One Year Ago Today: Our Home Birth Story

A year ago today I became a mother, officially.

It all started when your due date came and went without a sign of you. We were so convinced you would come early that I’m sure you decided to show us exactly what being a parent was all about and you came almost two weeks late. Also, just for fun you decided to stay breech until January 26th (less than 3 weeks before your due date), when the midwives manually turned you into head down position and thank goodness you stayed there!

40 weeks pregnant. Waiting for a natural home birth. Natural pregnancy, unmedicated birth

Here’s how it all went down…

Thursday, February 16th, 2017 (EDD):

Nothing, not a peep. I had already tried castor oil smoothies 2x by this point and they didn’t work At. All.

Friday, February 24th, (8 days past due):

Midwife gives me a Foley Catheter (a little water filled balloon that sits on top of the cervix) to try to manually dilate my cervix. We had already attempted a few stretch and sweeps by this point but my cervix was too high and far back for the midwife to reach. The Foley starts giving me mild contractions, and we leave it in as long as you possibly can in hopes for it to dilate me to 3cm and fall out on its own. It doesn’t work.

Sunday, February 26th (10 days past due):

We go back to the midwife and she removes it, and my contractions stop.

I think we also tried a stretch and sweep.

Monday February 27th , 2017 (11 days past due):

I can’t remember how many but I know we did a lot of stretch and sweeps, they were painful and a few different midwives tried because no one could reach my cervix. So they tried to find the midwife with the longest fingers***, and it still wasn’t fully successful. I even sat on a birthing stool for them to try.

At 6pm I went for one more round of induction acupuncture (I’d be doing this since 38 weeks and nothing).

Tuesday February 28th, 2017 (12 days past due)*THE BIG DAY*:

So, today was our last shot at having a natural “intervention free” birth and if nothing got started, we had to head to the hospital for an oxytocin drip the following day.

4 am– first contraction (I think because of the acupuncture).

7 am– up for the day, contractions start to get less intense.

9:30 am– head to midwife, she breaks my waters and tells me if I don’t start active labor within 24 hrs we were to meet at the hospital the following morning for a medical induction. We really, really didn’t want this because we really, really wanted to have a home birth.

11  am– Head to Best Buy at the Eaton Centre to buy a camera- had my first *real*  contraction (they say you’ll know the difference, and I did) while talking to the salesman, had to excuse myself from the conversation. I told Junior we better get out of there because I didn’t feel like being in labor at the mall.

12:30 pm– Finally home and things are picking up- I’m a doula remember so I think I have a pretty good idea about how things should go. Waiting for contractions to fall into a 4-1-1 pattern and of course they do nothing of the sort. They are short, strong and very close together- I didn’t know this was a thing so I couldn’t understand how quickly things might be moving, so we call the midwife and our doula Angela (most amazing doula ever! www.nutmegconsulting.com). Midwife tells us to call back if one of a short list of things happens and she says it could be as soon as 20 minutes or as long as several hours. We tell Angela our doula to come over.

1 pm– We call the midwife back- the thing on the list happened. Things were getting pretty intense pretty fast. Angela arrives and helps me get into the shower. For some reason the I didn’t want to be in the day light and our bathroom was the darkest place in the condo. I feel like it was some kind of mama bear instinct searching for a nice dark cave to birth in.

Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth.

2:30 pm– Midwife arrives and checks my dilation etc.- I think I was about 3-4cm dilated at this time. I was on my knees hunched over the edge of the bath tub with the water on very hot blasting down onto my lower back. I had towels under my knees and I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to know what time it was, I didn’t want to know how dilated I was- I was in the zone and I didn’t want anyone to knock me out of it. I was using my Hypnobirthing skills and they really helped me get through this. All I wanted to know was when I could move into the birthing tub. The midwife said I could when I was 6 cm dilated. I wasn’t going anywhere until then, so I stayed in the shower the whole time. I bet the hot water bill that month was pretty high lol!

