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Let your monkey do it!
Taking the fear out of having a natural home birth.

First published Aug. 4, 2005 in the Missoula
Independent
by Skylar Browning, illustrations by John Kitses

What’s so scary about natural childbirth? 

 

Not much, if you let your “monkey” do it, according to Skylar Browning and his wife who experienced a home birth firsthand.

Here’s the story from Skylar:

 

I heard about the monkey early on. It was during the first trimester of the pregnancy of our first child when our licensed midwife, Sandhano Danison, was telling a story about Mormon nurses in Idaho. The nurses had invited the godmother of the natural childbirth movement, Ina May Gaskin, to educate them on how to incorporate her values into their medical practices. One nurse couldn’t wrap herself around the idea of not providing a woman in labor some sort of drug to relieve the pain. The nurse asked Ina May what she could possibly do to naturally comfort the woman. Ina May thought for a second and replied, “I would tell her to let her monkey do it.” The Mormon nurses were much confused.

“I’m not sure they knew what they were getting when they invited her to speak,” said Sandhano, finishing the story with a laugh that she shared with my wife.

 

Suddenly I was lumped in with a group of Mormon nurses: I didn’t get it. Whose monkey? What monkey? Nobody told me anything about a monkey. As I became accustomed to doing throughout the pregnancy, I asked what the heck was going on.

 

Turns out, we all have a monkey. Whether we use it for giving birth or mountain biking, Ina May says if we can short-circuit the mind during physical pursuit, we can let our inner primate do the work. “It’s a short way of saying not to let your over-busy mind interfere with the ancient wisdom of your body,” she writes in Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth. “Monkeys don’t think of technology as necessary to birth-giving; Monkeys don’t obsess about their bodies being inadequate…Monkeys don’t do math about their dilation to speculate how long labor might take…Monkeys in labor get into the position that feels best, not the one they’re told to assume…”

 

In other words, your monkey is a way to remember in the throes of labor that natural childbirth is not only possible, it’s, well, natural.

 

My wife and I must have read more than 20 childbirth books between us (full disclosure: I only read two, but I heard a lot of “Hey, listen to this…”), we participated in a six-week birthing class, and Sandhano walked us through six months of prenatal visits, but as I wrestled with my inner uncertainties about natural childbirth at home, it was the idea that my wife would just let her monkey do it that resonated the most.

 

So it came to be that after 41 weeks of pregnancy and 20 hours of slowly progressing labor, my wife was crouched in an inflatable birthing tub—a really cool kiddy pool with some sort of Finding Nemo-like decorative patterning—situated smack-dab in the middle of our dining room. She began to shake uncontrollably at the onset of a contraction. Sandhano was catching a catnap in a corner and Charlotte Creekmore McCarvel, her apprentice, had crashed in the next room. I looked at my wife as the contraction ended and asked if things were okay.

 

“Wow, that was intense,” she said for the first time in a day full of contractions.

 

I thought she was quivering from the water turning cold—after all, she’d been in there for some time—and suggested she get out. But as I grabbed the towel another contraction came, again preceded by her legs shaking in the water.

 

“Nicole, are you alright?” I asked, masking as best I could a slight panic.

 

Her face looked so focused. Concentrated. Not present. After 12 years as a couple, I’d never seen that expression before. I wrapped her in a towel and woke Sandhano. I had a feeling the monkey had arrived.

 

“What…if…something…goes…wrong?”

When Nicole and I first came to suspect we were pregnant (that’s how you’re supposed to say it—we’re pregnant—as if I have any clue), we did what came naturally: we went straight to the doctor for confirmation and care.

 

By a half-century ago, going to the doctor had become the dominant mode of childbirth in the United States. Whereas in 1900 almost 95 percent of births occurred in the home, often attended by midwives, by 1939 that number had dropped to 50 percent, according to Judith Leavitt’s Childbearing in America. As modern medicine developed and the field of obstetrics was established (mostly by men; women could not attend medical school at the time), the idea of birthing at home was replaced by the safer, faster and less painful option of hospital birth. What To Expect When You’re Expecting describes this old-fashioned care: “Instead of being a participating team member, the mother-to-be was more or less a spectator, sitting obediently on the bench while the obstetrical captain called the plays.” More recently, obstetrics and childbirth care have changed, offering more options for women, and incorporating some elements of natural birth and personalized care within the framework of modern medicine. In major cities, hospitals, stand-alone birthing centers and midwives compete for the birthing business—in the Portland, Ore., phone book, for instance, there are 16 listings for birthplace options.

 

Currently in Missoula there are only two places to have a baby: Community Medical Center or your home. (Note: Dr. Lynn Montgomery, a Missoula OB-GYN, is in the process of building a third option, a birthing center that will give women the alternative of birthing at Community or in the center under doctor supervision. Jeanne Hebl, a Certified Nurse Midwife, is also part of the practice. The center is expected to open on Reserve St. in February 2006.)

 

At first, I saw our decision as a no-brainer. We were going to the hospital; we were going to surround ourselves with the best technology modern medicine could offer, and I would wear a funny green gown while some doctor held our baby upside down and slapped his fanny; afterward I’d hand out cigars in the waiting room. That’s how these things are done, I thought. Plus, it was the responsible thing to do. I wanted to be in a hospital because, well, what…if…something…goes…wrong?

