Archive | March, 2011

My first week with Herbalife

31 Mar

shakeSo I started Herbalife last week as I’ve been super keen to shift some of this baby weight. Because I’m still healing from my C-section (and now my stupid back) the gym isn’t exactly an option to me so I HAVE to start with my nutrition. The problem is since I’m taking care of a baby the last thing on my mind is my nutrition. Either I’ll snack in front of the TV mindless;y or I’ll just completely forget to eat it and then gorge out on food at dinner. Thus enters Herbalife!

In a nutshell Herbalife is a powder that you mix with some sort of liquid (be it milk, soya, juice) creating a shake that you then drink as your meal. There are many different ways to use Herbalife. Some people use it to lose weight, others to maintain and notably lots of athletes use it while training as an athlete will need to consume upwards to 3000-4000 calories on any give day. Herbalife offers that to them in an easy, nutritious, yummy way. For me obviously I’m going the losing weight route. Which requires me to replace two of my meals with these shakes. Then I have a well balanced dinner, carbs and all (Yummy potatoes!). In between my meals if I’m feeling hungry I can snack on all the fruits and vegetables I want.

I’ll be talking more about Herbalife over the course of the next months as I try it out and use up the products I have but for let me just say I’m loving it. I was definitely hungry in the beginning. No matter how much they claim it will keep you full if you are a big girl like me… nothing keeps you full. The great thing is by the end of the week I noticed I needed less in between my shakes, which means my stomach is definitely shrinking! And to top it all off I lost 6 lbs! (I’m keeping track of my new weight loss goals in the My Progress link up top.)

*Pictured is a shake I made with Apple juice, strawberries, ice and the vanilla flavour.

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Pain in the back

29 Mar

I threw out my back Sunday afternoon while hanging up laundry, of all things! It was horrible though cause I had brought Phoebe down with me (I put her down on this inflatable donut thing we have) and so couldn’t bend down to bring her back up the stairs. So I had to leave my poor crying baby down in the communal garden (we live in a flat) while I struggled up the steps crying for Mr.notsoChubby to go get her. So then I was stuck in bed for a few days in extreme pain.

This happened to me a few years ago so at least I knew how to handle it a bit better. I think because of all my knowledge I managed to ease the pain off a bit faster than last time. Either that or these are really good pain meds! hahaha. At least I’m sitting up today. FINALLY I’m off my damn back.

I get to go see a chiropractor today. WOO!! Mr.nsc has Bupa at work so I gave them a call to see if they would cover a chiro if I have a back injury and they said they would. I just had to get a referral from my GP and find a chiro in the area that was free. Check and Check! I’m getting a bit giddy at the thought of getting all cracked. mmmmmmmmmmm

How I felt about transferring into hospital

18 Mar

Another question I was asked:

Can I ask you a frank question? Feel free to say if you don’t want to answer. Given that in the end your transfer was necessary, how did you feel about it? I mean setting aside that it was a horrid traumatic experience, did you feel reconciled with it because of the circumstances? I hope you know what I mean, this reads very badly to me but I don’t know how to better word it! I am hoping that if there is a true reason I can be ok with it even if I am devastated with the way the birth went overall. I mean, I don’t want to feel ‘it shouldn’t have been this way’ and all those terrible feelings of regret that I have associated with my son’s birth. Does that make any sense at all?

Hmmm interesting question. Well for me it’s a bit different because the very first transfer was my decision and my choice. I had been labouring for 12 hours at home with just gas and air. Contractions 3 every 10 min the whole time and finally just cracked. I was only 2cm and my only hope was to be 3cm by the time I got to the hospital so I could have the epi. The whole ride to the hospital I mourned my home birth. I cried not because of the pain but because I felt like my body was failing me and I was failing my baby.

Once I was in the hospital things got really intense (coming every 2 min).  It was so interesting standing there fighting for my right to HAVE an internal and then an epi as opposed to fighting against them like I thought I would. They checked me and I was still only 2cm. At this point I broke down and oddly so did my body, with the next few hours it just shut down. So I stayed the night with nothing more than maybe one contraction an hour. So in the morning time DH and I decided we wanted to go back home and give it another try.

