Baby’s First Massage classes now available! This is a great class for expectant parents…Imagine feeling confident in caring for your newborn before their birth.

Healthy nurturing touch is a building block in the foundation of a healthy family. Learning newborn massage is a great way to bond with your baby and begin building a relationship based on trust.

Newborn massage has many benefits; it improves circulation, enhances the immune system, improves weight gain, creates better sleep/wake patterns, and can alleviate digestive discomfort. In class we will discuss which oils are best for baby’s skin, learn calming techniques and practice massage strokes.

Baby’s First Massage program is about communicating love and respect. It is about listening, learning time-out cues, learning how to comfort your baby, and how to touch in a nurturing protective way.

Classes are available at All About Baby Boutique & Education Center. For more information or to sign up online, please click here. Group classes are $30 for an hour class. An in home private class is $50 per hour.

Brandy is a licensed massage and bodywork therapist, and a certified birth doula through DONA International. For the past 5 years Brandy have volunteered with the local La Leche League group in Greensboro, NC. Brandy’s passion for childbirth and breastfeeding led her to a Nurturing the Mother certification with Claire Miller. Brandy is certified in prenatal and postpartum massage, newborn massage, couples massage, and hot stone massage. Hot stones make for a great postpartum massage!

Today’s guest post is written by Dana Kroh, one of our local mamas.  It’s an incredible story to read and we hope you’ll enjoy it

I’m so happy to announce that our 2nd baby boy was born this past Sunday, February 19, 2012.  And I’m even more excited to share the story of his birth because it was just THAT awesome.  For real, it still gets my adrenaline pumping.  Last month I penned down Leeland’s birth story for the first time– if you’ve read his story, this one is going to be a little bit different.

The goal of Hayden’s birth was to have a natural (vaginal) non-medicated birth assisted by a midwife.  This post is by no means meant to bash doctors, epidurals or inductions because if you have read Leeland’s birth story, you know I’ve been there. But this post is meant to let you know that there are other ways– natural childbirth is possible, is real, and is WAY more rewarding and fun.

Going into this past week, I was so incredibly excited and anxious about Hayden’s upcoming arrival.  Those who know me personally know that I am absolutely terrible with surprises so I was driving myself a little mad wondering when he would be here.  You also may remember my 37 weeks post where I talked about things coming together for our water birth.  I had 2 lovely doulas ready for me to be in labor, the pool and all it entails, and my bags were packed.  Just anxiously awaiting the day that I could meet our boy.

On two separate occasions this past week, I had what we’ll call “false starts.”  And I’m not talking Braxton Hicks contractions– I have been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a long while now.  I’m talking false starts in a sense that I had a few real contractions, mild in pain, and then they would stop.  It happened twice and it really irked me.  They started and I got myself all worked up and excited and they stopped.  I say all this to let you know that this past Sunday when the contractions started once again, I honestly was still upset about them stopping before and shrugged them off as another false start.

I woke up with the contractions at first around 630am.  I continued to lay in bed and breath through them thinking in my mind that they would stop and I’d be back to sleep in no time.  Daniel woke up soon after that and was getting ready to go to the gym like he does every Sunday morning.  I told him that I had been having contractions, he asked how many and I replied 7.  He asked me how far apart they were and I told him I had no clue.  He started to waver about going to the gym.  My prior “false starts” were only about 4 or 5 contractions so to him, 7 was a lot.  I told him not to worry about it and go to the gym.  I insisted that this may not be real labor and that he was getting on my nerves asking too many questions. (Sorry honey, you can’t blame me for things I say when I’m in labor.)  After Daniel left for the gym, I was still having contractions and was officially awake– there was no going back to bed.  I decided to hop in the shower to distract myself.  I remember standing in the shower and feeling Hayden’s little tush sticking out on my right side.  I rubbed my side and asked him aloud if today was really going to be the day.  It was a sweet little moment, and now I know that it was a moment that was shared between us on the last day he was in the womb.