6 ish pm– I was finally able to make the move to the birthing tub. I remember this transfer taking a lot of energy for me. But I just psyched myself up, got out of the shower and booted it straight out into the living room into the birthing tub. I wasn’t sure how much I was going to like it, and the midwife warned me that changing positions might make the contractions more intense, and she was right…However, the tub was SO, SO much more comfortable than being on my knees in the shower! What a relief. However, this is when things really picked up. I remember at one point though, between some contractions, when I was able to take a breather- I turned to everyone in the room and said “wow I thought this would be a lot worse” and they all laughed at me.  The contractions got so much more intense that at a certain point I felt like my entire body was seizing up and I was really having to work to get in deep breaths. Junior told me that every single contraction I made crazy noises. I also threw up- a lot, but I think its because my body was contracting everywhere and just forcing whatever was in my stomach out- I don’t recall feeling nauseous. Also all I ate was fruit, and a drink called ginger, lemon switchel that I got out of the First Forty Days postpartum book.  I highly recommend having this drink on hand for labor, the idea of anything else completely grossed me out.

Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth.

Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth.

8:30 ish pm– My body just started pushing, I wasn’t doing anything to encourage it so I told the midwife what was happening. She told me to resist the urge but I told her I couldn’t really do anything about it. She checked me and was pretty surprised to find that I was 9cm dilated. I went from just under 6cm to over 9cm in an hour and a half. That would explain why things got so intense so quickly.   She told me that I didn’t have to resist the urge to push anymore, and I could actually just go with it because I was nearly 10cm. I started pushing leaned over the edge of the tub, but because my midwife was short and the tub was deep, she wasn’t able to really see what was happening so she asked me to turn around and put my arms over the back of the tub so I was facing her and sit on the little seat in the tub. This position was really bad because I kept floating up and couldn’t get my bearings to push down strongly enough. I think I was pushing in the tub for almost, or maybe even over an hour and you were crowning. However, the pushing just wasn’t as effective as the midwife would have liked. She also was a bit worried that he was coming out sunnyside up, and she thought his head might be swelling. Claire told me that she couldn’t quite tell what she was seeing. So in a very stern voice she suddenly said, “Milli, I’m going to need you to get out of the tub RIGHT NOW.” The tone in her voice sounded serious enough that as quick as you know it I was up and crawling out of there with a baby basically hanging out of me (ps. This tub was like 2.5 ft high, so you can imagine this feat).

Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth.

9:40 ish pm– I crawled up onto the bed (thank god it was like 5 ft away) onto all fours and in two more contractions you were born! However- your umbilical cord was so short, they wouldn’t let me pick you up- and they were worried that it had torn because there was a lot of blood. I think the length of your cord is the reason you couldn’t turn into head down position on your own. Right after you came out, I had to hold you steady on the slippery shower curtain that I was kneeling on on the bed and wait for them to clamp and cut your cord and make sure all was ok It was the longest few moments of the entire process (they said about 2 minutes) waiting to pick you up! You were officially born at 9:58pm. I have to say that out of all of the labor process, the only true pain was the moment your head popped out. That was obviously pretty intense, and yes I did tear a little but it was only a first degree tear… not too bad!

Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth. Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth.

The whole thing was an incredible experience. At no point did I regret our choice to stay home and at no point did I request or even wish for pain medication. Yes there was pain, but it was a different type of pain than I’d ever experienced before- more like the most intense pressure I’ve ever felt. By the way, I had kidney stones at five months pregnant and I would definitely say that was actually worse pain in certain ways than my unmedicated birth expereince.

The whole thing was completely other-worldly and I am completely in awe and amazed at the entire experience. I feel so blessed to have had the birth that we did, and I’m so happy that it all went so well despite the hiccups and tiny scares. Becoming your mother changed me forever- it gave me a deep confidence in myself, a new and bigger focus in life, and the ability to see what is truly important. I am so honored to have gone through such a beautiful rite of passage with you Rosen, and I can’t wait for all you have to teach me still.

Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth. Natural home birth. Hypnobirthing, water birth. Unmedicated birth.

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What ZERO Alcohol Has Taught Me About Life

This past January (2016), I really called into question the immense amount of influence that alcohol had on my life. Now that I’m ~8 months into full sobriety (read pregnancy), I’m starting to notice some things that really scare me.

I grew up around alcohol. I grew up around alcoholics. It was pretty normal for me to smell booze on my parents breath when they put me to bed- a smell that I’m now growing to hate.

I don’t want to sit on my high horse and become all judgmental about drinking, because I personally have abused alcohol in a terrible way in the past. I do however want to share some things I’ve been noticing that really don’t sit well with me anymore now that I’m clear headed enough to see them for what they are.

