Siobhans birth of Wulfric

This incredible birth story is told by Siobhan, Mama of baby Wulfric, who just blew me away with her strength and determination. Enjoy this story and keep the tissues close by!!!!

To tell the story of the birth of my son I absolutely have to include the story of the birth of my daughter, six and a half years earlier…

The decisions I made in my second pregnancy were a direct result of the events that took place in that first experience of childbirth. It took some months to make a decision, during what was a very difficult second pregnancy, but the decision to hire a doula became a gamechanger for me because during that pregnancy I was in a state of complete terror and I had become quite mentally unwell in that state of fear. I held an unwavering conviction that I was going to die during childbirth because 6 years prior I had experienced a heamorage just after delivery that had been very traumatic. I was frozen in my fear because I had been sexually assaulted by an obstetrician during that labor. I was terrified of experiencing maltreatment in labour again and wanted to avoid medical intervention of any kind and yet being so terrified of having another heamorage and not being in a hospital was triggering regular panic attacks. I felt stuck. I was stuck. The PTSD from those first childbirth experiences was upon me again and although the pregnancy was difficult we were both healthy and, day by day, I was getting closer to birthing again.

There were decisions that needed to be made and things I needed to face. I was cautious with input from medical staff but I was sick and tired of false starts, pain, ongoing nausea and ofcourse my unstable mental state.

The labour started two days after I decided to start the induction process with a 'stretch and sweep' at 37 weeks. I was fully aware that this proceedure may not induce anything and after feeling so completely violated during my first birth experience this was a big decision to make. At times I was so impatient with my Doula Sandy that I am certain she was just as nervous about the birth as I was. She was enormously patient, I was not easy but she pressed on in trying to remind me of my agency in each decison with obstetric staff. There was a period of time during the pregnancy when I wanted to have an elective cesarean but after spending the last two weeks watching up to ten birth videos a day, from homebirths to cesareans and everything inbetween, I suddenly came to a point where I felt ready to face my fears.

Pregnancy is a funny thing, I am quite certain the mind prepares for birth just as the body does. The pregnancy had been such a trying time in my life, with daily insulin shots for gestational diabetes, nine months of nausea that kept me mostly bed-ridden, not to mention the declining mental health... and yet at 35 weeks something did click mentally... body and mind relaxed and started to get ready! I had a support team, the hospital were squared-away with the details of my first birth and a promise from Sandy that she would be with me every step of the way.

One of the most profound feelings I had during the first experience of birth was, during and after the haemorrhage, that Death 'in the room' and feeling so frightened. I have heard other women and Sandy herself say it can indeed be felt but it doesn't necessarily have to be feared; new life is coming in, it is palpable and moves everyone involved but birth is a wild animal action! When I had this experience the first time around, I could physically feel myself falling backwards whilst slipping into a mental space of pure fear. I had quickly lost a litre of blood and the thing my spirit needed the most were hands on me, holding me, reminding me 'we've got you!' Those hands were not there! There were people in the room who loved me, people who would also be traumatized by the physically and vocally forceful actions of an obstetrician and midwife. There were things done to my body without my consent... there were people in the room who were not welcome and my baby was taken from me and away from me for over 5 hours. But there were good midwives in that room too. One who came up to me after a long-awaited epidural set in and encouraged me to complain to the hospital the assault that had taken place and another midwife called Kira who had held my face telling me I was safe and that the blood had stopped and the drugs had started. There are so many details of that first birth that break my heart and so I don't go into it all 'blow-by-blow!' But there are so many details of the second birth that are lost to me too... but that time, for all the RIGHT reasons! During labor all the right things were happening and all the good hormones were flowing and I was aloud to Be in that space.

It was a truly transformative and healing experience! I am deeply changed because of it. Breathing techniques took me into a deep trance as the intensity of the contractions came and went. It all felt so BIG... the contractions reminding me that my womb was working hard to get itself into position to push from the inside.

Inbetween contractions I tried to rest as deeply as I could, reminding myself that I just had to allow my body to do what it already knows how to do.

I moved around alot in labour, even just swinging my hips when I couldn't move anything else... it felt natural... to move into it. We are not taught to move 'into pain' in our culture. But pain as we know it and those intense surges in childbirth are NOT the same thing. Moving increased the intensity but the more I moved the more I felt my womb and pelvis do what they needed to do.