Once I got out of the shower, I continued to assume the contractions would cease soon and just decided I needed to distract myself and work through them.  I folded and put away laundry, I picked up around the house, cleaned the kitchen and even made french toast.  Finally at around 930am, it started to hit me that this could be the real thing.  I wanted to call my doula, but then I was kind of embarassed– I knew she would ask me how far apart the contractions were and I literally had no idea because I had been playing mind games with myself all morning.  I called Daniel at the gym and told him he might want to come on home and that I needed his help to time the contractions.  He got home and was 1st amazed that I was standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast while in labor, and he was a little panicked and wanted to rush out to the hospital.  I told him we needed to time the contractions before we started to do anything…. and up until this point, Leeland was still asleep so we needed to think about where he was going.
Daniel started to time the contractions which was very confusing to both of us.  I was having 1 hard contraction and then I would have 1 or 2 smaller ones and then another hard– it was a pretty consistent pattern.  We assumed we needed to time them all which would’ve put them about 2 minutes apart, which made Daniel really want to go to the hospital.  I still wasn’t convinced or ready and decided I wanted to talk to my doula Jessicafirst and see if she thought that I was ready.  I called her on the phone and told her very vaguely about the contractions– Daniel and I had no clue what we were doing so I feel like she didn’t have a lot of information to go on. She called my other doula Bridget who happened to be close by in the area.  So Bridget came by to check things out and see how I was doing.  She asked about the timing of my contractions and since I really had no idea we started timing them.  This time around we only timed the harder ones and skipped the milder ones in between.  The harder ones were consistently 5 minutes apart.

She suggested I contact our midwife/OB office and let them know that my contractions were about 5 minutes apart and lasting about 20-30 seconds.  I called and the midwife on duty, Virginia, she said that it was up to how I was feeling about coming in.  She said that 5 minutes was really good and since this was my 2nd child, she felt that I would be able to discern when I was ready.  They were gaining intensity and I knew that if it were up to Daniel we would’ve been to the hospital a few hours prior, so I told Bridget, let’s give it 20 minutes and head out.  She called Jessica who happened to be about 20-30 minutes away so we decided we would meet her there at the hospital.

During all of this my in-laws had dropped by on there way out of state, and some friends of ours came by to watch Leeland.  Daniel installed Leeland’s car seat into their car, and I packed Leeland a “just in case” overnight bag, and packed the last of my toiletries into my suit case for the hospital.  We headed out– the dreaded car ride.  Up to this point, I had taken all of my contractions standing, walking and swaying.  Sitting hurt and it was hard to cope sitting.  In the 11 minute car ride to the hospital, I had 4 hard contractions– I had white knuckles from gripping the car door handle and I refused to wear a seat belt.  Once we got out of the car, I had to fill out some admissions paper work and due to the car ride, I had sort of lost my rythym working through each contraction.  Once I felt like I had caught back up, they whisked me away to be checked for admission.  Only 1 person could come back with me at this point so Daniel did.  Standard hospital procedure was to check for dilation, contractions, and listen to the baby’s heart– standard procedure to verify labor and then have the doctor or midwife decide whether or not to admit you.  All well and good standard procedure, except when it is very clear that a woman is in labor.  I was annoyed, I didn’t want to sit, I didn’t want to lay, I wanted to stand and sway and lean over the bed.  The poor nurse that was assigned to me for this part was very very kind and didn’t seem bothered by me not being very compliant.  She set out to find Hayden’s heart beat which took FOREVER, mostly because of the position I was standing in made it hard for her.  Then she had to unfortunately have me lay down to check for dilation for a minute– she was very cooperative with me and waited for when I was ready and she checked so quickly that I’m not entirely sure she got a good estimate and she definitely didn’t know how effaced I was.  She said I was 5cm and insisted I sit in a wheel chair to be taken to a delivery room.  I wanted to walk, but she said the wheel chair would be faster and she had noted my rythym and pattern of dealing with the contractions and mentioned that in the hall there was nothing to lean over to cope.  Just before I sat down in the wheel chair I felt a couple gushes of fluid.  I honestly thought I might had peed myself– we now of course know that my water had broken…

Read the rest of Hayden’s Birth Story here.