Breech babies

Breech babies.

What is a breech baby?

Breech means that your baby is in a bottom-down position. If this is your first baby, the baby will probably settle into a head-down position in your pelvis around the eighth month of pregnancy. This settling position is called a vertex or cephalic position. When labour begins, nearly all (actually 96 per cent) of babies are lying head down in the uterus, but a few (about 3-4 per cent), will settle into a bottom-first, or breech, position.

I’m currently 36 weeks pregnant and had an ultrasound earlier last week only to find that my little miss has turned breech!

As soon as I saw this on the screen I cried. I’ve heard many horror stories about breech babies and how you can only deliver via c section and unfortunately for me, the select few people that I know who have had c sections – have unfortunately had terrible experiences. Not the most positive stories to be reassured by.

My first reaction – apart from crying was to do research on how I can turn my baby naturally or at least get her to turn herself back into the head first position.

I then started to research as to why some babies turn breech. My initial reaction was, pending your circumstances of course, and I’m not too spiritualistic but do have a tendency to prefer ‘natural’ techniques, remedies and options. So my initial thought was – gosh what has made my bubba want to be so close to my heart?

Apparently I am partially right – pending what you believe. I was in a circumstance a few days ago where I felt very uncomfortable with my surroundings. There was a certain person at the same venue as I was who made me feel very uneasy and as soon as I saw this person, my body covered itself in goose bumps and I felt a hot flush and got a horrible rush come over me. Approx 30 minutes after I felt my little miss become unsettled in my tummy and I knew something wasn’t right. Yes she has turned herself around into breech position! Again breech is where the baby’s head is up under the mothers chest / heart.

An old wives tale is that if the mother is under stress, heartache, or feeling anxious about anything the baby will turn breech to listen to the mothers heart beat and therefore feel more settled.

After my experience I believe that this could definitely be a factor as to why my little girl has decided to flip.

So back to the research!

I’ve read many ways to try and have her turn herself back into the vaginal birthing position some I’ve listed below.

Please note though – I am no medical expert, if you are pregnant – always, always seek medical advice and if your baby is also breech, please take the advice of your doctor.

An option that I’m having is an ECV this can be performed at 36 weeks, by your doctor or midwife.

This is where you have the chance to have your baby turned manually into a head-down position. This process is called external cephalon version (ECV).

ECV is more likely to work if you’ve given birth vaginally before. Sometimes, a baby refuses to budge or rotates back into a breech position so it is not a 100% going to work for all baby’s – or it may work but these little people do have a mind of their own and may very well turn back into breech position.

An ECV may be not recommended if you have bleeding during your pregnancy, if your baby has a short umbilical cord, if you have oligohydramnios (less amniotic fluid), if you have a scar on your uterus, if you are carrying more than one baby or that you are likely to need a caesarean section for other reasons.

In Australia, 87.1 per cent of babies who were in a breech position at full term (37 weeks or more of pregnancy) were born by caesarean section. This figure includes single babies as well as twins and more, where often there is one baby in a breech position. More than 95 per cent of singleton babies (where there is only one baby) who are breech at full term are born by caesarean section.

In most cases the caesarean is planned and the mother does not go into labour, though for 20 per cent of singleton breech babies the mother does go into labour before the baby is born by caesarean. In this situation the caesarean is usually more urgent.

A review of the research on breech birth in 2004 suggested that it was safer for breech babies to be born by Caesarean section compared to a vaginal birth.

Some midwives and doctors challenge this research. They feel that a normal birth is just as safe, provided that the midwife or doctor has the special skills needed to help a woman give birth to a breech baby vaginally.

Further studies have also supported the view that where there are experienced doctors available and strict guidelines applied, vaginal birth can be as safe as caesarean birth.

There is also no evidence that the way a term breech baby is born has any effect on his long term health.

A few other methods that I’ve read about to try are :

Bring your knee’s-to-chest position by kneeling on your bed or on the floor with your bottom in the air and your hips flexed at slightly more than 90 degrees (don’t let your thighs press against your bump).

Try to keep your head, shoulders, and upper chest flat on your mattress. Maintain this position for 15 minutes every two waking hours for five consecutive days. In one study of 71 breech babies, 65 turned when their mother adopted the knee to cheat position.