The first is, how okay it is with everyone to hear stories about how obliterated you got and nearly killed yourself or did something completely morally apprehensive or risky.

People think it’s absolutely hilarious to hear how you were so inebriated on the weekend, or at the holiday party that you could barely function. If someone were recounting a story about how messed up they got on any other drug other than alcohol (think cocaine or MDMA) we might express our concern to them and maybe tell them to be more careful in the future. But with alcohol? No way, party on Garth.

Second, is how much alcohol has stolen our ability to create meaningful experiences without it. Alcohol is everywhere, it’s a part of nearly every occasion. We drink when we’re happy, we drink when we’re sad, we drink when we’re bored and we drink to relax.

Why is everything better with alcohol? Is it because we’ve all gotten so lazy with our imaginations that we don’t know how to entertain ourselves anymore? Is it because we have such short attention spans that regular paced, fresh minded activity is unbearable?

I’ll tell you one thing for sure, if you want to feel boredom- be the only sober person in a room of people drinking just to get drunk. That will give you some insight into the quality of drunk conversation and activity.

Do you remember a time when you were young enough that you didn’t drink to have fun? Do you recall experiences, like going to the beach or over to a friends house, that were fully, consciously lived through?

I won’t lie to you, I forgot. I forgot that life is actually not disappointing without the lubrication of alcohol. I forgot that you can be silly and fun without alcohol. I forgot about imagination and what ifs and happiness that wasn’t greased up by booze.

Being sober is like rediscovering the world.

I now feel so sad that I used to feel the need to constantly escape from reality. And if you had told me that was what I was doing about 12 months back I would have denied it vehemently.

We are all collectively numbing and escaping. We live in a world that’s continually on and in our faces, and surprisingly it’s making us less and less present.

While there is so much more information on mindfulness available to us, it’s like we can barely handle our own emotions anymore.

It’s hard to consciously shape your life and become the person you want to be when you’re constantly recovering from a hangover. It’s like trying to keep up with a conveyor belt of choices that’s moving a bit too fast and easily overwhelms you.

I believe not drinking has forced me to slow down and to open my eyes more. To look around and see how easy it is to fall into the trap of binge drinking weekly and letting your life slip by.

I was pretty surprised to find out the definition of heavy drinking. According to Statistics Canada, heavy drinking is reported to be drinking 5 or more drinks (4 for women) in one sitting, 12 or more times a year. A whopping 32 per cent of Canadians aged 20 to 34 binged 12 times in the past year.

That’s only once a month. HA!
I would have called that light drinking over a year ago!

An article in Prevention Magazine stated that (in the US) more than 38 million people reported binge drinking 4 times a month (weekend warriors). That’s “heavy drinking times four.

Wow.

And the scary part is, it’s increasing like crazy; especially among women. Binge drinking has increased at a rate seven times that of men. 20% of women who binge drink will meet the criteria for Alcohol Use Disorder, which is the fancy new term for alcoholism.

This kind of drinking is one of the main reasons for the rising rates of infertility which is now at 1/6 couples in Canada.

I’ll admit it-I was an alcoholic.

It wasn’t the blackouts that scared me enough to stop, it wasn’t the increased risk in heart disease or high blood pressure or even the smoking that always seemed to go along with the drinking.

It was the almost losing someone I loved dearly because of my poor judgment while drinking.

Because I was raised in what you might call a broken home and I still watch my mother waste away slowly from alcohol and drug abuse, family has become my number one focus in life.

I want to break the cycle of alcohol use and abusive relationships in my family, and part of that means changing the way I view alcohol. It means changing the way I raise my children to view alcohol.

Alcohol is awesome. It can be refined and delicious (I love a glass of good red wine) and even have health benefits- for sure.

But the truth is alcohol needs more respect, and so do our lives.

Alcohol shouldn’t be tossed into the mix just because it can. It should be used as a complement to our experiences and not the be the centre of them.

The less I drink, the less I care to be around people who are sloppily tossing them back.

I don’t want my future baby around that either. I want my kids to grow up full of wonder for the world and not feel like when they hit a certain age that drinking should become one of the top activities in their lives.

I don’t want our family dinners and events to become soaked in booze like mine were.