Those words echo in every expecting parent’s mind because, according to what I’ve read, childbirth is kind of a big deal. And if it’s a big deal, you don’t want to screw it up. And if you worry about screwing it up, you do whatever it takes to minimize risk. That translates, for me, to the hospital.

 

Nicole had a different agenda. She agreed to meet with a doctor who could deliver our baby at Community, but she also started to mention her interest in doulas (women trained as labor companions to offer continuous emotional and physical support) and midwifery, which has been licensed in the state of Montana since 1991. Midwifery is the practice of assisting in childbirth with an emphasis on the natural aspects—treating pregnancy as a human condition rather than a medical one. Within midwifery, there are certain designations: Certified Nurse Midwives (CNM) are registered nurses with additional graduate-level training in midwifery and associated with a physician; Certified Professional Midwives (CPM) are independent midwives who complete a national certification program; and licensed midwives, such as Sandhano, are midwives who meet certification requirements of the state. (A CPM must be licensed in the state, but a state-licensed midwife does not need a national certification.)

Homebirth intrigued Nicole because she wanted some control over the situation—no epidural to dull the pain, no inducing to speed delivery, and unless things went drastically wrong, absolutely no cesarean birth. Nicole isn’t comfortable with doctors and hospitals—she’s always suffered from White Coat Syndrome—and the prospect of being confined in a controlled and sterile environment freaked her out.

 

“I felt strongly about having a birth that was family- and woman-centered,” she says. “It’s an ancient tradition. Having a home birth allows us to tap into that.”

 

I tried to explain that the whole idea of home birth scared the crap out of me. We have a leaky faucet in the house and I get flustered—and you want our first baby born here? But I promised to be open to the idea. Although “we” were pregnant, I believed it was more important that she—the primary player in this effort—was both comfortable and safe, no matter what the situation. If a home birth could do that, I’d agree to it.

 

We still met with a doctor, and that went fine. We got the rundown on credentials and procedures and high-tech equipment. It all sounded very safe. Still unsure, Nicole asked lots of questions and we learned some important things. For instance, there are no windows in the labor rooms at Community (a new, state-of-the-art facility is in the design and development phase); while the birthing room is private, the postpartum rooms often hold more than one patient; we could use a CNM from the hospital and/or bring our own doula; the doctor was open to Nicole laboring in the position of her choice, but the final push was expected to happen in the traditional position (propped on her tailbone, knees up, feet in stirrups) so the doctor could have a good vantage point (this preference varies from doctor to doctor); drugs would be available, but it was Nicole’s choice whether to use them; a cesarean birth would only happen if the doctor felt it was necessary; and if the baby was late the doctor might require that Nicole be induced.

 

Personally, only the windows and the private room (or lack thereof) bothered me. The rest seemed pretty straightforward.

“It was everything else that freaked me out,” says Nicole. “There seemed to be a lot of opportunities for intervention and the birth may not be allowed to follow its natural process.”

 

We met with Sandhano at her house a few days later. She had come highly recommended by a friend who used her to assist in the births of her two children, and our friend raved about the experience. Nicole immediately took to being in someone’s house, as opposed to a doctor’s office, sprawled out on a futon propped against the wall and surrounded by big pillows. The walls were decorated with images of pregnant women, the shelves stocked with birthing books, and Sandhano’s cat, Sniff, joined us by curling up on my lap. Once again, we came armed with a ton of questions, but this time I found myself, the skeptic, firing them off like a lawyer on cross-examination. My first was the most obvious: What…if…something…goes…wrong?

“Then we’ll go to the hospital,” she said. “It rarely comes to that, but if it does, we’ll jump in the car together and go to the hospital.”

 

She made it sound so simple, especially when she pointed out that Nicole was perfectly healthy and we live less than five minutes from Community’s front door. But I needed more information. I asked how many babies she had delivered.

“Three,” Sandhano said.

 

Three? What the…?! Three? Dr. Phil has probably delivered more than three babies.

 

“I’ve assisted in almost 500 births,” she added as I caught my breath. “But I’ve only delivered three—my own children. The idea of midwifery is that we empower the mother and assist her in having the child. Only she can deliver the baby.”

 

She tossed out more personal statistics: she attended midwifery school in 1984, has been practicing ever since, and in the last year she’d “assisted” in 40 births, with six requiring transport to the hospital and two (or five percent) requiring delivery by cesarean section. She also explained some of the basic philosophies of midwifery: birth should be centered on the mother and how she wants to deliver the baby; birth is a normal part of life that should be allowed to proceed naturally; and each woman and baby have parameters of well-being unto themselves, and Sandhano would respect that individuality. She talked of inherent strength and the power of the human body and how natural birth, which has been happening since the beginning of time, brings these things to the surface like nothing else. She used words like “self-esteem” and “empowerment” and “nurturing.” The more Sandhano talked, the more I found myself realizing that I needed to stop basing all my decisions on fear. I needed to replace What if something goes wrong? with How do we do this right for us?

