Category: Prenatal

periods, fertility & eating disorders

21/5/2019

"I have my period. So I mustn't have an eating disorder."

For years I thought that if a woman was menstruating regularly, she was displaying one of the ultimate signs of health.

I thought that if a woman had a regular period she must be well nourished. That the moment her caloric intake dipped below her requirements, her body would stop ovulating and periods would disappear.

That Mother Nature never lets our bodies grow babies - a highly energy intensive endeavour that demands massive amounts of resources - in a perceived famine.

For years, I was wrong.

In my time as an eating disorder dietitian, student naturopath, and having lived through an (undiagnosed but still very harmful) eating disorder, I have learnt a thing or two about periods and under eating. Here I'll attempt to bust some common myths around periods, fertility and disordered eating.

Can vegans get enough DHA from food?

4/2/2019

Q:
Can you recommend any vegan food sources of DHA? I’d like to try food before supplements.

A:
This is a great question I was recently asked by a vegan client. Getting adequate essential fatty acids (EFAs) is extremely important for everyone, but especially for vegetarians and vegans, and especially if they are trying to fall pregnant, are pregnant or breastfeeding.

We all need EFAs for healthy brain, eye and nervous system function (and development in the case of pregnant mamas), and to keep our immune systems humming along nicely.

The two essential omega-3 fatty acids, EPA (eicosapentaenoic acid) and DHA (docosahexaenoic acid) are most available in fatty fish like salmon, sardines and mackerel. You can also get these EFAs from fish oil. The fish themselves get it by eating phytoplankton, which themselves subsist on microalgae.

Since vegans don't eat fish, getting enough DHA can be tricky. This is especially true for pregnant and breastfeeding vegan mamas.

Read on for my extended answer to this question. If you're short on time, scroll to the bottom of the article for my short answer!

Baby Kairi’s Birth Story

12/1/2018

Warning: This is a happy birth story. I know that sounds strange. I also know what it's like to read "happy" birth stories when you've personally had a traumatic or undesirable fertility, pregnancy and/or birth experience/s, and how upsetting this can be for some people. Sometimes, reading positive outcomes for others can trigger feelings like sadness and disappointment, and thoughts of failure and inadequacy, before you've had a real chance to work through and resolve those feelings and thoughts. I get it; I've been there. So please gently check in with yourself now. Will this story help or hinder your personal process? Give yourself all the time, space and support you require to meet your own needs first above all else. That may or may not include reading this story.

Resting in bed with Kairi about an hour after giving birth. That was one wild ride!

It’s been less than 48 hours since I gave birth and already the memories are fading like raindrops on a desert highway. So here I am on my phone trying to capture my rapidly shrinking recollections while baby Kairi sleeps milk drunk across my chest.

At around 38 and a half weeks I’d noticed I was becoming impatient with being pregnant. People around me seemed to be having their babies left, right and centre... yet here I was still unable to stir a pot on the stove, get in and out of a car, or use a sink without having to position my body at an awkward angle to keep my belly out of the way. And if I wasn’t mindful I’d just bump my belly into things, which was both annoying and painful!

My due date was Jan 13 but I predicted baby would come Thursday Jan 4. My first child Archie arrived five days early and I’d predicted his birth date with laser accuracy.

So when this baby didn’t arrive on the date I’d predicted, I realised I’d just have to be patient and stop thinking about it. “Assume you’ll go to 43 weeks” was the wise advice from my dietitian friend and mama of two, Susanna.

Why "pre-baby body" is a bullshit concept

29/12/2017

Let me tell you a story...

Once upon a time, a beautiful princess decided she wanted to have a baby. So she instantly fell pregnant and had a perfect pregnancy where she grew a "cute little" bump and didn't gain weight in any other part of her body. Her face didn't explode with pimples in the first trimester whilst her body adjusted to the crazy hormone fluctuations, and she was never EVER a mega bitch to her husband, the prince.

She kept exercising five times a week and eating one salad a day throughout her whole pregnancy like a respectable lady ought to. Then she had a wonderful birth and the next week returned to her pre-baby body so she could continue her life as a professional fitness model as if nothing happened.

Her belly never resembled a cake sagging in the middle from overdoing the baking powder. She never once accidentally shat her pants or peed whilst reaching for a box of cereal in the supermarket, no way. And her baby was perfect and sleeping through the night by zero weeks of age, just in case you were wondering. And she lived happily ever after. The end.

...

So many normal and necessary changes happen to a woman’s body - and life - during pregnancy and after birth. And yet society and the media gloss over all the (literally) shitty stuff and instead feed us the unicorn fairytale version of what motherhood and parenting is "supposed" to look like.

No where is this more evident than in the whole idea of getting your "pre-baby body" back.

Diet culture is relentless in sending new mothers messages about needing to fix their so-called imperfections - that they need to "bounce back", lose the baby weight, and flatten their newly soft and stretched tummies within weeks.

Sadly, the way many new mums attempt to live up to this impossible standard is through restrictive dieting and over-zealous exercise, often taken on before the pelvic floor and abdomen have had a chance to repair. Neither of which are in the best interests of mum or baby, especially if mum is breastfeeding.

My Third trimester: lows, highs, and a podcast!

29/12/2017

Ok, I'm going to attempt to summarise the main events of the third trimester of this pregnancy. I say attempt because it feels like a LOT has happened! We've been camping, unexpectedly moved house, I've sat uni exams, finished work for the year, written a bunch of articles ahead of time for a magazine I'm a columnist for (to prepare for the next few months of newborn amnesia mode), and I was a guest on a cracking anti-diet podcast!