I don’t want my children to have painful feelings they feel trapped by that they try to escape from by drinking weekly.

I don’t want my children to feel like they NEED alcohol to unplug and relax.

I want my children to have clear heads, to learn how to sit with their emotions and process them rather than shove them away and drown them.

I don’t want to make excuses for my drunk friends and family to my children. But the sad truth is, I will probably have to. Because there’s always that one drunk relative who gets too emotional, or that one friend that starts saying something inappropriate. And if I am the one to call everyone’s drinking into question, then I’m the prude and I’m judgmental and uptight.

Like I said, I think alcohol is great- and sure there will be times when we all dip into the sauce a little too heavily. What I’m getting at here is that I just think it’s already a bit much.

I’m craving more real life, and I’m super excited to spend early evenings and early mornings with a tiny little rugrat that’s naturally silly and goofy and doesn’t yet feel self-conscious enough to require a drug to enjoy a weekend afternoon.

Most of what I’m expressing here is a reflection of my own experience, how I have viewed life and why I have already spent so many years drinking so much.

If you feel judged by this post, I’m not sorry. It probably means you should have a conversation with yourself about why you feel that way.

After I have this precious little miracle baby, I fully intend to enjoy a few glasses of wine a week and maybe two on some occasions.

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Being Secretly Pregnant – What the first trimester is really like

Being Secretly Pregnant

I am so excited to finally share this with all of you! It’s official; I can shout it from the condo-tops- I am with child! I have been for over 15 weeks but it’s been a big secret. It’s also been the strangest secret I’ve ever had to keep. Everyone kind of knows that when you get pregnant there are some things that happen to you. Maybe you’ve read some stuff, but I want to tell you right now, nothing will properly prepare you for the first 3 months of creating a human, especially when it’s all top secret.

If you’ve followed me for a little while, you’d know that I know a fair amount about pregnancy and about babies. I am a Preconception Nutritional Therapist and a Doula. That means I’ve spent a lot of time reading about pregnancy symptoms and how to prepare your body for a healthy pregnancy. I had a pretty good idea what I was getting myself into when my husband and I made the decision to have a baby. However, in all my reading I never stumbled upon any articles or blogs that described any of the psychological phenomenon that I’ve been experiencing.

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It has been truly incredible and almost indescribable, but I’m going to do my best to tell you what the first trimester has been in comparison to what I was expecting.

The moment I knew I was pregnant **which was through a dream I had in which I felt a zap that meant I was definitely pregnant** I went completely inward. Maybe you noticed that I virtually disappeared off of social media and stopped sending out anything new. There was something that happened inside of me that redirected all of my creative energy towards this little baby I am making. It left absolutely nothing for me to put out into the world for my followers- and I was and still am completely okay with that. For the first time ever, I felt no obligation whatsoever to create anything, because I knew I was creating something WAY more important than any YouTube video or Instagram post could ever offer.

I have really come to believe that the first trimester isn’t talked about enoughIn 12 weeks you are basically creating an entire human and you grow an entirely new organ (the placenta). After 12 week, the goal of your little fetus is to mature all of its new systems and grow bigger, but all the most formative work is already done. When we imagine the difficult part of pregnancy we automatically think about the last couple months when ladies have a big old belly and their feet hurt etc. While that is definitely also a trying portion of creating a human, there is SO much going on in the first trimester too that you don’t ever hear about.

Let me tell you a bit about it. I’ll start with morning sickness because that’s what most of us imagine when we think about the beginning of a pregnancy. Morning sickness is this strange feeling that can best be described as nausea, and some women actually do get sick and throw up.  Luckily, I did not ever actually get to that point, I was definitely very nauseous but that wasn’t it. It’s not really just nausea; it’s this feeling of being taken over by some alien force. I honesty felt like a zombie for quite awhile. Some days I wasn’t exactly nauseous, but I was simply repulsed by everything. Everything was more overwhelming that it should have been. It was as though my senses were turned up to level 10, and it was a lot to handle.

It’s totally true about smells as well, you can smell everything and it’s not pleasant. I could smell the Tabasco on my husband’s pork chop from across the room and his cologne suddenly grossed me out too. I stopped posting on Instagram because I couldn’t handle cooking and I definitely had nothing that I felt was “post-worthy” in my diet. I will share more with you about my nutrition during my first trimester later on.