 

Not that it really mattered what I thought—Nicole was hooked. Our meeting lasted almost two hours and felt like catching up with an old friend. We wanted Sandhano by our side. She made Nicole comfortable and she made me confident. By the time we left, we’d made our first prenatal appointment and Sandhano handed us two books to take home to read—one was Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth.

“You little hippie”

The decision to have a home birth was easy compared to explaining the decision to friends and family.

 

My in-laws: “You’re crazy!”

 

My parents: “I don’t like the sound of it.”

 

My brother-in-law: “Typical. First you move to Montana, now this.”

 

My sister: “Do you think you can avoid fainting?”

 

My best friend: “You little hippie.”

Midwifery is still a relatively rare practice in the United States. The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) reported in 2002 that of all the births that year, only 8.1 percent were attended by a midwife (that number has risen steadily since 1975, when it was less than one percent). However, the majority of those midwife-attended births occurred in hospitals—less than one percent took place in a home or birthing center. The CDC notes in its report that these numbers may be low due to under-reporting, and adds that non-hospital births, like midwife-attended births, are trending up.

“As a culture, I think we should try to get to natural birth being the norm and not the unusual,” says Sandhano. “I don’t think home birth is for everyone because some women would be scared to birth at home, and you don’t need any more fear than what is naturally there. But natural birth should be a goal we all try for.”

Other countries employ midwifery more than the United States. According to the World Health Organization, nations with the highest rates of midwife-attended birth include the Netherlands, Finland, Sweden and Japan; for example, for every obstetrician in Japan, there are 250 midwives.

While multiple factors aside from birth method contribute to infant mortality, those countries also have perinatal mortality rates (babies who die within the first year of life) lower than that in the U.S.

Though U.S. studies have shown that births with certified nurse midwives are safe (most occur in hospitals), there has been a historical lack of reliable statistics to support the safety of home births. But just recently, the British Journal of Medicine published the largest study of home births in North America, concluding that giving birth at home with a midwife is just as safe as birthing in a hospital, and requires fewer interventions. The study, which included the participation of Montana midwives, counted a cesarean birth rate of 3.7 percent among the 5,400 parents monitored. By contrast, the CDC reported the overall national rate for the same year (2000) as 22.9 percent. More than 87 percent of those monitored in the study did not require transfer to hospital care. “The study shows that the cesarean rate is about four percent, and that’s where it should be,” says Dolly Browder, a Missoula CPM who was, along with Sandhano, one of 409 midwives who contributed patient data to the study. “The intervention rates are extremely low—almost no episiotomies [cutting of the perineum], no fetal monitoring, no [deliberate] breaking of waters. Everyone is treated individually, and whatever their labor pattern presents, as long as they’re within what is considered a wide range of normal, then they can have their baby naturally. That’s the important thing—natural birth can happen.”

Browder conducted the birthing class Nicole and I attended, which included only two of seven couples choosing a home birth. Often during the class, Browder would explain some of the misperceptions about both home and hospital births:

“I think a lot of times people don’t know what that means [to choose a hospital birth]. They don’t understand that the kind of care that they get is then a top-down care, where the provider tells the parent what is going to happen. Unless the parent is really informed, and can go back and say, ‘I’d rather this happen,’ then they can really be taken for a ride. It can be a ride of the medical system, not a ride of the parent.”

According to Deb Wetherelt, Director of Women’s and Children’s Services at Community, the hospital averages approximately 1,560 deliveries per year. The cesarean rate at Community has gone from 23 percent in 2003 to 28.9 percent this year, a rise Wetherelt attributes partly to patient preference. She says Community usually measures its percentages against 440 similar hospitals, which also show an average rise, to 30.41 percent, in the last year.

“We have a lot of women that come in and request cesareans as soon as they arrive,” says Wetherelt, adding that previous policy wouldn’t always allow immediate cesareans. “We are very conscious of taking the time to explain that the risks of surgery are higher than the risks of labor. It gets to our goal of helping the mother with an informed choice.”

As for inducing labor, Community counts an increase from 21 percent in 2004 to 29 percent so far this year. That percentage counts only women who had not yet begun active labor, as opposed to “augmenting,” which helps accelerate labor that has begun but is proceeding slowly. Wetherelt did not have numbers available for augmented labor, but said laboring women will sometimes receive Pitocin to speed the process or have their waters broken with the insertion of a “blunt—not sharp—object.”

While doctors and nurses are conscientious about following a mother’s birth plan and preferences, Wetherelt explains that Community’s policies sometimes require intervention.

“It’s important to note that while the technology is available, it’s always balanced with a nurse’s care,” says Wetherelt. “Fetal monitoring is a good example—we certainly use [the electronic device, which is strapped to the woman’s belly during labor], but if a woman chooses not to use it and she’s not at risk, we’ll honor that. It goes back to being an informed choice for the mother—bottom line, we want what the mother wants, and that’s a healthy delivery of the baby.”

But there comes a time when assuring loved ones with statistics, studies and comparisons becomes unimportant. As Nicole’s support throughout the process, I found myself not caring about anything other than her as we got closer to the due date. Then that due date came and went, and care turned to concern.