My Big Birthday Post

Ok! Here’s the deal, my birthday is this month and I’m turning 36. That’s a pretty significant number! 18 is ח”י – “Life” and in a few short days I will enter into my 36th year – 2 x Chai!
It feels so right to be reaching this milestone at this point in my life. I feel like I have these 2 important aspects to my life.
One is my life within my family, the most precious thing! Wife to my incredible husband, I bless you all to have a life-partner as supportive, loving, understanding and giving as Yoram. Mother to five adorable, challenging, creative, growing children. Daughter and sister from afar – which is such a challenge and at the same time, the gift of having my amazing in-laws living in the country has allowed us to become much closer.doula and baby
And two is my life as a doula and birth educator. This realization
that supporting women before, during and after their births is my calling has been a life-changer. Instead of attending births on the side, just because I love it, I am making it a focus. And, instead of being frustrated at all the times that women share their birth stories with me in the playground, or on line at the grocery store, where I can’t respond to them properly or connect with them or help them heal, I developed a workshop where women can share their birth stories, and be guided on a journey of healing, validation and growth. In the past year I’ve gotten to hear so many birth stories through the workshop!

It’s a pretty exciting time! And I want to share it with you!


The Birth Stories Workshop is an intimate workshop that can be done in person locally or virtually through the internet. The workshop is a safe, non-judgmental environment where I will guide you to let go of and process the thoughts and feelings that weigh on you, while increasing the joy you feel about becoming a mom.

Normally this workshop costs $145 for the program which is 6 meetings. It also includes a private session with me, and access to a closed Facebook group exclusively for women who have been through the program.
But I want to offer it for this month only at a special Birthday rate!
Everyone who signs up in April to join a workshop, even if you sign up for a workshop starting in June, will get the workshop, the private session and access the to the group for only $55!
If your birth had an impact on you, if you find yourself getting lost in the memory of the experience when you least expect it.

If you really need to share your story in a safe and intimate environment, then you belong in the Birth Stories Workshop! And this month is the time to sign up!

If you have a friend who you feel can benefit from this workshop, you can send her this link, or you can treat her to this special program which, I guarantee, will change her life!
Don’t forget to wish me a “Happy Birthday” in the coupon code field so you can get your discount😉
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When Your Birth Story Follows You

A few days ago, a woman shared her birth story with me. (shared here with permission)


​It happens often when I say that I’m a doula, because every mother has a story. And I love to hear them!
Here’s the short version: 25 years ago she was pregnant for the first time. She read all the books, and couldn’t wait to meet her precious baby. On her due date, her water broke! Excited and nervous, she and her husband headed to the hospital. It turns out the break was not a full rupture, but a high tear that left her with a trickle, no contractions and admission to the hospital.
That afternoon, they decided to try an enema to see if that would kickstart her labor. It didn’t. So they started her on pitocin. For three days, she barely ate, was not encouraged to move around, and endured extremely painful pitocin-induced contractions. Finally, at around 7pm on the third day, she was given an epidural. At 4am the following morning, her son was born via vacuum extraction. He was brought to her for a kiss and then whisked away to the nursery where he was under observation for 10 days due to fever.
This sweet woman shared with me a secret. She said she has always felt guilt for not falling in love with her baby. The book said she would immediately be overcome with feelings of love and devotion. And while she certainly loves her child, she felt cheated out of that experience. To the point where she found herself lying about it when friends would describe their birth euphoria. “Oh yes, of course I felt that too!” She would say, all the while wondering what she did wrong.
​We didn’t have much time, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to help her process the whole experience.​
​After listening intently without interrupting her, I asked her one question. “If I were to show you​ the physiological factors – scientifically – that caused you to ‘miss out’ on the experience you expected, would that help you?”
​She said yes.
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Solidarity, Sanity and Self respect

When I read about the attack in Paris, I was outraged, horrified, nauseous. I’m sure you can relate. Because you were sitting in your living room, or the office, or you were at the gym, or you were asleep in a different time zone and woke up to this horrific news. And this despicable attack happened to people just like you, who do the things you do regularly, in a civilized country where “things like this just don’t happen!”