Try laying on your back with your hips slightly elevated and again your hips and knees flexed. Gently roll from side to side for 10 minutes and repeat this manoeuvre three times a day. If you have had any back pain, pelvic pain or hip pain during your pregnancy, do talk to your midwife or physiotherapist before you try this.

At the end of the day it might be that your baby prefers to lie in the breech position; about 5 per cent even turn back to breech position after a successful ECV. If this is the case, a c section will probably be recommended but, depending on your baby’s exact position, a vaginal birth may still be possible.

I personally am hoping that my baby turns as I really am scared of a c section.

Have you had any experiences such as a c section or breech baby? If so please contact me, I’d love to hear your experience.

Another great website that a friend of mine also recommended – she is a midwife 🙂 is below; good luck!

Low fat yummy banana muffins!

Banana Muffins!

Easy and low fat!

I can’t remember where I got this recipe from but it’s always been a crowd pleaser and I know they don’t last long!

As a treat I eat mine warm, or slightly heated in the microwave and served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream! Delicious!

1/3 x cup honey
1/2 x cup applesauce
2 x egg whites
1/4 x cup buttermilk or 1/4 cup skim milk with 1 tbsp lemon juice to sour it
1 x tsp baking soda
1 x tsp vanilla
1/2 x tsp salt
4 x medium ripe bananas pureed until smooth
2 x cups whole wheat flour

Combine all ingredients and mix until smooth. Be sure to not over mix, a few lumps are ok.
Pour into muffin tins coated with cooking spray or lined with paper liners until 3/4 full.
Bake at 150 degrees for 20-30 minutes or until toothpick inserted in middle comes out clean.


A friend of mine just shared this – such beautiful words and something to think about.
Let’s face it, we all make promises at some stage, let’s make the right ones.

I Promise That I Don’t Need You.
Via Kate Roseon Apr 17, 2015

“I don’t want someone who promises me the moon and stars. I want someone who promises to lay on the grass and watch them with me.” ~ Unknown

Let us promise that we won’t ever make the empty sweet promises of new lovers, especially those that we can’t keep.

Instead, let our whispered promises taste of southern bourbon and smell like fresh cotton. Let them be entwined with a roughened honesty that only age and experience can inspire.

I promise that I will make you mad.

We cannot guarantee that we will always be bathed in the pink ethereal glow of happiness; but rather, and more importantly, even at the end of the day when I’m the one to have made your blood boil, say that you’ll still take this hand, and choose this life.

I promise that who I am now will not be who I am next year, next month, or even tomorrow.

Let us not promise that we won’t ever change, but guarantee that we will. Because that is the soulmate’s job to continually inspire change, to challenge the status quo, because we want to wake each other up to be the best possible version of our true self, even if it hurts.

I promise that I don’t need you, but that I do want you.

There’s no reason to say we can’t live without each other. We both know that we can, it may be slightly boring, mediocre even, but live we can. The difference is that we don’t want too, and that each day is made just a little better by our secret midnight confessions and slow morning coffee—and the other hundred small little things that we do to make this life incredible.

I promise that I don’t know how to be normal.

We are going to take the road less traveled; through late night art making, nude sunbathing, afternoon martini’s and parties late into the evening with too much wine and so much laughter. Thankfully, we don’t know how to do this life like everyone else. Even when we drive each other crazy with our differences we know that neither of us would have it any other way, because we’ve learned that there is so much more to life than fitting in.

I promise that I will feel like home.

No matter how many times we’ve been tangled in these pale sheets as the first rays of sunlight cast shadows across our dreams, we won’t ever have our fill. We will always touch each other’s bodies with the magic of the first time, sparks flying burning down everything around us. We’ve ruined each other for anyone else, and as we drift off to sleep, the softness of my bottom pressed against you, everything before there was a you and an I will become nothing but a distant memory.

I promise that I will never be good at doing what I’m supposed to.

We both are going to make a million mistakes. We are going to hurt each other, it’s a given. No matter how good our intentions are, we are each on our own journey, and that doesn’t mean we will always do the right thing. In fact, by definition of being on a true journey of discovering our own authenticity, I can guarantee we won’t. But I do know that wherever our journey takes us, we both will continue to improve.