The fatigue is also so real. I think this part really surprised me. I was nearly knocked off my feet and it makes perfect sense, but no one really tells you. It takes a hell of a lot of energy to make a new human! It can be compared to running a marathon, literally. They say your body is expending more energy at rest than it would be if you were running a marathon.

Okay, so I’m supposed to be feeling like a zombie and barely keeping my eyes open and you mean I’m not supposed to tell anyone what’s going on with me AND I’m likely expected to keep up the same amount of productivity in my day to day life? HA.

I feel for you ladies who work in offices and in situations where you have a lot of coworkers you need to be around on a day-to-day basis. I feel incredibly lucky that I could hide out at home or around other ladies who just had babies for the majority of this trimester and that I had the ability to tell the people that mattered what was going on with me.

The nausea and fatigue were probably almost the heaviest hitters, and I’m still on the physical stuff! I was also super surprised by how breathless I became. About a week after becoming pregnant, I noticed that after walking up a hill I felt like I had just done 20 minutes of cardio in the gym. I was huffing and puffing and I couldn’t believe it! I thought that only happened later when you get tired from carrying around all that extra weight. But no! Your body starts to produce a ton of extra blood and your hemoglobin doesn’t catch up quickly enough. Therefore it’s harder for your body to re-oxygenate; hence, breathlessness. Walking up stairs is TOUGH hahaha and I am a pretty fit girl!

Another big surprise was the having to pee constantly. I was under the impression that only happened when your baby got big enough to squish your bladder. However in the first trimester, your body produces a ton of progesterone and that causes your kidneys to become highly active which sends you running to the bathroom constantly. Most nights I have to get up 2-3 times to relieve myself. I think this is Mother Nature’s way of sleep training YOU right from the beginning!

A few other things that happened that also surprised me were just how big my boobs got and how quickly that happened (I think it was about a cup size in a week), how dizzy I can get, and my lack of interest in any meat (even chicken).

So, while all of this physical stuff is going on you also have this huge task of absorbing the fact that YOU HAVE A HUMAN IN YOU! That’s kind of a big deal. It’s sort of a huge thing to process.  

Okay so you pee on a stick, and you get the two lines and it’s like okay, I’m pretty sure that means I’m pregnant. Then you go get blood work done and it comes back positive (we did it twice to make sure the hormone levels were doubling as they should be) and then you’re like okay well that means I’m definitely pregnant. Then we went and had an internal ultrasound done because we had the help of some reproductive technology in our conception, and that also confirmed the pregnancy. So now, we’re at more than triple confirmation that it’s really true. But let me ask you this- if someone told you everyday that you had a human growing inside of you, how many days would it take before you really truly believed it?

I know, you have all these symptoms to corroborate the pregnancy, but do you really tie it all together and believe it? Does it sink in and do you digest it, process it and assimilate it? Maybe some people do, but this was a lot for me. I don’t even think I really still believe it! And let me tell you, I’ve wanted to be pregnant for a long time. I’m one of those women who always wanted to be a mother. Ever since I was a little girl that was one of the top things on my life’s to-do list. But still, it’s really mind blowing to look down at your belly and imagine the whole world of activity just beneath a few layers of tissue.

I would say it wasn’t until we had our 12 week ultrasound and we saw that little boo kicking around and sucking on it’s perfect little hand that I really believed there was a real little soul in there. I’m still astounded when I look at my belly and I’m really not even showing yet.

So there’s the processing of the fact that you are doing what you are doing, and then there’s this whole other layer of thought- I am becoming a mom. Woah. Boom. Explosions. Life changing. Self-perception changing. Society’s views of me changing. Waaaaaaa. Woah.

Yes.

I was walking through the mall the other day and looking at all the models in the store windows thinking, these women are not moms. Even if the models are moms themselves, these women are not what the media portrays as moms. Then I had this feeling like none of this was meant for me anymore. None of this super-cool, sexy, stylish stuff was for me anymore. I’m a mom now.

Now don’t get me wrong here, I don’t think a mom can’t be sexy, cool, stylish etc. It’s just that, that’s not really what is being projected by the majority of what we are exposed to in movies, magazines etc. If you are a mom who is those things you are either put on a pedestal because you are going “against the grain” and other women want to as well but it’s too much to juggle OR you are a mom who is those things and you are bashed and torn down from every possible angle because it must mean you’re a bad mom.