Except that I also felt the empathy of someone who knows what it’s like to read a news report of a bombing in places where your family and friends are likely to be and to panic and pray and be grateful that this time, it wasn’t them.

At first I wanted to change my profile picture to add the overlay of the French flag, but I didn’t, because I couldn’t find the right link. And then, I applauded the Israeli Knesset for lighting the building with French colors and lowering the flags to half mast. And then I liked some of the posts of others showing solidarity or demanding protection from their political leaders, and then I opened Google and saw the French flag, and then I opened amazon and saw the French flag, and then I got, well, actually, I got upset. Indignant, and just a little outraged.

Because here, in Israel, we also go the gym, we shop in the mall, we go to rock concerts and work in large hi rise offices. And we are the victims of terror attacks every day! On Friday, one day before the Paris attack, there was an Israel attack. A young man and his father were murdered in cold blood in an act of terror! Where were the Israeli flags? Where was the “solidarity?” Where was the outcry?? So, yeah, you could say I was jealous. You could say I was feeling self-pity and then I had an epiphany.

Why should anyone show us any solidarity for our suffering? Why should the people who go about their days in relative security bow their heads and feel our pain when we don’t go about our day with any sense of security? When we accept the condition that we’re in with the sense that we are powerless to change it? Why should anyone respect the State of Israel as a sovereign state with the right and duty to protect her citizens if we don’t have enough self respect to believe that statement ourselves? Far less to act on it.

Pretty words from our ministers, more security guards frisking people at street corners and mall entrances, but a true, lasting solution? I’m a common citizen, and I don’t have any access to government secrets, but I don’t get the sense that anything like that is imminent. Certainly not based on the precedents.

I pray for the families of the victims of Muslim Terror throughout the world, be they in France, in Syria, or here in Israel. And I pray that our leaders will have the strength, the sanity and the self respect to do what is actually necessary to protect us – every single life-loving one of us.

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Essential oils, anyone?

Aromatherapy-bottle-WIDESome thoughts about Essential Oils: I’ve been using essential oils here and there for about 6 years. I’ve tried several brands and noticed that higher quality oils have an effect, while the cheaper oils smelled nice but didn’t do much else.
Things I use essential oils for:
– helping open stuffy noses and wheezy lungs
– relieve sore muscles
– for focusing (for me and my ADHD son)
– to calm jumpy kids and help them fall asleep and stay asleep
– help soothe tummy aches
– clean and disinfect hands and surfaces
– keep away mosquitos and lice
– keep ants out of my house
That’s off the top of my head!

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So when my dear friend, Chana Hinda Frazin​, shared some of her DoTerra oils with me, I couldn’t help trying it. I am truly amazed at their quality and effectiveness. (not gonna lie, they are pretty pricey, but per drop – the fact that they actually have the effect that you are using them for makes up for that extra investment!)

There was a decent article, not long ago, about the safe use of Essential Oils, and these are all practices that I have always cautioned about in using and sharing DoTerra essential oils. The fact is that the company claims that some of their oils are safe for consumption and I believe them. But I still won’t use them internally and I don’t recommend others to do so.

So all that being said, if you are looking for highest quality essential oils that actually have the effect you are trying to affect (hehe! how often do you get to use that word correctly!!), I invite you to check out my DoTerra website and see what they have going on over there!

And don’t hesitate to contact me with any questions, thoughts, concerns…:-)

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More monitoring, less care

This article was posted on a pregnancy information board I follow:

Israelis develop wearable device for non-stop fetal monitoring

It got a few likes, no comments so far, but it was posted on a Sat night… At times like these, I want a ‘dislike’ button.

