Oh My Goodness!! So, as my husband was working this morning, my little brother drove me to my interview this morning. Here is a quick run down of my day:
5:30am - Alarm
5:35am - Hair/Make up
6:00am - Drink too many cups of coffee
6:20am - Review Notes (none of which I was asked)
6:30am - Convince myself not to vomit (I was nervous)
6:40am - Drive to City TV
7:15am - We arrived and parked (actually, we drove around the parking lot 4 times trying to find the perfect spot for my brothers sweet Tacoma)
7:35am - Wait......
7:50am - Walk up to studio
8:00am - Arrive, check in
8:10am - Pee (Still nervous)
8:12am - Wait..... We actually discussed breastfeeding, baby's, and all things birth! Good times!!
8:30am - Meet Ryan (Interviewer)
8:34am - Wait......
8:44am - Live to air........
Here is the finished segment. Please share the love!!
Placenta Pills
8:55am - Go home
I have had numerous responses to this mornings interview. So much thanks going out to all who support this and share the info. Once again, if you are looking for further information on my placenta services please see SuperMomma Placenta Services - Placenta Edmonton
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Breakfast Television Segment
Tomorrow I have a quick segment on BT Edmonton! I am pretty pumped. I am pretty nervous as well. I have never done anything like this, so I am as confused on what I am to wear to what info is really important! There is so much I can say about what placentas have done over the past 1000 years, and what they currently do.
I need to breath. One breath at a time. I am excited to say also that one of my recent clients will be on the show as well with her 6 week old. It is going to be wonderful to have support there.
I am hoping that bringing it to television media will help our local mothers learn more on what placenta encapsulation is all about. And, more so, to show the public that it is not a gross thing, to take some of the taboo away from it. Education is key!
I will also be bringing along sample capsules and art. I think promoting the beauty of the placenta will also open peoples eyes regarding how sacred this process is.
Anyways, I will hopefully be able to post a link to the segment tomorrow. And I will catch you up on just how great it was (fingers crossed).
Here is a link to BT in case you're wondering. The segment starts at 8:40am!!
I need to breath. One breath at a time. I am excited to say also that one of my recent clients will be on the show as well with her 6 week old. It is going to be wonderful to have support there.
I am hoping that bringing it to television media will help our local mothers learn more on what placenta encapsulation is all about. And, more so, to show the public that it is not a gross thing, to take some of the taboo away from it. Education is key!
I will also be bringing along sample capsules and art. I think promoting the beauty of the placenta will also open peoples eyes regarding how sacred this process is.
Anyways, I will hopefully be able to post a link to the segment tomorrow. And I will catch you up on just how great it was (fingers crossed).
Here is a link to BT in case you're wondering. The segment starts at 8:40am!!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
A Letter to My Oldest
I have to start off by saying a happy belated birthday to my oldest daughter. My oldest child actually. Her birthday was last week, she turned 14. Fourteen! I have a 14 year old. It baffles me still. And it boggled me when she turned 10, and it stunned me at 5... It goes on. I never thought about her growing up when she was born, I never thought she would be such a wonderful young women, and I never thought she would be my best friend.
Don't get me wrong, I do have other "best friends",my mother, my high school class mates, my random chance/instant connections, and of course, my husband. But, really, when it comes right down to it, my daughter really gets me. When I am having a bad day, she has always been able to tell me to smile, and get over it. With a hug. When I'm being a bitch, she tells me, and always has. And, when I have over stepped my parental boundaries, she will let me know. When we have an argument, we really have an argument. We yell, and we've slapped each other, and we've done the silent treatment, and then we've cried, and hugged, and moved onto the next thing. The funny thing is, is that it has always and forever will be that way.
I believe in an after life and a previous life, and spirits.... I know that her and I have been together many times before. Maybe not in our exact relationship, maybe as sisters, girlfriends, maybe she was even my mother, but we have been together so long, that we can think each others thoughts, and answer each others questions with out ever asking them.
