatiebureau was one of the meeting points with bureaucracy. The consultatiebureau is a place where kids get their injections and they are regularly measured whether they are growing according to the norm. This office comes by the first week after birth and they take the so called 'heelprick'. It’s basically a blood test by sticking a needle into baby’s heel. For God’s sake can’t they find a better place? The heel is full of nerves and damn sensitive.

It belongs to the story that I cannot imagine worse than the sight of a needle going through the skin. It’s like when the teacher’s nail is scratching the black board, or something similar. It’s a nightmare. So, this lady came by to do the heelprick. She was a bit clumsy with Timur, but I was patient. This had to happen. We are part of the system and we had to conform the rules (I thought). We put Timur’s heel into some warm water. After this the lady asked me to breastfeed and in the meantime she stuck the needle into Timur’s heel. Timur started crying. I felt immediately that something was wrong. Feeding and pain at the same time? Linking a positive to a negative experience? What the hell??? Maybe the foot wasn’t in the warm water long enough, because this nice lady had to repeat this exercise 3!!! times. At this point I couldn’t listen to Timur’s crying and I started crying myself. This was the first time that I heard him crying because of pain. My heart was bleeding…

Mathijs had busy days; working 3 days at ING and teaching 2 evenings. He had both that day. So, he took a nap between the two jobs. I woke him up and asked him to handle the rest, because I wasn’t able. I closed the door. I didn’t want to see or hear anything anymore. It turned out that the blood was still not enough and Timur had to be pricked for the 4th time!!! We went to a different consultatiebureau after this, where we belong to the odd ones, because we are critical about injections. We don’t want to let Timur be injected with stuff we don’t even know what it is. It was also confirmed by a good friend of ours doing IMT (Integrative Manual Therapy) that babies immune system is not ready for these injections. We don’t want any more pricks before Timur is 1,5 years old.

the first smile

I saw the first smile on Timur's face at about the end of the first month. I went to him in the morning, right after I heard he woke up, looked into his eyes and smiled at him. At that magical moment he smiled back at me with his teethless cuty mouth. I was so delighted! I felt so much warmth in my heart. He recognised me! He smiles!!! I was no longer just anybody. I established myself in his little consciousness. If I had wings I could have made a couple of circles around the house, as my father's pigeons did in our old house in Hódmezővásárhely. I knew then that we set off upon a long journey with lots of fun. :) :) :)


the first big move

Yesterday Timi turned around in bed and was lying surprised on his belly for a while. And that stubborn left arm also remained under his little belly. It couldn't have been the most comfortable position, but the movement excited him so much that he did it once more. Well done, "kis öregharcos"!

Friday, January 20, 2006

why timur?


The selection of the name came spontaneously. I was flipping through names for a while and then at a magical moment I picked this one. I liked it, because it was short, easy to spell and pronounce, and can be used internationally. The word Timur means iron (hope our Timur will be a strong guy) in the Chagatai language, which is an extinct Turkic language once spoken in Central Asia also by the Timurids. Timur was a true military leader with all the good and bad sides of it. And also a great patron of arts. He lived nearly 70 years, which is relatively long for a soldier in the middle ages. He was someone, who was able to make changes in the world by creating an huge empire, which streched from China to the Black Sea. His city is Samarkand, ...we'll go there one day. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timur

Mathijs quickly agreed to the name, there was no discussion. I think, he appreciated that I made a decision. We added 2 other names: JOHANNES & LEVENTE. Johannes is one of Mathijs's ancestors, who he is proud of. Maybe he will tell more about him here later on. Levente is an old Hungarian name, meaning apprentice. My mother wanted my brother to have been called Levente, but he had to be named after my father out of tradition. Levente is a tribute to my mother.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

the birth story - a natural home birth

It's actually a long story, but I try to focus on the essence (if I can). I had no idea what the birth was going to be, so I tried to get informed. I read birth stories on the internet. Wow, some Hungarian women's stories were awful. I felt that I had a very good chance to have something much better. I felt strong and determined that I didn't have to go to the hospital. I had worries about the umbilical cord, whether it was going to be around the neck or not. I asked Laura, our midwife about it. She calmed me and told me not to worry. There were plenty of babies born with the umbilical cord around their neck. It can be easily taken off, when their head appears. OK. I was more relaxed and I must say at the moment when the head appeared, I completely forgot about all the worries I ever had. We were lucky though, there were no complications either with umbilical cord, or anything else.

So, as I said, I tried to be well informed, read some literature, did pregnancy yoga and took birth preparation classes etc. , but at the moment when delivery started, all the knowledge seemed to have evaporated. My head was just one big emptiness. I was very much in the here & now and the memory part of my brain was just wiped. As if you press delete and everything is gone from one moment to the next. When the first contractions came I thought, finally, it started. The point comes when you feel you had enough and want your baby out and start the next phase of your motherhood. I didn't know then yet, that I had to wait 2 more days.

These first contractions were very mild and started on the 4th around half past 2 at night. I waited till the morning and then called Laura. When I told her what was happening, she suggested me to go to the park, since it was a nice sunny day. And so we did. I asked Mathijs to stay with me. I felt much more safe with him on my side. We took a walk, stopped when contractions came; they didn't hurt that much. We also had a tea/coffee in the Pacific, while sitting outside in the sun. I just imagined if someone we knew came by and asked 'Hi, how are you doing?' and I could have answered: 'Oh, I'm fine, I'm in labour.'