Technology seems to be disproportionately distributed in two main areas: social media and maternity care. As my dear friend likes to say, “when will the techies give up developing more ways to talk to each other and start working on developing a robotic maid!?” And I will extend that to, “when will medical techies stop developing more technology for pregnancy and start applying their energies to people who are actually sick??”

The device in the article is meant to allow a pregnant woman to be monitored 24/7 from home. According to the article, the fabric strap will register data such as fetal and maternal heart rates, fetal movements, and many other bits of information:

“Now you can see both you and the baby, the heart and all the data. What you are going to get in the app eventually is visualization that can tell you where the hand is, you’re going to see if the baby is awake, you can hear your baby’s heartbeat anytime you want. And, obviously, everything about you as the mom, if you are relaxed, how you sleep, your activity, your heart activity, everything about your pregnancy will be put into data,” he explained as he demonstrated the device for a mother-to-be, Michal.

Michal is then quoted as saying that this will help her be more connected to her fetus and be less dependent on doctors.

I doubt that. What I do think it will do is make pregnant women and doctors more dependent on flashing lights and electronic alerts than on their own instincts, training and care. I think it has the potential to lead to more unnecessary interventions, and concerns rather than reassurance and contentment. A device that allows care providers to keep even more distance from their patients is not a positive thing. Pre-natal care, at least in Israel, is already anything but “caring”. Most women go through their entire pregnancy never once being physically cared for by a nurse or a physician. She goes to a nurse in her health clinic for regular prenatal check ups where she pees in a cup, has her blood pressure measured in a machine (not with a cuff that requires the nurse to actually come in contact with you.) She may have blood drawn, but that would be with a different nurse. She will see her doctor a handful of times, during which her fetus is checked with ultrasound and that’s about it. In fact, women who don’t want an ultrasound at every doctor’s appointment are told that it’s not worth coming in at all! No one measures her belly, no one palpates her baby, no one touches her arm to comfort her or even takes the time to see if she needs comforting.

And what’s worse is the lack of continuity of care! When our dear pregnant woman shows up for her birth, she is cared for by the midwives on shift and the head doctor will pop in once a shift. I am in no way criticizing Israeli midwives. Most of the ones I’ve personally been in contact with have been caring, knowledgeable, competent providers. But they are operating at a deficit. They are working under conditions that do not allow them to connect and spend time with the birthing mothers. They have never met before the birth and therefor have only as much information as a medical chart can provide. And that is substandard maternity care in my book, reflective in a huge black hole in the health care system, not in the midwives themselves.

This device allows doctors an even greater measure of distance, and the “authority” to pronounce the needs of a pregnant woman based even less on actually caring for their patients. What it does perpetuate is the ridiculous concept that pregnancy is an illness, rather than a normal function of a healthy life. I agree that there are high risk pregnancies where a monitor like this one could be a lifesaver, both physically and emotionally, but it’s not being targeted to high risk OB’s, it’s being marketed all women, in the same category as a band to play soothing music to your fetus. as if the lovely sounds of your voice, your heartbeats, the internal slurps and gurgles of your healthy body aren’t enough.

I would love to see this technology applied in the medical fields of geriatrics, diabetes care, oncology, cardiology… situations where having a monitoring device like this would allow a person with real medical risks to live a more normal life without the constant disruption of doctors visits. Maybe such a monitor would have saved my friend’s diabetic father from losing his toe by detecting the infection sooner. Maybe it could have allowed my grandfather to spend his last days at home with family instead of connected to all the machines that were not supporting him, only keeping the doctors informed of his status. That would be progress!

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“Return to the land of your soul…”

I love this song. It’s about coming home, it’s about finding yourself. And it’s definitely about me, right now.

As you can probably tell from my facebook posts, and my facebook page, and many of my posts here, I love birth.

I love being with birthing women, and hearing birth stories, and reading the research, and debating birth practices, and speaking with birth professionals, and well, basically, if it involves birth – I’m there!