Sadness swept over me twice during this second labour... it was a grief from the first time that poured out and once it did I felt clear again. Sandy was the one who could see that some greif was coming. It helped me ENORMOUSLY mentally to let it flow at that time. I had been so afraid that the first birth creeping into the second would be triggering and even scary and I think eveyone was bracing a little incase I mentally panicked but reflecting back on it now, of course it would come up...during that unique experience... memories and sadness of the time before. And instead of panic setting in Sandy helped me to let it flow out and it didn't get in the way at all... I just got back to work.

Sandy helped me fashion a kind of pully-system with her Rebozo to the top of the hospital bed - The Rebozo is a very long, woven scarf with traditions of using the Rebozo handed down from mother to daughter and midwife to midwife. One of the many uses of the Rebozo is relaxing and repositioning mothers in childbirth.

When active labor kicked off about 15 hours after my water had broke I mainly stuck to the bed in the birthing room. Using the Raboza tied to the top of the bed I stood and kneeled, bending over and repeatly squatting. The hormones sustained such an active state during labour, after 9 months in bed I was hardly fit enough to take it on without them. The recovery from this labor was intense, every single muscle had been worked during that labour, the hormones fueling the whole thing. I did have to face triggering things birthing back in a hospital. I had two lines put into the back of my hands for if a heamorage was to happen. They got in the way and they hurt. There were regular antibiotics that I agreed to take after it had been 18 hours on from my water breaking. There was some tedious consultation every couple of hours but all up I had a major stroke of luck with who was on staff. My primary midwife Allison and my Doula Sandy knew eachother and Allison worked so hard for me to labour in any way I needed to. She held monitors to me untill her arms ached instead of strapping them to me. She turned all the lights off and used a torch when needed. She never mentioned time or examinations, she spoke to my partner and Sandy and didn't disturb me unless she really had to, she cheered me on. Afterwards Alison removed the cannulas from hands and we shared some stories. That was a big moment for me after spending the first night in the ER and 5 days on IV antibiotics after my first birth experience. There was a certain point when Sandy and Allison seemed to expect to see the labor get to the pointy end of things and the baby just wasn't moving down. I was squatting down so deep and roaring for some time that I recall Sandy and Allison saying 'it won't be long now!' This is the point my partner said he felt a little panicked... if baby wasn't coming, was this the point that I might panic and obstetricians take over. Sandy and Allison just let it be... I laboured on my back for a while and rested and then Sandy recommended the shower. Then she recommended the toilet in the hope that years of conditioning myself to 'open' may be helpful. It was! I felt my son's head come down the birth canal SO quickly it was almost with a CLUNK! I screamed 'BABY!' and hit all-fours on the bathroom floor. There were additional midvies called and Allison and Sandy tried so hard to coach me through slowing things down but I honestly felt my womb chuck that baby outta of me. The video that Sandy was so mindful to capture shows a slower process but it felt almost immediate after diving off the loo. It was THE GREATEST MOMENT, feeling the head of my child, solid in my pelvis... it was the moment I felt us as separate after 37 weeks together. I tried to hold him there and slow things down but my womb contracted and my vaginal muscles were no match for that force!

When people hear a woman speak of the mystical experience that can take place in glorious childbirth they probably don't think of a woman with two lines in her hands giving birth on the toilet floor of a public hospital, but Spiritual it was, glorious it was! IT WAS THE VERY BEST THING I HAVE EVER DONE! There are moments during my short stay in the hospital after the birth where a midwife would find me crying and ask if I was ok and I would answer back: 'I'm fine... I'm amazing... it was amazing!' It was and I was in awe of myself, I still am! I am also now capable of being in awe of a much younger me going into childbirth totaly green and then enduring the unthinkable. I thought it had practically destoryed me but the second birth revealed to me there was magic in the first birth too. I would never wish a woman to experience what I experienced but in spite of it all, the majesty of the second birth has helped me see something so life-affirming... that woman have the most extraordinary ability as the people who grow and bring forth life, that in spite of it all... I still did what I thought I could never do!

There is a photo from just after my son's birth that I think tells my story so clearly. In the photo I am exhaling and crying with the sweetest relief after Allison is telling me that, although I had torn from a speedy delivery and there was blood, there was no heamorage. I will always remember the sound I made when I learned I was safe. But there is another detail in this photograph which makes me cry even now... there are two hands... one on each of my shoulders... one is my partner's hand, my son's father... the other hand belongs to Sandy.