Even if we don’t like the choices the other makes, we will accept them. We appreciate that neither of us is meant to be owned, or controlled, and instead we feel lucky to even be a part of each other’s story.

I promise that I will never ask for forever.

There is only today, and hopefully tomorrow, but that suddenly between midnight movies and sunrise sex the days will add up to a collection of the best of our lives.

Forever is a desperate promise of young love. Instead, let us take each wonderful day one day at a time and see where the adventure takes us, let the moon answer the questions the sun may ask, and in between it all, you’ll come to see that I’ll still be by your side.

“I don’t know where I’m going from here but I promise it won’t be boring.” ~ David Bowie

Capturing Pregnancy

Pregnancy photos.

So recently I had some gorgeous pregnancy photos taken. I was sceptical at first as I didn’t have them taken with my little man (first child) and felt a little guilty (mummy guilt) about having them done with my little miss and not with my little man, however a lovely friend of mine is a photographer and asked if she could take some photos of me.

After much trepidation – as with most pregnant women, I don’t feel sexy or attractive and still carry the ‘mummy guilt’ of doing the photos with one and not the other. I accepted.

The photos are amazing!

I cannot recommend having pregnancy photos taken enough.

Yes I still felt unattractive, big tummy, dermatitis, I happen to have a cold sore, bloating, kankles etc but, my friend included my little man in the photos also which are super cute, having him involved with holding my tummy and kissing it made it all very special.

She has a wonderful eye for detail and captured these very special moments.

I’m currently 34 weeks pregnant and was not only able to get some amazing photos of my bump, but also of my little man sitting with my bump and being affectionate towards it.

If you get the opportunity I highly recommend you get find photos taken, professionally or not and they don’t have to be in underwear etc, I was fully clothed.

My friend who took mine I also highly recommend, not only did she help me to feel at ease – I’m certainly not a poser and generally feel awkward having photos taken, but she managed to capture moments that are natural. Me and my little man interacting and playing which I really like rather than perfectly posed.

These times are special and I think it’s nice to have something for them, not only memories but something a little more.

If you would like your pregnancy captured in gorgeous natural photos, Please contact Motherhood in Focus

At the moment you can see her photos in an online gallery through Pixiset.

Or email her for a chat to either discuss a possible photo shoot or options. Either way, if I have another child – I will defiantly have more photos and memories capture these special moments.

Nappy Bags / Wallet?

Nappy bags!

So I recently wrote a blog on nappy bags being so unattractive, bulky and expensive!

Well I have just had a friend email me a link for what she thinks is a product that Id love!

I haven’t held it in my hand nor seen it for real but after reading about it and seeing the pretty little pictures, I’m possibly going to buy one!

Easy to manage, looks to fit most essentials for the little one and Yep – inexpensive!

Have a look for yourselves!

It’s the Elari wallet. I think I will get an orange one, comes in many colours and with various pockets / inserts and a foldable change mat, who can say no right?



There are many types of fathers, ones that adore and love their children others that would rather be at the gym or out with their mates having a few drinks or socialising.

I guess I always thought I would be with a man who idolises their children. My father wasn’t always around, he was often never home on a weekend choosing to go play bowls and after work on any given weekday he would come home, shower, change and go to the local RSL and be with his mates to drink and play snooker. He also played snooker in competition a few nights per week which meant he often had quite late nights resulting in us not seeing him as he left for work at approx 6am weekdays as he worked in the local sawmill.

My parents broke up when I was 11 so for me to remember my dad never being around, not only breaks my heart but shows me that from a young age he wasn’t ‘present’ in our lives.

I get that he worked to financially support the family however I don’t believe he ‘needed’ to go out socialising every afternoon after work nor every weekend. I don’t actually remember doing anything as a family with both parents and my older sister and younger brother. I think the only memory I have of a family unit is going camping with a few other family’s one year when I was about 5 or 6 years old, sleeping in tents, bathing in the river and having to use a ‘pit toilet’ which was basically a hole in the ground. Mind you I still enjoy camping but have not used a ‘pit toilet’ since that camping trip when I was only 5 or 6 years old.

Throughout my childhood I always thought and wanted a family that was a ‘unit’ don’t to speak. I saw many of my friends with their family’s and wanted to feel included and I guess was a little jealous that their dads were around and spending quality time with them and doing things as a family.

