Ooozing Oxytocin

Direct link : http://birthfaith.org/mothering/oozing-oxytocin

Rahsia kenapa baby suka ngempeng. Kenapa suka sangat nak BF sampai takleh letak. Macam mana nak buat. Macam saya selalu duk ulang, baby yg clingy, takleh letak ni adalah sbb dia nak duk kat mak dia. Mak kena rajin pegang baby, cuddle baby, bukannya dia nak sangat BF tu, dia nak mak pegang, tapi mak tak faham, so dia “gigit” aje nipple supaya mak takleh lepas. Enjoy reading!

Several weeks ago, I was at a friend’s house while she was babysitting a newborn.  This little one started to cry not long after her momma left.  Try as she might, my friend couldn’t console that little baby.  She wouldn’t take the bottle her mom had left either.  Eventually, my friend turned to me and said, “Do you want to try?” So I took that little baby. Within moments, she was calm.  Soon, I was able to get her to drink some of her bottle, and she fell asleep for a bit in my arms.

I don’t think my friend was doing anything “wrong,” and I don’t think I was doing anything “right.” But it was apparent that this little one could tell a difference between us. Knowing what I know now, I’d say she could smell and feel that difference. I’ve often heard and read that babies prefer the smell of lactating women to non-lactating women. I’m a lactating mother. I (or, more accurately, my boobs) smell good to babies. But I don’t think it was just the smell of my milk that calmed that little one.

Kerstin Uvnas-Moberg has been studying oxytocin longer than most. In her research, she discovered that injecting male rats with oxytocin would create a domino effect of sorts. The other rats in the cage could smell the increased oxytocin levels among their cage-mates and their own bodies responded by releasing more oxytocin. They also became more calm as a result.  I’d say it is reasonable to assume that we, too, respond to the oxytocin levels of the people around us. (Via Hug the Monkey)

I don’t doubt that the little baby I consoled could smell/sense my hightened oxytocin levels. It’s likely that my body’s oxytocin prompted her own body to de-stress with a surge of oxytocin. With her mind and body soothed, she was able to eat in peace.

I’m also reminded of a blogpost I wrote after my doula training in February of ’09. I explained:

The people surrounding the laboring woman can enter into a kind of “zone” in which their bodies start producing hormones in response to the laboring woman’s hormones. A woman in labor is radiating oxytocin like nothing else. And I think the people around her–if in-tune with her through their consistent presence–will also experience a surge in their own oxytocin levels. It makes complete sense.

You hear birthworkers talk often about the “birth high,” and I think oxytocin has a lot to do with it.

Oxytocin has been called the “hormone of love,” so it’s totally fascinating (to me) to recognize that we can literally radiate love when we have high oxytocin levels. The people around us may even be able to smell our radiating love and will feel calm and peaceful in our presence! How cool is that? As I think about people in my life, I could probably accurately guess whose oxytocin levels are highest based on how I feel in their presence. There are people in my life who radiate stress and anxiety and people in my life who radiate calmness and love. My body responds to these people accordingly. And guess who I am most drawn to and eager to spend time with?

So what can we do to increase our oxytocin levels and thereby radiate love and peace? An excellent article called “Bonding Matters: The Chemistry of Attachment,” by Linda F. Palmer, DC, shares several important facts about maximizing oxytocin levels in mothers and babies:

  • “Attempts at nursing during the initial hour after birth cause oxytocin to surge to exceptional levels in both mother and baby.”
  • “Beyond birth, mother continues to produce elevated levels of oxytocin as a consequence of nursing and holding her infant, and the levels are based on the amount of such contact.”
  • “Oxytocin levels are higher in mothers who exclusively breastfeed than in those who use supplementary bottles.”
  • “Prolonged high oxytocin in mother, father, or baby also promotes lower blood pressure and reduced heart rate as well as certain kinds of artery repair, actually reducing lifelong risk of heart disease.”
  • “Persistent regular body contact and other nurturing acts by parents produce a constant, elevated level of oxytocin in the infant, which in turn provides a valuable reduction in the infant’s stress-hormone responses.”

I think it’s probably safe to say that babywearing is one of the absolute best things you can do for your own and your baby’s oxytocin levels. As we remain close to our babies, nurturing and feeding them in our arms, our oxytocin levels remain high, bathing ourselves and everyone around us with that hormone of love and calmness. What a gift nurturing mothers are to the world!

Once our children have weaned, we can still keep our oxytocin levels high through being physically affectionate with our loved ones. Years ago, I also learned that sharing a meal with others may boost oxytocin levels, especially when you’re eating from the same pot or dish. I wish I could find the original source, but I definitely believe it. One of the most pleasurable eating experiences of my life was sitting around a table with a group of people I love, eating fondue from the communal pot in the middle of the table and laughing all night. I’d guess our oxytocin levels were off the charts that night.