I had asked her to not let go the whole time she was with me... and she didn't... not once... from the moment she arrived by my side to support me, until the moment I was ready to let go, she was with me... 'I've got you!'

Sandy supported me physically and emotionally. She was practical in her support, often one step ahead, and she was pragmatic, keeping me in the zone I needed to be in to get the job done. She is a mother and a Doula, she knows birth... I believe this is VITAL in the birthing room. But the best part about Sandy being with me, was having her cheer me on! It was having a woman who loves women, a woman who respects the process of labor and majesty of birth stand along side me and yell out 'you did it Siobhán, you did it' as my son was being passed under me, between my legs. There was amazing relief and awe and peace and then there was Sandy's voice reminding what this was... a celebration!


Melody's Birth Story

Chloe writes the story of the birth of her first baby, Melody. It was an absolute honour to support this family as they welcomed their baby earthside!

In Chloe's own words...

As someone with a chronic pain condition, I don't have a good history with hospitals or pain medication. I was so scared I would need an epidural because I wouldn’t be able to handle the pain and then I didn’t want a needle going in my spine with my history of back problems. Just the thought of going to the hospital was making me very stressed out, at about 28 weeks I had been crying and just terrified of what the birth was going to be like.

After reading in a hypnobirthing book that doulas are worth their weight in gold we decided to contact Sandy. After our first meeting with Sandy my husband Pete and I felt so much more ready for the birth and my fears already started going away. Sandy provided amazing support throughout my pregnancy, not only in the prenatal visits but also being there to listen to and discuss any worries we had, and problems with the hospital policies.

We were so ready for labour, we had so much stuff ready to keep me busy and calm in labour, I had a huge bag packed and all my birth affirmations and music ready. We felt like the boy who cried wolf calling her many times in the middle of the night as my labour was on and off for two weeks and not once did she sound annoyed to be woken for nothing. She calmed our fears and frustrations as we went to 42+1 weeks pregnant also helping Pete to know the right things to say to me.

As we approached the 42 weeks we tried every home induction method available to avoid a hospital induction. We went in to the hospital for monitoring every day from 41 weeks in a deal we made with the hospital so we could push back the induction. I didn’t know anyone personally who had gone more than 16 days over so that was our final limit.

I was 4cm dilated a few days before labour and had 5 stretch and sweeps (I would avoid them in the future). We booked in for an induction the next morning, but after going home and giving the home induction methods one last go, my contractions finally amped up and they did so quickly! I remember having about two contractions at 10mins apart, then a few at 5 mins apart, and then they went to about 2 minutes then back to back. Pete rang Sandy when they were about 2 minutes apart and she asked if she could come over (since they had died off many times in the past) Pete said they would be okay, but very soon after I told him to ring her back and for her to come NOW. I was a bit shocked by it all as all the books I had ready had told me first labours are long and make sure you rest in the breaks, but I wasn’t getting any breaks! Pete quickly put the tens machine on and I spent a while just running back and forth from the toilet as I just kept feeling like I needed to do a poo.

Sandy arrived very soon after and at first I just wanted to be left on the toilet until I would get a break. Eventually I realised it was just going to get stronger and came into the lounge room. The lights were all off and Sandy and Pete were helping keep me calm through the contractions. I was struggling so Sandy suggested I have a bath. Once I was in there I did not want to get out! I am normally such a prude but I felt comfortable enough to just be naked and ended up doing my whole labour (except for the drive/walking through the hospital) in the nude. Sandy said we needed to leave if we were going to go to the hospital and if she wasn’t able to come in the car with us to rub my lower back I don’t think I ever would have gotten out of the bath! I felt like there was no way we’d make it to the hospital. Pete rang the hospital just before we left and luckily it was night time so there was no traffic. Sandy and I went up to the triage area and the midwife wanted me to lie on the bed in a lit up room. There was no way I would be able to lay down with these contractions (I don’t know how most women give birth on their backs). I asked for the gas and air and then Sandy asked the midwife if we could turn the lights off, so they moved us into a dark birthing room which made me feel so much better. I think they were a bit surprised by how far along in labour I was. I heard Sandy get the midwives to check my birth plan before doing anything.