But lately, I haven’t been “there.” I’ve been in other important places, like with my kids and my husband. But I haven’t been at births. My kids are little, and DH’s job is not very flexible, and the availability of childcare is on the low side, and so I have been called away from “the land of my soul,” as it were. The place I feel I give my whole self. The place where I feel I am doing the work I was put here to do. I’ve been away.

Last week was my birthday, a good opportunity to reassess one’s life, goals, accomplishments. I can say with confidence and joy that I do not come up short! I have a beautiful, healthy little gaggle of children, I have a husband worth his weight in gold, we picked up our family from a life of relative stability and transplanted them to the place that we feel is so right for us. And I have been involved, one way or another, with birthing women as much as possible.

So the birthday present that I got from my husband was literally a sentence. And it changed my life in ways that no physical gift ever could. He said, “Ayelet, you need to start attending births again.”

If you’re not a doula, or if you don’t know one very well, or more specifically: if you’re not married to a doula, then you might not appreciate the gravity of that statement. It carries with it the weight of sleepless nights, of being late to work, of spending important occasions and holidays (like shabbat, or yom kippur!) with out me… it carries more meaning than a dozen roses, or a diamond necklace ever could. It was a ticket back to the land of my soul.

Well, the universe shifted with that statement without me having to say a word, because in the same week I got two calls from women looking for a doula. And just like that, I’m back. Back to “who I am…” to “where I am born and reborn again…” and oh, it feels so good!

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The Dangers of Sharing Your Birth Story
This post has been making the social media rounds. And it was enough to pull me out of my blogging hibernation.

This is the power of your story!

Here are my personal and professional thoughts on this woman’s very devastating and traumatic story:

Homebirth is certainly not for everyone, and no one should tell anyone what kind of birth to have. But this is not a representative experience of birthing at home. Her story seems to indicate that she did not have the appropriate birth attendants or enough support throughout her labor. I am just as devastated as anyone to read about this woman’s experience, but this is a story of a woman who was not prepared for childbirth. That is not a homebirth issue. If she had been in the hospital, they may have noticed the brow presentation earlier and rushed her for surgery. Although, it is not impossible to safely birth a brow presentation, for a skilled, experienced and knowledgable care provider.
If she had been at home with competent midwives, they would have been checking vitals, they would have addressed her concerns before birth, they would have noticed signs of distress way before the baby was born limp. And she would have been transferred much earlier on.
Stories are very powerful, as are our needs to share them, but it is very important to keep stories in perspective. This is a subjective account of one woman’s horrifying experience. If you had her in front of you and could get a lot of the details that are missing from this post, then you would be able to use this story to help you make better decisions about your own birth. As it is presented here, it is just another birth horror story to add to the pile.
What I picked up on was the lack of support she had from her birth team, before, during and after her birth. If you don’t feel supported, if you feel that your concerns are being brushed off or disregarded, if you are not getting good solid, evidence-based information from your care provider – whether it’s a midwife, a doctor, a high risk specialist, a doula or a tipat chalav nurse, then you’re not with the right provider. That is the lesson that I can see taking from this woman’s story.

The other thing that jumped put at me was that, once again, we are being given the proof of the significance of our birth experience in and of itself. Regardless of outcome, of circumstances – your birth matters! Usually this theme comes through in emergency c-section stories where the woman feels the need to grieve the loss of her intended birth, even though the outcome was a healthy baby and a healthy (or at least recovering) mommy.
This is often a reason that women seek home birth for subsequent births, specifically because of the significance that home birth midwives traditionally give to the birth experience itself. However, it must be taken in addition to professional, high quality care for the welfare of the mother and baby. Which, from this account, seems to have been lacking.

Sharing our birth stories is an essential part of the healing process. I truly hope the writer does achieve complete healing from her experience. I hope she can grow and learn from her previous birth so that she can make informed choices in the future. And I hope that you, dear readers are able to empathize with this woman’s tragedy while not allowing anyone else’s fears cloud your own decision making process.

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