Listening to good music and singing are also great ways to boost your oxytocin levels. In a blogpost about the neuroscience of singing, church music blog explains:

Singing, particularly singing with other people, causes the brain to produce unusually high levels of oxytocin.  Just to double check, I found a study at the National Center for Biotechnology Information that lends credibility to this claim: when people sing together, their brains make oxytocin, and that makes them feel trust, solidarity, and connectedness with the people around them.

If you’ve ever sung in a choir, you know that incredible feeling that arises in the heart as voices harmonize and blend in unison. Oh I love that feeling. Oxytocin rocks.

All of this makes me want to hug more, cuddle more, breastfeed more, serve more, laugh more, and sing more. I want to be one of those people who radiates love at all times. I want to oooooze oxytocin. I want people to feel warm and happy in my presence. Maybe I’ll get there someday.

Do you think you can feel/smell/sense the oxytocin levels of the people around you? Do you have any cool examples?

Mama Birth : Why Birth is Disgusting …. To Some

So grateful for this beautiful and understanding post from one of our Mama Birth mothers.  I love how she is able to better understand other mothers from this interaction.  We all come from so many different places with our birth experiences.  Undoubtedly, no matter our age, birth changes us.  Finding understanding and love for each other is so much more useful than anger and offense.  Enjoy!


By Bethany Learn, Fit2B Studio

A while back, many mothers posted photos of their births as protest against facebook’s unexplainable removal of breastfeeding and birth pictures that were often more tasteful than much of the other objectifying garbage we see on there. I’m not usually the protesting type, but I am passionate about birth and LOVE talking about my own two natural vaginal hospital births. So I changed my profile picture to this … 

labor

“This is disgusting.” That was the very first comment to roll in under my precious picture of me standing through a difficult contraction while dilated to 6cm. Disgusting? Perhaps this respectable church woman who was practically my god-mother meant it was disgusting that facebook was removing pictures like it, but I dared to ask her to clarify. “The photo is disgusting. Nobody wants to see this.” For some reason, I had a very physical reaction to her words. My fingers began to tremble, and I just sat there, staring at her unbelievable comment! This woman had given birth to several babies. She was an amazing grandmother. Why did she describe my rather modest birth photo as disgusting? 

I was hurt and shocked … so I did what any self-respecting facebook addict does: I enlisted help from my 582 friends to refute and counteract her statement by posting a status that said something along the lines of, “I just changed my profile picture to one of my labor with my son, and one of my ‘friends’ just called it disgusting. Please go respond to her comment. Is she right?” Almost a hundred responses and various viewpoints poured into the resulting thread.

“She is wrong”

“This is a gorgeous pic”

“What is so ugly about it … birth is beautiful”

“She’s just a #&*%@ don’t listen to her!”

These were just some of the responses.  But this woman isn’t a bleepity-bleep. She is someone I have looked up to. She has been on mission trips to Africa, for crying out loud. And now my friends were calling her names. Oops. Did I mention she’s also a shoestring relative? Double oops. There goes next summer’s family reunion. What else could I do but call my mom.

“Mama, why is she angry? Why does she birth as disgusting?” I felt like a child again with a million questions, just wanting to understand something that surely made sense on another level, but not on mine. “Mom, when Iook at that picture, I see the shape of my son within me. I see my sister supporting me as she puts counter pressure on my back. I see the smile of the nurse who has finally given in to my request to NOT belt the monitor onto me! But what does she see that is so disgusting, Mom?” My mother then told me something that resonated with me and helped me to understand this old, angry woman who saw birth and swollen bellies and disgusting.

“Bethany, I’ve told you about my births, all four of them. When I had your brother 45 years ago, birth was not like it is now. You had so many choices! I was amazed at how powerful you were throughout your pregnancies and births, at how you were able to insist on what you wanted. With Bryan, they left me alone in a dark room. When I felt him coming, I had to scream for help. Your father wasn’t allowed to be with me. I had to crawl into the hallway, vomiting and crying…” 

I asked my mother to please post her thoughts into the comment stream, and suddenly the attitude of everyone shifted. The younger women, including me, stopped being defensive, and a few more older women chimed in, sharing their tear-jerking stories. It’s not that birth is disgusting to them; it’s that some of our photos bring back nightmares of mistreatment and messages of Eve’s sin. 

My heart now breaks for the older women among us who were refused the empowering experience that many of us now take for granted. They do not see the beauty of birth’s blood, but we can show them. We can keep showing them they brought us into the world to bring change out of old systems. We can show them how we’ve found joy in the process, power in the pain, laughter in labor. 

Bethany Learn is the founder of Fit2B Studio, an online fitness studio that features wholesome home workouts for the whole family. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two children. Her hobbies include crocheting rugs out of old shirts, editing for indie authors, and working on “The Shabin,” an off-grid shed/cabin on family land in Montana.