As I have mentioned before, I had her so very young. I don't think we ever really had a traditional mother/daughter relationship. As a baby I consulted her on everything, what clothes she would wear, what crayons she wanted, what stories she liked, what meals I made, what guys I dated. I think with how busy life gets being a grown up, we as parents don't always stop to think of what our children prefer or think about. With Winnie, she was my everything, and I wanted her to know how special she was, so she had input on everything. I only had her.
I guess, getting back to the purpose of this post, is, with having her, there are so many things I never thought I would do. I never thought I would get an education, I had to. I never thought I would fall in love again, I have. I never thought I would be a good mother, I am, and I have four children now to be a good mother for.
Winnie may not realize it, but when I talk about mothers being strong, and how women need more support, and how families should work together, and how there are so many ways for mothers to bond with their newborns, and about birthing and breastfeeding and positive postpartums, I do it for her. I want her to understand how all these things make life valuable. How all these things can make the future a brighter place, is for her.
Really though, for now, all these things are small, compared to glancing at my daughter, from the corner of my eye, and seeing her help her siblings. And even smaller, is the quiet times we now get together. The serious conversations we have watching 1980's Degrassi, and the laughs we share while playing cards. It's all the small things that make it so very good.
Don't get me wrong, I do have other "best friends",my mother, my high school class mates, my random chance/instant connections, and of course, my husband. But, really, when it comes right down to it, my daughter really gets me. When I am having a bad day, she has always been able to tell me to smile, and get over it. With a hug. When I'm being a bitch, she tells me, and always has. And, when I have over stepped my parental boundaries, she will let me know. When we have an argument, we really have an argument. We yell, and we've slapped each other, and we've done the silent treatment, and then we've cried, and hugged, and moved onto the next thing. The funny thing is, is that it has always and forever will be that way.
I believe in an after life and a previous life, and spirits.... I know that her and I have been together many times before. Maybe not in our exact relationship, maybe as sisters, girlfriends, maybe she was even my mother, but we have been together so long, that we can think each others thoughts, and answer each others questions with out ever asking them.
As I have mentioned before, I had her so very young. I don't think we ever really had a traditional mother/daughter relationship. As a baby I consulted her on everything, what clothes she would wear, what crayons she wanted, what stories she liked, what meals I made, what guys I dated. I think with how busy life gets being a grown up, we as parents don't always stop to think of what our children prefer or think about. With Winnie, she was my everything, and I wanted her to know how special she was, so she had input on everything. I only had her.
I guess, getting back to the purpose of this post, is, with having her, there are so many things I never thought I would do. I never thought I would get an education, I had to. I never thought I would fall in love again, I have. I never thought I would be a good mother, I am, and I have four children now to be a good mother for.
Winnie may not realize it, but when I talk about mothers being strong, and how women need more support, and how families should work together, and how there are so many ways for mothers to bond with their newborns, and about birthing and breastfeeding and positive postpartums, I do it for her. I want her to understand how all these things make life valuable. How all these things can make the future a brighter place, is for her.
Really though, for now, all these things are small, compared to glancing at my daughter, from the corner of my eye, and seeing her help her siblings. And even smaller, is the quiet times we now get together. The serious conversations we have watching 1980's Degrassi, and the laughs we share while playing cards. It's all the small things that make it so very good.
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| Feb 2012 I love you my Angel!! |
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Share Some Placenta Love
As I was getting ready for bed last night, and checking the Facebook world, I noticed an alarming thing; more and more people are getting their placenta pictures removed. WTF. What is so seriously wrong with people that a natural, beautiful part of life, is also now being sensored. I love placentas! If you have ever had the chance to hold one, you would be awestruck at the simplistic beauty. The colours are vibrant, reds and blues. The stretching of veins and arteries from the cord insertion, sprawling across the organ, as if reaching to grow and inspire and give life. Who are we to hide that? The birth of your child will be the most memorable and life altering experience that you will ever take part in, and to me, it only makes sense to be a little humbled by the placenta that kept that child alive. Many cultures honour and revere the placenta, even being considered the baby's protector. How, when we try to post one little picture, are we being obscene, vulgar or violent?