And this first day passed by in this way. The next day on the 5th around 1 a.m. I got some heavier contractions. I could not sleep that night properly. When I was lying, I had very strong contractions coming. I looked for comforting positions as my Active Birth book suggested. I ended up sitting on a big pillow on the floor, with a chair in front of me. My head was resting on the chair. I had some sleep. The pain was much more present on this second day. I called Laura in the morning again and she came around 5 p.m. I had no idea at that time what was happening, how far I was dilated or how long I had to go etc. I tried to identify the phases according to what I read, but Laura, knew it all so well.

When she arrived, she examined me and said that the head was resting on the baarmoedermond and the opening was 5 cm. She broke the water and said that pain was supposed to become stronger and I could go into the birthtub. I can't remember whether I actually did go in there or not. Laura also gave me acupressure and aromatherapy that enhance the birth (some herbs that during pregnancy may cause miscarriage). She was optimistic and said that I was going to give birth the same day. ...Then we waited 3 hours. Laura had another birth to attend the day before, so she was fairly tired. I was walking around, or hanging on the loftbed. The pain was painful, but I could still take it without screaming. Around 8 p.m. Laura checked me again. Opening 7,5 cm and the head moved away from the cervix. Laura went home to take care of her family and came back around 10.

In the meantime I tried so many things. I put some music on and started to dance by moving my hips around and making little jumps, hoping that maybe gravitation was going to embrace me and help my baby out. Then at one point I thought that I was maybe too nervous and I had to chill. I dived into our birthtub filled with water of body temperature. I was meditating, trying to imagine the cervix opening further. The water was hot, I was sweating like crazy.

When Laura came back I was at 8 cm. All that hassle for 0,5 cm? I was losing hope and trust. We took the scenarios into account. The first option was to wait until it opened up by itself. From the second options on hospital was always part of the plan. E.g. going to the hospital to get infusion, which would fasten the process. Even the idea of a cesarean came up, if the head did not want to sink in again. As I was lying on the bed suddenly those very heavy contractions came, I think I felt similar ones before, but by seeking comfort the sharpness of the pain went away. Aha, that was it. I had to lie down to get the final birth pain, which was strong enough to push the baby out. I read so much in my Active Birth book about positions during labour and a lying position was considered such a negative one. Not good for either mother or baby. So, my policy was to avoid it.

Another magical moment. Was it psychological that I was so shit scared of hospital, or was it physical that I had to go horizontal to get those contractions, I don't know. From about half past 10 on 5th October till the moment Timur was born I screamed with each contraction. They came about every 5-10 minutes, as far as I can remember. I heard that by opening the mouth one can also help the opening of the cervix. And by sounds, screams, songs one can channel out the sharpness of the pain. I don't remember how quickly or slowly time went. I lost sensation of time. I forgot about where I was, whether I was bothering the neighbours or not. (I guess, they did not sleep much that night.) I heard at once Laura telling Mathijs: "Sounds good." While I was screaming like this, Laura took a nap on our couch and Mathijs was also falling asleep next to my bed. I felt relieved that at least they could get some rest, despite the circumstances.

Around 1 a.m on 6th October Laura checked me again. Opening was complete. She told me again to go into the tub. I was pushing in the tub. Pain was much more gentle in the water, but I couldn't feel anything inside me. Laura asked me whether I felt the baby coming and I just didn't feel anything concerning this department. I felt lost again. I was losing control. I had hallucinations. Sounds came to me distorted and I couldn't register every word that was told to me. I was grabbing the side of the tub. Mathijs was behind me in the water. I couldn't give him any instructions. His presence made a big difference. I felt safe.

I was pushing for a while. The lights were nearly completely turned off. Laura had a kind of miner's lamp on her head, which she turned on when it was needed. In the meantime the assistant from Geboortecentrum arrived. Aafke, the young midwife student was nice. I was a bit afraid of the assistant, because we had such an energy going on that I didn't want by anyone to be disturbed. She fitted well into the scene. She got some water for me, which I drank with a straw. She had good timing for the water and it came very refreshing to me. I was pushing and pushing. I felt such a strong pulling energy in my buttocks muscles. I could hardly resist them and push those muscles that had to be used for the delivery. I was losing my patience in all this pushing, when at one point in time Laura told me to stick my finger inside and try to feel the baby. I guess, I did feel the head of Timur, but I didn't believe that was it.

I came out of the water after about an hour and sat on a special Dutch birth chair, the barkruk. Don't imagine a real bar chair, this one is about knee high and a special metal plate is under it. Laura also put a mirror on the floor, so now I could see with my own eyes Timur's head. My hope immediately increased with 200%. It turned out that there was a stubborn piece of skin across the birthcanal, which had to be cut through. Cca. 10 minutes after the cutting through Timur was there. I saw the head coming forward with every push, which was very motivating. I was very careful at the very last moment, because I didn't want to be ripped. There were only 2 small rips on the surface of front part and the perineum stayed intact.

I felt exhausted, numb, tired... I lost about 8 deciliter of blood, which made me nearly faint when I stood up from the barkruk. Mathijs went with Timur back into the tub and spent about 20 minutes in water, which they both enjoyed. After the bath Timur started drinking from the breast. I am very grateful to Laura for all her patience and support throughout the whole process. Also thanks to Mathijs, who silently supported me with his mere presence. Timur was just lovely when he was born. I had to think about all those horror stories about blood-covered, screaming babies, bleeding mother, scissors, needles, white coats and all the other stuff. I was extremely happy and proud that I pulled it off myself. It's such an empowering experience. I became a mother! I thought I was going to be emotional at birth, but in fact I was not. That part came later. On the other hand, I felt rather exhausted, and was so happy to retire into my own bed. I was tired, but could hardly sleep. It's such a miracle! My body created such a wonderful creature. Mother nature knows it all.