And at 38 weeks pregnant, I'm on the homerun and finally sliding into rest, nap and birth preparator mode after what's been a bloody exhausting third trimester full of ups and downs...

With the fambam, 37 weeks pregnant

My second trimester: on gentleness, taking no shit, & breastfeeding agitation.

13/10/2017

Not crying myself to sleep this time around. And with an awesome little boy / breastfeeding piranha who has primed me for motherhood. Winning!

Holy crap. I just read that blog I wrote about my second trimester when I was pregnant with Archie in 2015. And I'm glad to say, this time around things have been refreshingly different.

Why? On the surface I could say that my life circumstances are different: there are actual spaces in my schedule. I'm living somewhere I like. And I'm being more gentle with myself in terms of work, exercise, and pretty much everything else.

But when I dig deeper, I can see that things are different this time around because I am different. My decidedly gentler approach to everything is a result of my being stronger than I used to be. I don't take as much shit from people as I once did. Including myself.

How I failed at Postpartum yoga

20/9/2017

I've waxed lyrical about my disdain for the commodification of yoga and how until very recently, it drove me away from yoga for nearly two years. You can read me being all anti-mainstream yoga Ranty McRantus, here.

But the other big reason I quit yoga was this: after I gave birth to my first child, my personal yoga practice was feeling spiritually unfulfilling. And physically depleting as hell.

Following Archie's birth, the yoga I knew and loved - the dynamic, acrobatic, energetic practice full of dance and strong postures, inversions and fast flow - it just no longer... worked. It was not giving me the vitality, peace and stillness it once did.

It has taken many painful mistakes, a near-complete abstinence from yoga for a time, and a rediscovery of yoga at a deeper level for me to come out the other side. Here's what happened after I had my first baby, and how you can avoid making the same mistakes I did.

Why I QUIT yoga (and what brought me back)

19/9/2017

I've taken the last year and a half off teaching yoga. Some people assume I've just continued to teach and are mildly surprised when I tell them I'm not actually teaching. Others have noticed my absence and have been asking me when I'll start teaching again.

I know I've been especially missed by the (wonderful) AcroYoga community on the Gold Coast. The last yoga event I lead was a couples restorative AcroYoga workshop over 18 months ago. It was a gorgeous workshop and fully booked out. The people who attended were super sweet and provided such encouraging feedback. The staff at the host studio were incredibly helpful, down to earth and lovely. And I had a fantastic time teaching it.

I receive near-weekly emails from curious newbies asking when I'll be teaching my next Acro workshop or class. I politely turn them away and direct them instead to other teachers.

The best reason I can come up with for my absence from the yoga world?

I just haven't felt like teaching yoga.

And more to the point, up until recently I have pretty much taken the last year and a half off from practising yoga.

Yep. No personal practice, besides the odd yoga class every few months, and some meditation in between looking after a newborn who is now a toddler (i.e. extremely sporadic meditation). My preferred form of movement switched from pre-baby trail running, daily vinyasa riddled with handstands and AcroYoga... to walking, reformer pilates and strength training to prepare for and recover from childbirth, and to build the strength I need to haul a toddler around without putting my back out.

I QUIT YOGA. Turned my back on it almost completely. After over a decade of reasonably dedicated practice and nearly as long teaching.

Why?

Basically, two reasons:

1. Once I gave birth to my first child (and probably a bit before that), the personal yoga practice I knew and loved - the dynamic, dance-like, acrobatic, yang-centred practice that is so celebrated in modern yoga culture - suddenly felt like total shit.

2. I had a gutful of how wanky it had all become.

My First trimester... again!

6/8/2017

Bush walking with a tired toddler the day before I found out I was pregnant, at 5 1/2 weeks.

Ok, so this blog comes a little late. I'm now 17 weeks pregnant, meaning I'm well into my second trimester. With a wedding, a honeymoon, a not-really-weaned toddler, recommencing uni, and the busiest spell I've had in clinic EVER, I've been a bit slack on the personal blogs! But I'll do my best to recount things from those first three lunar cycles of this pregnancy, my second pregnancy...

Ironically, when I started writing this blog series on improving fertility naturally (somewhat out of self-interest because umm I wanted to get pregnant again), I was actually already one week pregnant - but of course didn't consciously know it at that early stage.

Wedding! + another exciting announcement...

30/7/2017

Yep, it's official... Andreas and I are finally married!

On the morning of Saturday 8th of July, we enjoyed a fantastic day surrounded by our closest friends and family. We were wed by amazing celebrant Rachel Harwood of Fire & Earth Ceremonies in a picturesque park in Currumbin, then had a lunch time feast down the road in Tugun Progress Hall.

Our aim was to have a low key, casual kind of wedding... but of course, as things tend to with weddings, our plans became a little more... uh, layered: more people were invited than originally planned, more food ordered, our park picnic was upgraded to a hall feast, and our booze-free wedding plans went out the window! But it all turned out beautifully.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts to all our friends and family who joined us both in person and in spirit on our special day.

And that other special announcement?

I'm 16 weeks pregnant! Round two, here we go.

I was 13 weeks on our big day. And the pregnancy was "planned"... but it wasn't... so we ended up bringing our wedding day three months forward so I would fit into my dress. Yes, it was hectic!

I've now posted a blog about my first trimester in case you're curious.

Here are a few of my favourite shots from the day, photographed with flair by my good friend, PT and massage therapist Nick Hart of Hartography.

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