But, before I start my point, please stop by and sign this petition to facebook. This was started by PBi founder, Jodi Selander.
I have to send much love to these beautiful blogs/pages Mrs. BWF, Job Description: Mommy & Earthside Birth Phography. They are just some of the few that have had pictures deleted &/or been "banned" from facebook.
Now, as I am of a curious nature, I want to play a little game, to see why these pictures are being deleted. I want to see if we can find the vulgarity in them.
That's my two cents. Thanks for listening.
Oh, before I forget, I have one more photo to show you. I think this one will be the kicker, it will definetly be the one to prove that your baby's lifeline is violent.
But, before I start my point, please stop by and sign this petition to facebook. This was started by PBi founder, Jodi Selander.
I have to send much love to these beautiful blogs/pages Mrs. BWF, Job Description: Mommy & Earthside Birth Phography. They are just some of the few that have had pictures deleted &/or been "banned" from facebook.
Now, as I am of a curious nature, I want to play a little game, to see why these pictures are being deleted. I want to see if we can find the vulgarity in them.
Let's start with this one. Tell me what is gross about this?
Wait, maybe I missed something. Maybe I am blinded by the limbs of love crawling over the surface. Let's try another picture.
Mmmmmmm, well, maybe the blood could be a little alarming. Although, I think I've seen more blood from a cat scratch or a pound of raw hamburger. Ok, and I know I'm a little biased. I see beauty. Let's give this shot a go, I mean, there has to be something obscene or else pictures wouldn't be getting deleted, and people wouldn't be getting banned. Right?
Nope, sorry, I still don't get it. Oh well. I don't think I care to get it. I do care, though, to show support for the people out there who have been "banned" for showing pictures, the people who have had their precious pictures deleted, and for all the mothers, fathers, families & birth professionals who want to promote healthy birthing practices by showing the placenta.
That's my two cents. Thanks for listening.
Oh, before I forget, I have one more photo to show you. I think this one will be the kicker, it will definetly be the one to prove that your baby's lifeline is violent.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
My First Published Article & I Turned 30!!
Okay, so as I mentioned a few weeks back, I am being published in a local mag. Urban Infant to be exact. So, I figure why not put it on here. Here is a link to the article, page 11. Urban Infant Winter 2012 Let me know what you think.
Now on to a little more fun stuff!
Jan 8th, I turned 30! I was anxious and excited all at the same time for this. I am not good with my birthdays.
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I was a young mother, and enjoyed very much being a young mother, after I had come to grips with it. Being a young mother is difficult. Actually, let me rephrase, it is different. My oldest arrived 3 weeks after my 16th birthday. I had a lot to overcome, to "prove" that I was a good and competent mother. There are struggles with being a young parent that, when you are 25 you never need to think of.
However, when you are 25, you also have challenges. You are still coming to terms with your body, your self worth in society, and within yourself. Many people at 25 are only starting a family, just figuring out where life is taking them, just finding a compatible mate!
For me, today, I am excited! I honestly, woke up on my birthday, feeling wonderful. I am so excited to be in an age and country where I can do anything, and I am at an age where I really feel that I can do everything.
My placenta business is doing fabulous. I am overwhelmed with all the positive feedback that I have gotten from clients. And, more over, something the people who contact me don't realize, is that from each placenta I do, I feel honoured.
I am confident. I am confident to know that it is OK for me to make mistakes, to own my limitations. I am confident to know that when I make mistakes, I will learn by them. I am confident in my mothering "skills", even though I don't always know what I am doing..... I think most importantly, I am confident, that life will always be alright.
Now on to a little more fun stuff!
Jan 8th, I turned 30! I was anxious and excited all at the same time for this. I am not good with my birthdays.
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I was a young mother, and enjoyed very much being a young mother, after I had come to grips with it. Being a young mother is difficult. Actually, let me rephrase, it is different. My oldest arrived 3 weeks after my 16th birthday. I had a lot to overcome, to "prove" that I was a good and competent mother. There are struggles with being a young parent that, when you are 25 you never need to think of.