Sangat menyentuh hati. Kalau kita susah nak bersalin pada masa kini, orang dulu2 lagi susah. Memang betul la, bergadai nyawa nak bersalin.

Direct link : http://mamabirth.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-birth-is-disgusting-to-some.html?spref=fb

Suami di Zone OKU vs Isteri Di Zone Selesa

Satu entry yang sentaps.. so beware.

Seperti yang di tajukkan. Saya tau, ramai wanita yang nak berhenti kerja, dan jaga anak2 di rumah. Tapi mengharapkan gaji suami tu apa la sangat kan.. Harapkan gaji suami, pakai tak bertukar la baju kami anak beranak. Rungutan yang selalu didengar dari kalangan ibu-ibu. Tapi kenapa rungutan ni tak didengar OLEH kaum suami eh. Saje korang tak dengar ke, korang buat-buat tak dengar. Kalau dengar tak tercabarkah? Kelelakian korang direndah2kan tak mampu nak bagi makan pakai anak bini..

Para suami duk berasa kalau dah kerja opis hour tu kira dah abis usaha dah.. Dah rasa dah abis dah part cari rezeki. Kalau tak cukup tu takperlah isteri tanggung. Ini la dikatakan zone OKU. Orang kurang upaya. Orang kurang upaya, eg orang buta, dia cuma bleh buat setakat mana mampu dgn kebutaan mata dia aje. Dah takleh exceed. Tapi suami-suami yang sempurna sifat ni, OKU kat mana ntah..Dah rasa takleh usaha lebih skit dah. Pi la cari kerja extra..

Yang isteri2 plak di Zone Selesa. Ada duit sendiri, bleh beli itu ini tanpa minta2 dari Hubby, betol? Rasa nak beli beg, beli kasut, bleh bali aje. Tak gaduh2 nak mintak duit Hubby. Ye ikutkan aje la napsu ko tuh. Suburlah Suburlah..Tahun depan ada anjakan gaji, bleh beli mahal skit lagi. Jadi sampai bila lah nak cukup perbelanjaan. Besar periuk, besar kerak.

Will you meet me half way?

Pernah dengarke ayat di atas. Kalau masing2 cuba usaha, mesti boleh. Suami cuba2 cari lobang lain utk cari rezeki. Isteri plak reti-reti la train nafsu supaya cukup benda2 yang asas aje. Ni baju, kalau tak se almari tak bleh. Baju kerja tu, kalau rotate sebulan pun bleh, tak ulang baju yang sama. Pergh, dasat..Kasut kalau tak 4 5 pasang, tak bleh, gatal kaki.. Ubat-ubat la gatal kaki tu dengan baca al-quran lebih skit ker. Tengok orang2 yang lebih susah..

Masing2 usaha ke arah yg lebih optimum.

Sapa ada tengok Bara Cinta Ramadhan  Sabtu lepas. Sapa salah bila jadi camtu. Bagi saya semua salah. Si Isteri salah sebab gi kawin ngan lelaki tu kat sempadan. Si Lelaki salah sebab asik duk takuk tu, asik kerja ngan orang, takde inisiatif, anak duk bertambah2, akal takde improvement.. Si mak nya pun salah, duk desak anak camtu..

Isteri-isteri yang rasa memang dia kerja sbb bantu suami, takper la.. carry on, takde salah pun..

Pernah ingat tak masa sekolah2 dulu, kita ada akedemik dan kita ada kokurikulum..Masa Uni pun, kita ada akedemik dan koko.. Saya nyer koko adalah Pelapes, tiap2 minggu sepanjang pengajian.. dari zaman sekolah kita dah belajar untuk utamakan akedemik berbanding koko, betul? Mak-mak kita akan tegur kalau kita melebihkan koko dari pelajaran, betul? Jangan main lebih sangat. Kat Uni pun saya belajar untuk seimbangkan Pelapes dengan pelajaran. Jangan sampai Pelapes tu memburukkan pelajaran saya. Jangan sampai koko menyebabkan kita lalai dari akedemik.

Perkara yang sama..Tugas utama, tugas core isteri dan ibu adalah dirumah. Didik anak sebaik mungkin, jaga amanah suami. Kerja (sekiranya benar bagai dikata,”hanya bantu suami”) jangan sampai mengganggu gugat tugas utama. Kalau zaman sekolah dulu, agak2 koko membebankan, mak-mak akan suruh drop aje koko tu. Sama jugak. kalau agak2 keja tu membebankan, sampai terabai tugas asal, sila fikir balik pasal kerja tu.