The rest was a bit of a blur, I know there were cables everywhere; I had the tens machine on, the gas and air, they were trying to get my blood pressure/pulse, monitor the baby and give me a cannula for antibiotics (I was GBS positive). Pete then arrived from parking the car, I was so glad I had Sandy with me because I probably would have run out of the hospital after the triage room. I spent the whole time with my arms on the bed and knees on my yoga mat on the floor.

Before I knew it the baby was coming and because of some bleeding they got me up onto the bed in the same position and told me to push the baby out fast because they were worried. She decided to come out like superwoman with her first next to her head, once out she took a few moments to take a breath and I think I yelled out “What colour hair does it have?” Before I knew it, it was 11:45pm and I was holding a super slippery 9lb 14 ounce newborn in my arms. I had a physiological third stage and was allowed 1.5hrs for the placenta to come out. This gave us time to find out we had a girl and decide on a name.

I got the birth I wanted; the non medicated birth, lights off, time alone with our baby afterwards, delayed cutting of the cord. They said my birth took 6hrs start to finish but to me it felt like 1. I remember just after Melody was born saying I could do that again, no worries. I felt so empowered, I was able to birth without any fear! I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to use any of my birth bag stuff and the giant snack bag was left in the car, but if that’s the worst of labour I think we did pretty well. I ended up with a third degree tear and Sandy stayed and helped me through that time (so much worse than labour). She made sure we were all okay before going home. The midwives left us alone in the dark room for an hour afterwards to just soak in our newborn, Pete ended up getting covered in Melody’s first meconium poo! Good thing he had brought a change of clothes for the bath. We didn’t ring anyone until later in the day as we just wanted to rest and enjoy our initial moments as a new family.

Overall it was a great birth and we are so glad that we had Sandy to support us. It meant Pete could do all the practical things while Sandy was keeping me calm and then he could be by my side when I needed him. Her massaging hands, supportive words and advocating for us with the midwives really made such a difference. I had read that doulas are worth their weight in gold and I believe that to be true!

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Melody Birth

"They just slap a filter on it"- Chatting Professional Photography

Hi All,

So, as many of you know, I offer Maternity, Birth and Newborn photography.

I love it. I love everything about it, especially including the editing. This is where I get to put my own little flair on these already gorgeous photos...

Unfortunately I see a lot of people commenting on my and other photographers offers of birth photography in particular- "Oh I could just do that on my phone and slap a filter on it like they do!"

Without hulk smashing my computer here, instead I am going to explain to you and show you just how much we DON'T slap a filter on your images.

Example number One!

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Here is a our gorgeous model. At the place where I hold my Lush sessions (go check them out and book yourself in now, I'll wait!) there is this gorgeous window with curtains that are the brightest of bright red. While red is a colour I adore and is also a colour of my branding, red generally isn't a colour that looks great on peoples skin. So I took this picture already with the idea in my mind of creating a silhouette image.

So here you can see, 1- The image straight out of the camera. This means straight as I shot it, or how it looked on the day we took it. iF you were there when we took the pic, this is what ou would have seen (we me squatting awkwardly on a step to get the shot lined up!).

2- For fun I went through hall of the presets in Lightroom that I have that would make for the CLOSEST MATCH for the final image that I edited. I didn't want to put a "crappy" preset/filter on because I wanted to show you this and let the image run a fair race against my own editing!

3- My final edit... Can you see the difference between mine and the one with the "filter slapped on"? Its now a true silhouette. The light is sitting much nicer on our models face, showing just enough of an outline but not leaving her in too much shadow. I've made the rest of her body into that silhouette effect without wiping out or leaving in too many details. Ive also brightened those whites and darkened those black tones. 



So here is another example of "filter slapping", or NOT filter slapping to be exact.


Here I have done the same thing- Taken the original image and compared it to the final version. A version with a filter on and no other editing, and a version that I had edited.

Again, I sorted through all of the presents (filters) I own and found the one that is closest to the way I edited the photos so that we were running the fairest race we could. I chose that present because I love the warm tone in particular.....

BUUUUUTTTT..... It doesn't quite make the image what the final result is, does it? It doesn't help the teepee sticks pop, it doesn't create a nice sharp focus on our model, it doesnt' highlight that wonderful chandelier above her head, it doesn't bring up he beautiful greens of the trees and grasses around her.. It also doesn't smudge out that road the runs behind her or the stump beside her....