However, when you are 25, you also have challenges. You are still coming to terms with your body, your self worth in society, and within yourself. Many people at 25 are only starting a family, just figuring out where life is taking them, just finding a compatible mate!
For me, today, I am excited! I honestly, woke up on my birthday, feeling wonderful. I am so excited to be in an age and country where I can do anything, and I am at an age where I really feel that I can do everything.
My placenta business is doing fabulous. I am overwhelmed with all the positive feedback that I have gotten from clients. And, more over, something the people who contact me don't realize, is that from each placenta I do, I feel honoured.
I am confident. I am confident to know that it is OK for me to make mistakes, to own my limitations. I am confident to know that when I make mistakes, I will learn by them. I am confident in my mothering "skills", even though I don't always know what I am doing..... I think most importantly, I am confident, that life will always be alright.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Body Image
Well, I guess, I'm in a funny mood today. Or, rather over the last while. I haven't had one good thought to stream out of my head in a coherent fashion. So, I haven't posted in a while. Today, however, I feel a little inspired, thanks to my Wii Fit.
I try everyday to hop on the thing. Just to see how well I am doing. Or not doing. I hate it. I hate getting on it, it telling me to stay still, it analysing me, and how I get so disappointed when it tells me I've gained 2oz and then asks me to explain why I've gained 2 damn oz. Probably cause I ate too many fricken cookies, or didn't eat enough fiber to combat the cookies. And all for what? Why do I really care what it says?
Probably, because, over the years I've had too many assholes (read: media, family, friends, exes.....) in my life convincing me that my weight will make me a good, happy, beautiful person.
I have 4 children, three of which are girls. How do I show them that I am a good, strong, intelligent women, when what I show them revolves around how big my thighs look in yoga pants. First off, no one looks good in yoga pants. Sorry, no one. I really don't care if you can run a marathon, and have been training your entire life, yoga pants leave nothing to the imagination, and should be worn around the house only. I'm sure, some look better than others in yoga pants, but it should not be considered dress up attire. Never the less, what is it that I teach my girls? I believe that I try and teach them to live a healthy life, that they are smart, and beautiful for what ever they are. But, how stupid is that when my focus, for so many years of my life, has been to be skinny.
Not many people know, but when my husband met me almost 12 years ago, I was very small, like gross small. I was bulimic, actually. And, still, I remember way back when, that I would look in the mirror, and see fat. I look at those pics now, and see a sick little girl. I was only 18. If, I hadn't met my husband way back then, I don't know if I would have ever gotten over it. He loved me, for whatever reason, for whatever way I was. And, has since seen me through many a pant size, without complaint.
I have realized over the last year though, that my body, is perfect. I still like to exercise, and I would love to tone up a bit, but otherwise, I am what I am meant to be. I want to be strong enough to play with my kids. Which, in all honesty is more about gaining marathon like endurance.
I am not a swimmer, and do not like swim suits. However, I must brag a little, I bought one this summer, AND wore it to the beach!! My kids were so excited to have me by the water with them. It was something I totally took for granted, and never realised how much I had missed. It was always Daddy with them, I usually just hung out on the sidelines. I completely forgot about trying to suck in! I enjoyed my children. My hubby later told me he was proud that I had come out with them. He said "the kids really loved having you play today. They don't ever look at you and think fat, they look at you and think "Mommy"". And, that was so right. Your children will never look at you in a negative way, until you start to ingrain in them negative thoughts.
I feel, like, we should be teaching our children more about being a considerate person to others, and less about what the new spring fashion is going to be. My girls love to play dress up, and they love to have their nails painted, but that's fine, I think. They understand that you can live life without it. And, it's not just about teaching our daughters to love themselves. It's about teaching our sons to be respectful, and to love how they are too. I am hoping my boy grows up to be a man much like his father.