Kalau SATU tanggungjawab, iaitu berkhidmat dirumah pun gagal dipikul dengan baik. Macam mana kita nak cakap yang kita ni bagus dalam memikul tanggung jawab di pejabat? Malu seh.. depan hebat, kain belakang koyak rabak..Memang tidak dinafikan ada ibu2 yang hebat. bleh buat dua-dua (like my mom), then saya salute. Tapi cam saya ni, mmg terkontang kanting, bek takyah la..huhu

Beratnya kerja sendiri

Ada orang kata kerja sendiri ni senang. Insyallah senang la harapnya. Tapi sebenarnya tak jugak. Tanggungjawabnya berat kat bahagian yang kena fikir.

Contohnya, let’s say cam saya la. kena fikir apa yang nak jual. Kalau ada pekerja, kena fikir berapa banyak nak bayar gaji pekerja, takleh sikit sangat sampai jadi aniaya pekerja, takleh tinggi sampai merugikan saya plak.

Satu lagi yang lebih berat kena fikir adalah, status barangan yang hendak diual tu. Kalau makanan, kita boleh label halal haram. Takkan nak jual babi panggang lak, sah-sah la haram kan. hhahaha.. Kalau masak nasi ayam seperiuk besar, tiba2 terjatuh seekor cicak dari siling, masuk periuk besar kita tu. Apa nak buat? Seperiuk nasi dah jadi najis. nak tak nak kena buang. See, perkara yang asalnya halal boleh jadi haram.

Sama je kalau jual baju pun, hatta tudung pun.. Tudung yang macam mana halal tudung yang macam mana haram. Sebagai Muslim yang baik, nak jual ke? Ni la saya kata tanggungjawab yang berat tu. Semakin besar bisnes, semakin besar tangungjwab ni.

Jadi terlintas di benak saya, baikla aku sekadar mengurus kedai kecik saya ni dulu. Urus dengan sebaik mungkin, elak dari benda2 yang syubhah. Tak perlu untuk aim ada cawangan serata Malaysia bagai. Takperlu aim untuk untuk puluhpuluh ribu sebulan. Yang penting, adalah supaya tidak bercampur perkara2 yang tak elok..Sekiranya biz mmg membangun, Insyallah ia akan dibangunkan atas perkara-perkara yang baik-baik sahaja.

Kalau dah biasa menjual perkara yang kurang pasti halal haram, bisnes dah besar. Pekerja dah ramai, tiba2 datang persoalan camni, tak ke haru. Kalau tiba2 nak quit buat benda syubhah, mau tak terbayar gaji pekerja. Macam mana? Allah nak uji kita pentingkan yang mana.

Setiap impian akan ada cabaran, akan ada tanggungjawab dan akan ada pilihan. Pilih dengan baik, Insyallah akan membawa ke arah kebaikan.

Nota: Selamat berpuasa semua, bulan puasa adalah bulan tarbiah dan bulan rahmat bagi yang menilainya dengan hati yang tulus.

Rezeki datang bergolek?

Ade ke rezeki yang datang bergolek? Takde buat apa2, datang aje rezeki. Duit ke apa ker..

Kebelakangan ni ada banyak gak peluang tambah rezeki. Tapi saya cam duk setempat aje.. Ada offer dari sana sini.. Tapi saya buat derk aje.. Bukan apa wahai kawan2 yang budiman.. Ku dah tak cukup tangan nak handle banyak2. Saya bukan la seorang superwoman cam kawan2. Saya ni seorang yang pemalas. Suka merileks aje.. Tiba2 dihempap dengan keja banyak ni, haru gak saya.. Terkocoh kocoh sana sini..Harap maaf ye bagi yang ajak kesana sini tu.. Serius nak ikut tapi tak dan.

Bila la nak terbiasa dengan rutin wanita career cam org lain ni.. masih terbawak2 pe el pemalas masa jadi housewife. Haha.. Rasa nak tidur, bungkus anak2, heret tidur.. kehkehkeh..

Ada tak rezeki datang bergolek?

Ada, bleh bernafas free ni, tak bergolek ke? Tu kira dah bergolek la tu. Sihat wal afiat.. Takde sakit kronik. Cuma ada sakit Pemalas yang besar gunung Fuji duk atas kepala saya aje..Bila nak rajin nih. Orang lain bleh upload barang berpuluh2 sehari. Saya nak bleh upload satu pun lembab. Apa la nak jadi.

Cerita kedai lagi, dah ubah skit

Sedikit perubahan dah di buat. Terima kasih atas teguran dan cadangan kawan2 yang sudi membantu susun atur kedai ni. kalau ada cadangan dan komen lagi, sila la membantu saya yang blur, sbb tak biasa kerja banyak macam ni.

Semua bantuan anda didahulukan dengan ucapan terima kasih.

Sesiapa yang dekat boleh la jenguk kami dekat sebelah pejabat pos Bandar Country Homes, Siapa yang tak dapat datang boleh la jenguk kami di www.Anaqi.com, tapi banyak la lagi barang2 yang tak sempat di upload.