So there we have it. "Filters" vs true editing... So the next time you hear someone say that they can "do it on my phone" or that professionals just have a fancy camera but "just slap a filter on the pictures", you can think back to this and know the truth!

I hope you liked this insight and that it made sense for you! Shout out if you have any questions of you would like to book in for a photography session!

Lots of love,

Sandy Tai,

Your Ballarat Birth Doula, Educator and Photographer xxooo

The image Facebook banned me for...

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"God forbid a woman presents as anything other than a sexual being even while giving birth..."


Last night I was so excited to share this image with you, along with my words.

I wrote them up, added them onto Instagram and then Facebook, then found myself suddenly logged out of both! ... When I went to log back in Facebook notified me that this following picture went against community standards and counted as PORN....

You can imagine all of the swear words I spat out.

I then went to check Instagram, who quickly informed me of the same thing. My image had been pulled because the "bots" had immediately flagged it as being against community standards... Yet if you look on Instagram you will see babies being born our of vaginas allllll over the place..... Babies being fed from bare breasts and chests...

So.. Why did my image get pulled and what was this image?

It contained female body hair... The words includes things like "choose the amount of body hair that feels good for you, not because the patriarchy has brainwashed us into thinking we need to present in a certain way.". I spoke about how I often get asked by adult women "What should I do with my pubic hair for birth?" and how that question brings me fury and sadness...

God forbid a woman present as anything other than a sexual being even while giving birth... 

Know that my words were much more poetic than this blog post is... It had time and effort put into it... It was full of body love, body positivity and encouragement.....

So. Here it is.

The image that Facebook and Instagram didn't want you to see... 

The image that does not show any genitalia, hate speech or abuse so DOES NOT go against community standards.

Run, run, as fast as you can.. People other than men do and CAN have body hair..... Are you scared?

#SelfLove #SelfPortrait #BodyHair #PubicHair #UnderArmHair #NippleHair #LegHair


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My Day as a Wet Nurse

My Day as a Wet Nurse

First off "what is a wet nurse?"
A wet nurse is a woman who breastfeeds a child who is not her own!

I can hear one half of you gagging and the second half rolling your eyes at the first half!

Ewwww... Gross... That's so wrong!

Well, if you are thinking that then now might be a good time to bugger off as I'm a person who likes to talk loudly about placentas and mucus plugs at the dinner table!
Also there are "brelfies" in this blog (breastfeeding selfies)!

So, what was it like, my day as a wet nurse?
Fun! ... And stressful (two babies!) , but mostly snuggley and fun!

The Deal?
My dear friend had to go to a conference for work a couple of states away so I offered to babysit her 5 month old daughter, Daisy.
I have a 10 month old daughter of my own (Lilly) whom I breastfeed so I also offered to wet nurse.
She took me up on it and off we went!

I have to say, I was weirdly excited about being able to feed a friends baby.
I think it's a beautiful connection and I knew it would take a load off my friends mind knowing her baby would be fed and cuddled while she was away.

The first time I fed Daisy she was just waking up from a nap and I think she was a little surprised to find someone who wasn't mum attached to the other end of the boob!
My daughter, Lilly, soon woke from her nap and they enjoyed a tandem feed together!


Feeding two babies and taking a photo is tricky! - Ballarat Birth Support- Tandem Breastfeeding Wet Nurse

The trickiest part was trying to keep them from wriggling and kicking each other!

The rest of the day was a snuggley mix Babywearing, boobing and convincing my daughter that she had to share her "milkies"!

I was going to give a brief history of wet nursing but there is just too much to say!
In short- it's (been) in almost every culture across the globe, it's noted in many Holy books, can be found in ancient artworks and old texts.
I do want to say that although wet nursing is a gorgeous act, it has often been used in inhuman ways by forcing servants, workers and slaves to feed children who are not their own. I encourage you to do some  research to better understand and support our Black brothers and sisters in particular.

Here are some pictures of wet-nursing throughout history-
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"Wet Nurse". Library of Congress and Nurses. 1848


"Caritas"- Lucas Cranach, early 16th Century


'The Wet Nurse"- Marguerite Gerard. 1802


Mother Breastfeeding, Vigeland Sculpture Park, Norway.