I will still get on the Wii. But, I don't put as much faith in as I used too. I have never really been over weight, as with most women who put undue stress on themselves. I have no idea what it is like to be to an unhealthy point. With kids though, we should all try and lead by example. We don't need to be on the cover of a magazine to be a good role model.
I try everyday to hop on the thing. Just to see how well I am doing. Or not doing. I hate it. I hate getting on it, it telling me to stay still, it analysing me, and how I get so disappointed when it tells me I've gained 2oz and then asks me to explain why I've gained 2 damn oz. Probably cause I ate too many fricken cookies, or didn't eat enough fiber to combat the cookies. And all for what? Why do I really care what it says?
Probably, because, over the years I've had too many assholes (read: media, family, friends, exes.....) in my life convincing me that my weight will make me a good, happy, beautiful person.
I have 4 children, three of which are girls. How do I show them that I am a good, strong, intelligent women, when what I show them revolves around how big my thighs look in yoga pants. First off, no one looks good in yoga pants. Sorry, no one. I really don't care if you can run a marathon, and have been training your entire life, yoga pants leave nothing to the imagination, and should be worn around the house only. I'm sure, some look better than others in yoga pants, but it should not be considered dress up attire. Never the less, what is it that I teach my girls? I believe that I try and teach them to live a healthy life, that they are smart, and beautiful for what ever they are. But, how stupid is that when my focus, for so many years of my life, has been to be skinny.
Not many people know, but when my husband met me almost 12 years ago, I was very small, like gross small. I was bulimic, actually. And, still, I remember way back when, that I would look in the mirror, and see fat. I look at those pics now, and see a sick little girl. I was only 18. If, I hadn't met my husband way back then, I don't know if I would have ever gotten over it. He loved me, for whatever reason, for whatever way I was. And, has since seen me through many a pant size, without complaint.
I have realized over the last year though, that my body, is perfect. I still like to exercise, and I would love to tone up a bit, but otherwise, I am what I am meant to be. I want to be strong enough to play with my kids. Which, in all honesty is more about gaining marathon like endurance.
I am not a swimmer, and do not like swim suits. However, I must brag a little, I bought one this summer, AND wore it to the beach!! My kids were so excited to have me by the water with them. It was something I totally took for granted, and never realised how much I had missed. It was always Daddy with them, I usually just hung out on the sidelines. I completely forgot about trying to suck in! I enjoyed my children. My hubby later told me he was proud that I had come out with them. He said "the kids really loved having you play today. They don't ever look at you and think fat, they look at you and think "Mommy"". And, that was so right. Your children will never look at you in a negative way, until you start to ingrain in them negative thoughts.
I feel, like, we should be teaching our children more about being a considerate person to others, and less about what the new spring fashion is going to be. My girls love to play dress up, and they love to have their nails painted, but that's fine, I think. They understand that you can live life without it. And, it's not just about teaching our daughters to love themselves. It's about teaching our sons to be respectful, and to love how they are too. I am hoping my boy grows up to be a man much like his father.
I will still get on the Wii. But, I don't put as much faith in as I used too. I have never really been over weight, as with most women who put undue stress on themselves. I have no idea what it is like to be to an unhealthy point. With kids though, we should all try and lead by example. We don't need to be on the cover of a magazine to be a good role model.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Excited!!!
Okay, so this past week, I got a call from a local pregnancy to toddler hood magazine. I got a call to do a short article on placenta and it's benefits and on all the blessings that come with working with them. I am so excited!!My dilemma, it has to be done and submitted by December 2. And it has to be kept under 600 words. Which, is not too bad, but I have no idea how to fit all of the joys, and benefits, beauty, and love into it! Aaaggghhhhhhhhh!
I haven't started yet, I don't know where to start. I am just so excited that I will be published on something I love. I love to write anyways, and often enough I do so out of the need to put my thoughts into sentences. The problem with my sentences is that, I'm sure, they don't always make sense to the general populous. I want to make sure that this article makes a statement that other people are interested and educated from it.
Well, I suppose, if I am to accomplish my goal, I should get started. If anyone has any ideas on what they want to really know, please let me know!!
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