I explain all this because when I had to transfer the second time and all the shit hit the fan I wasn’t upset about not getting my home birth. When so many people tell me “I’m so sorry you didn’t get your home birth” it upsets me so much. It’s hard to explain that the trauma didn’t take away my home birth, I already did that 40 hours ago when I decided to go in. The trauma took away my birth experience. It took away those precious first minutes and hours with my baby girl. It took away my ability to believe in my body.

In the end though the greatest thing I look back on with fondness is MY control over every situation. I feel that alone is helping the healing process. I think this is the question your asking. When I hear people’s stories like yourself’s and Chuck’s I realize where most of your anguish comes from (i could be wrong here though) is the lack of control that’s felt. The midwives and doctors simply took over and in the end you felt everything happens to you as opposed to having control. Even though I had this horrific experience happen to me I made each and every decision. I decided I wanted the Epi, I decided I wanted the section after much talking to the Doctor. My sister says she was impressed with me. She watched me in so much pain actually discussing my options with the consultant as opposed to just signing away my life to them.

There were a few midwives who made me feel that the reason I was in the hospital and in so much pain was because I chose a home birth in the first place. One such midwife was assigned to me. I told her she had no right to speak or treat me like that. That not only is there no reasoning behind what she said, if for some reason there was, it’s the last thing a woman in so much distress mentally and physically needs to hear! Luckily she was finishing her shift just then but if she wasn’t we would have asked for a new midwife. And I am sending in an official complaint about her. She will never act like this to another woman if I can help it.

To sum up! Speak up for what you want. Don’t think just because you’ve transferred you have now given up your freedom of choice. Concentrate through what you’re going through and make those tough decisions. In the end you’ll heal faster. Not having anyone else to blame but yourself allows you to forgive the person you blame faster.

Sorry I couldn’t fully answer your question and that I wrote a novel! I just felt like to give you an honest answer that makes sense you needed a bit of background.

The opposite of natural

17 Mar

While having a discussion with a woman about childbirth she said the following comment.

Labour only hurts as much as you believe it to hurt, and if you expect it to feel like the worst pain you’ve ever felt, it’ll become the worst pain you’ve ever felt.

 

Where as I have agreed with everything else she said up to this point I just wanted point out to her that last bit she mentioned isn’t always the case.  I am a 100% advocate for women birthing naturally.  I myself planned a home waterbirth, along with attending hypnobirthing classes to be sure I was in control of my body and trusted my body and baby to birth naturally.   I fully prepared myself that labouring would only be painful if I allowed it to be.  So it was a HUGE shock to me that no matter how much I relaxed, no matter how many times I listened to my relaxations, and no matter how much I tried to breath in my clary sage oil the pain was NOT going away.  It was by far the worst pain I’ve ever felt.

My biggest issue with pain relief at the moment is that they don’t give it to women when they ask.  They paint a picture that all women are the same and so if one women is at 2cm her pain obviously can’t be strong enough to be given anything and she is just a baby.  This is what gets me most and I don’t want women to go away from that comment thinking that just because they DID feel pain they were weak or over dramatic.  It’s just not the case.  Some women DO feel pain, and they feel it intensely.  These women should be taken more seriously and if they want pain relief, should be given it.

As a natural momma I fight all the time for women not to get all tied up with the numbers game.  To not allow hospitals and doctors to force things on them simply because they’re not progressing.  But on the other side of things women shouldn’t be denied anything because they’re not following this cookie cutter way a woman should be labouring.

1 month!

16 Mar

Oh also just wanted to say Phoebe is a month today.  It’s hard for me to think about what was happening 4 weeks ago today.  It’s crazy to think that the worst and best day of my life happened on the same day.  I’m finding that hard to process as I want to celebrate what today is but also want to forget all about it.  Oh well we’ll be having Chinese and champagne (the bottle saved for her birthday but didn’t get around to popping open) tonight to celebrate.  So I suppose I can just have a bit more champagne than Mr.notsoChubby if I feel I need to forget other parts of the day hahaha.