The Other Side of the Glass

And because I have to put something 'ranty'.

Interesting Fact : Ever since Will's pregnancy/birth ... I'm less desperate to prove my point. (dramatic noise) TILL NOW! HA.

Interesting Fact with Too Much Information : Ever since Will's birth I can run and NOT pee a little every time. Perhaps because I was treated with the UTMOST respect before/during/after my son's birth? Yes. There was no jamming of fists anywhere before/during/after the birth of the Boy. 

One more interesting fact before the rant : I just drank a whole cup of coffee with hot chocolate in it and it's 10:00 pm. Smart? Not likely. Addicted to my Tassimo? Probably. 

Onward. 

I have only watched 1 hour of The Other side of the Glass free preview, which expires tonight at midnight I believe. I posted it on my facebook profile. Twice. Why? Because I live in the middle of nowhere surrounded by people who think I'm crazy. I will admit to being a tad random sometimes, but crazy? not in this area baby. Without digging up too much crap about Amélie's birth/postpartum experience I can honestly say that I was let down by the hospital. Especially by those who told me I could trust them. Like ... where the F were you when I needed you? Corey did amazing. He immediately stayed with Amélie while the nurses/doctors poked, prodded, attempted to vaccinate and put eye drops. He protected her from things he 'knew' unnecessary. It meant I had to be left unprotected and was extremely 'violated' by a doctor at the hospital, but at least she was 'safer'. Corey, myself and our doula were verbally and mentally abused. My baby cried for like 20 minutes before someone came to 'tell me' to feed my baby. Wow. Thanks for the help. I had no idea what I was doing, but I got to cuddle her.She was kept from my room for 26 hours to be on oxygen.  Corey and I took up space in the nursery almost ALL The time. I kid you not, my eyeballs fell out and rolled on the ground a bit when a nurse SUDDENLY realized that her oxygen sensor ... wasn't on properly. And look at that!!! When it was on properly she was reading at totally fine!!!

Perhaps coincidence, perhaps God, perhaps this lactation consultant read my mind, but she came in and got shit going. The way she defended me/my baby and my birth experience will never be forgotten. Seriously. The bomb. She said what I couldn't. Can I remember her name? No. Because I'm a moron who didn't write anything down at the time. But if she ever finds her way here. Awesome, you were.

True or not. It felt like we were being punished for having a homebirth. And I thought I was doing the RIGHT thing by bringing her to the hospital. That and my gut told me she needed oxygen (which WAS true to some degree) And do you know what I learned from this entire experience? Don't have a baby in 'THIS' hospital. The fact that I felt I was being punished is true. I felt that way. If the nursing team made me feel that way ... well guess what ... they made me feel that way. This isn't a game of 'well we didn't mean to'. They did. And didn't bother trying to make me feel less than lame. And I think the worst ones were the ones I knew ... not exactly 'personally' but that I was aware of their relatives? perhaps? Because they thought they could just do whatevs.

To many, this is old news. Corinne whining. I'm not whining. I'm advocating. This shit actually happened to me. I'm not hypothesizing. Wake up! I got PPD bad! But not as bad as others have it/have gotten in/will get it.

Sigh. What the Hell was I walking about?  Oh yeah. Watch the video. Do the research. No harm will come from being informed. But the damage that will be caused by being ignorant will last a lifetime.

One more interesting fact : I forget because my daughter just said something HILARIOUS.

Introductions

For the purpose of this blog I will refer to myself as, Cea. The goddess of the prairies. Well actually that's who I am, but since most of you probably can't tolerate that type of 'outside the box' thinking, I'll just be C. That and I'm pretty sure that there is no way I can actually prove to you that I'm any type of Goddess of anything. No super powers, no amazing talents ... seriously just normal. Alright. Normal is not the right word either. Definitely not the correct description. Onward.

I'm 27 years old, but honestly lose track and sometimes refer to myself as 28, and live in Saskatchewan.It doesn't help that my husband (hereafter known by whatever initial/word I chose) refers to himself as an 'old 30 year old' and I corroborate to that by telling him he's 'dirty thirty'. Which he is not. He's 29 until June.

Also. I live in an area where many of my choices are 'frowned' upon. Seriously, there's so much gossip my ears are permanently red. Or is it itchy? That may also mean they are dry. Or is the saying about feet. I'll ask my mom, she's got all the sayings. I had 2 home births and the most horrific postpartum hospital experience EVAH. Seriously. I'll get to it, but first I'll probably post a link so you can go read about that bucket full of crap.  Post Partum (Seriously one of my tamer pieces of work) Not the one I thought I posted but suck it up. You can search the other blog to find what you need or wait impatiently for me to revisit it in one (or many) of my random thought processes. Also, I don't immunize so if you are here by some mistake and think I want you to tell me that I'm wrong ... wow I also suck at giving directions so just backtrack.

So. I won 2 babies out of those home births. 1 boy. 1 girl. Not in that order.  More about them later.

Since, as of right now, I have no followers, it means I'm talking to myself.