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One of my favourite pieces of history on wet nursing is a text written in Ancient Rome titled Advice On Hiring A Wet Nurse.
It was written in 1st Century A.D and list hilarious "requirements" that a good wet nurse would meet.
A "good" wet nurse was described as being large formed, not younger than 20 but not older than 40 , has at least 2-3 children of her own, should be Greek, have "good colour" and have medium size breasts.
She should also not be known for murmuring or her maniacal ways!

Hilariously Soranus also explains that a potential wet nurse should abstain from sex, drinking and "lewdness" because if a woman is interested in sex her interest in the baby and her milk would "spoil and suppress"!

Very funny!

The Wrap Up?
I thought it would feel different or big and exciting to breastfeed Daisy... As I thought it was a Big Deal.
But come the day it was really just like any other day except with an extra babe in my arms!
The only way it really felt different was that my daughter has teeth and Daisy doesn't!

It felt so natural, to care for and feed another sweet babe.
It's part of being part of a tribe, a village, a community of friends and mothers who know that breastfeeding is just a normal part of parenting and caring for children

So, who needs a wet nurse?!

Love your wet nurse, bobbin' Doula

ps- If you would like to know more about the ancient wet nurse requirements check out here!

Need some support with breastfeeding?
Australian Breastfeeding Association
Australian Breastfeeding Project
Kelly Mom

Looking for donor milk or a wet nurse?
Australian Wet Nurses

Our Cord Burning Ceremony

Before saying anything I want to state clearly that this is my personal experience and my personal beliefs.
By choosing to birth and parent this way I am no way making judgements on any other way others chose to do things.
I do not believe that my way is the best or only way.
I believe that this choice was right for me in this moment.
This is my own personal experience.
I support women from all walks of life wanting a variety of births and I love that.
My word is not gospel, my word is my opinion only here as this is a personal story.

Few quick facts on optimal cord blood-

  • -Up to a third of the babies blood can be in the placenta at birth and cutting it early deprives them of that vital blood.
  • -Babies who have immediate cord clamping have higher rates of anaemia and decreased fine motor and social skills later in childhood. 

If we lost a third of our blood we would die or be extremely weak so why are we making babies suffer this huge trauma on their very first day as they have to learn how to breath and feed?
Seems silly to me.
It was my desire to have a natural, spontaneous, undisturbed labour and birth and it was my wish to let the baby have all of her blood.

So in this blog I will share personal private photos of our experience with delayed cord seperation, natural physiological third stage and cord burning.

There are a few reasons I wanted to burn instead of cut and all of them are personal, so I do not believe its for everyone in every situation as each birth, baby and family are so unique.
I wanted a slow separating phase rather than a quick cut, and I also wanted a "ceremony" of sorts to recognise how important that moment of separation, and welcoming, was.
Burning the cord also promised no infection unlike clamping and cutting.

The Story
My daughter was born quickly (the "pushing" phase was less than a minute long). She was born so quickly that we couldn't catch her so she ended up plonking to the floor but was cushioned slightly by still being in the caul (her water bag).
After the birth we got comfortable and adored our daughter while waiting for the placenta to be born.
I wanted to birth the placenta before separating it from my baby.
My daughters cord pulsed on and on for 2 whole hours after she was born, and I birthed the placenta 2.5 hours after my girl.
(Compare that to the "regular hospital protocol"!)
Allowing my daughter to receive all of her own blood made me feel that we were giving her a healthier and stronger start to life.

With the placenta sitting happily in a bowl and my daughter snuggled on my chest having her first feed we carefully placed an aluminium dish under the cord and lit our two beautiful hand made beeswax candles.
I gently asked permission from my daughter to separate her from the placenta and explained that she no longer needed it as now there were yummy milkies to be had. 

My husband and I lit the candles and gently held them to the cord.
It took approximately 15 minutes to burn through the cord, all of which my daughter fed and we breathed in the atmosphere of the beautiful moment and beautiful candle light.

The burning itself had a very slight smell (it wasn't bad or gross) and every now and again a popping noise was made as it burned off.

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The most surprising part of this experience however, was the fact that my daughters cord stump (which we kept apx 15 cm long) fell off and was completely healed before she was even 48 hours old!
Generally its expected to take 10-14 days to fall off and heal!
I attribute this to my daughter receiving absolutely all of her blood, the fact that the cord was completely empty and that we asked my baby and the placenta if they were ready to be separate.
Have a look here!

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And as always, if you have any questions for me or about my experience then comment below, send me a message or email or feel free to give me a bell!

Much love,
Your Ballarat Doula