I know that some men find it hard to bond with children and I certainly understand that some men are just too selfish to spend time with their children that they believe it’s the mothers role to raise the children and run the house whilst the support financially. I also understand that majority of fathers are the main financial supporters therefore work longer hours. No disrespect to working mothers here, just making reference to my upbringing.

My dad was the kind of dad that as children, we were scared of. He was the disciplinary of the house although he wasn’t around much he was all too happy to raise both his voice and his hand at us for even the smallest things like not washing the dishes properly or being a few minutes late home from school. I guess he got this trait from his parents as I remember distinctively his mother chasing my sister and I with an electric jug cord threatening to ‘belt’ us with it as we were 5 minutes late home from School. Both our parents worked and majority of the time we were home alone after school until our father got home at approx 5pm or we had to go to his parents house if either of our parents were going to be late.

These days most fathers are still the main financial income however I also believe that most fathers still want to be part of their children’s lives. Many of my friends have wonderful husbands and partners who are actively involved in their children’s lives. This may include helping with dinner time, bath time, bed and also play.

I also have a handful of friends who’s partners / husbands dont do much with their children. They work late – by choice or go to the gym after work to avoid having to help with the children at dinner or bed time. Some fathers even choose to be out late and only come home after the children are asleep in bed.

These kind of fathers break my heart.

Why do they not want to spend this special time with their little ones?

I understand that children can be hard work but they are also so rewarding
and Children are so young and innocent for such a short period of time why not relish in any time that you can have with them?

Do they not cherish these little things? Or do they just not want part of it?

I once had a male friend say to me ‘I’m not a hands on dad nor will I ever be’ he then Proceeded to say that he and 2 of his other mates are the same and that their wives knew this prior to marrying them and their wives should not expect them to help out with the children. Quote ‘it’s just not in our DNA’.

I was taken aback and quite disgusted that he would say such a thing. Who says this, that isn’t a complete prick?

I would have loved my father to be around more and spend more time with me. Perhaps this is why I do my everything for my little guy and love and cherish every moment with him. I would never ever want him to think that I was a non existent parent. I will also make sure that I’m also very hands on with my daughter who is due in approx 3 months.

This then makes me think, why do men go either way with their parenting style?

Did they have terrible fathers which is why they feel they can behave this way also or that they think being non existent in their children’s lives is normal?

Or perhaps their fathers were that non existent that they are over compensating and being such hands on wonderful fathers to ensure that their children will not think of them in such a way?

There was once an article I read in a newspaper about fathers that suggested there are 4 types.

Enforcer Dad, this is the old-fashioned disciplinarian who is not involved with the day-to-day care of children, but sets clear rules and reprimands.

Entertainer Dad one who sees himself as the joker within the family, and chooses to be the friend rather than a parent.

Useful Dad, willing to help out with day-to-day childcare and household tasks, but still taking his lead from his wife.

Fully Involved Dads, these dads are equally involved with the daily running of the home and family, with the mother and father roles interchangeable.

Can you be both a parent and a friend to your children?

I know a few dads that don’t spend a lot of time with their children but spend a lot of money on them. This isn’t something I agree with as I don’t think gifts equal love. I understand it’s an expression of love however I don’t think anything can compare to your father actually spending quality time with you. Time doesn’t cost a thing but it’s so valuable.

I think yes you can. Children need direction, discipline and love but I think that they will respect you more for being a disciplinary rather than a friend when they are mature enough to understand.

I know that I’m the disciplinary with my little guy. His father works late most nights so I do all the dinner, bath and bed every night. Even on a weekend. I therefore am with him 90% of the time alone and have to be the disciplinary. It can be tiring as they are long days but I actually enjoy doing these things for and with my little guy. I get that this is a sacrifice that my husband makes, missing out on time with our little guy and it saddens me but I am trying my best to raise him the best I can. To raise him to become a gentleman and also a kind, loving, respectful person. He calls me his best friend but I also know that with his tears from the time out and being disciplined he still loves me and hopefully will respect me.

My little guy is 2 and is still learning and asserting himself but I believe in leading by example and if I can be a good parent, I’m hoping I raise good children.