Yikes. I’m about to enter those waters. I’m about to enter that space where nothing you do can possibly be right. Where you constantly battle your conscience, the messages that are pouring in from all sides and the desire to be true to yourself.

There is a HUGE mental battle in the mom-space to be the best mom possible but maintain a sense-of self. I feel like that might be the biggest fear of all moms, especially moms who decide to stay home with their children. Society does not appreciate the magnificence of being a mother, and the incredible importance of that job. It tells us the only way we can be valuable in this world is to have accomplishments that come with a dollar value.  We feel that in order to be important we must use our brains, be the cleverest, be the smartest and to play on the same playing field as men. Society is encouraging us to be lovelier versions of men, but when we become moms we do more than double that.

It’s like we have to prove our womanhood all over again when we become moms and that is a really strange feeling to have and I’m not even IN IT yet.

I feel like I’m about to join a club where all the support that I need is from other moms, and yet there is this under-tone of constant disapproval within that very group. It’s kind of scary!

I know most women say that they think it’s awesome for women to have the choice to stay at home with their kids. I also think that secretly, deep down they would never make that choice because they wouldn’t feel valued by society. It’s just deeply engrained in us that mom-work is not “real-work”. In my opinion, our society’s biggest problems have come alongside the downfall of the family unit. And who is that has historically been the person who glues a family together? Mom.

I’m not entirely sure how we can change these perceptions, but I think a lot of it comes back to the devaluing of femininity and feminine energy. I think femininity is completely misunderstood and often linked with weakness whether consciously or subconsciously. I know for a long time I thought I had to be more a like a guy in many ways to be a better woman but I’m currently doing the work to reprogram myself.

Part of my journey is to dive into and honor my feminine energy and respect the power that is inherent within that. I feel like the world needs more women to ditch the masculine pissing contest and figure out how to really support other women and especially other mothers.

*As a side note, men can have a dominant feminine energy as well. Men can also stay home with the children. Both should be equally accepted. My point is here is mainly about women, their sense of self and how motherhood is viewed by the majority.*

I don’t know how this is all going to play out in my life but it just seems to be another hugely scary part of pregnancy- all of the unknowns (probably just a small intro to the crazy uncertainty of parenthood). What I do know is I’m ready for this. I’m ready for the surprises and the challenges. I’m ready to share all I learn along the way- and hopefully to become a part of a movement to reclaim the respect that motherhood deserves.

xo Milli

Ps. If you are in the process of trying to get pregnant, if you are considering it within the next year or two, or you’re already pregnant- I want to meet YOU! Come and join me and a group of supportive women in my private Facebook community Radiant & Ready with Milli Fox.  Click the title of the group to come join!

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How You Feed Yourself Shows A Lot About How You Feel About Yourself {Video}

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We’re all trying to better ourselves.  We’re trying to improve our diets and exercise more and meditate and do all this amazing stuff.  The most important question that lies at the base of all of these changes is- why?

Why are you doing all of these things, what’s your true motivation?

Are you trying to change because society expects us to constantly be bettering ourselves or are you trying to change because there is something you don’t like about yourself?

These questions matter, because the intention we approach change with will determine our success, and also how we will feel once those changes are implemented.

I want to talk about this because I truly believe that change is only worth it if it comes from a place of self-love.  I noticed this especially when I was a personal trainer.  I had woman after woman coming to be to change because they hated something about their bodies.

I did my best to switch their focus to learning to love their bodies by being inspired by the amazing things their bodies could DO rather than BE.

I can relate to this personally through my own journey with food.  For years I didn’t feed myself well.  In fact I barely fed myself at all and that was because I didn’t consider it a priority.  Looking back I can see it was because I didn’t think I was deserving of nourishment and I just didn’t see myself as a priority.  At the time, I had terrible health; I was weak, too thin, plagued with aches and pains, suffered from terrible digestive health issues as well as acid reflux that I was on prescription acid blockers for.

All of this and I wasn’t even 20 years old.  I truly believed that my body was a dud, and that I was just going to have to live with a broken body for the rest of my life.

It wasn’t until I met my now husband, and really started treating myself with more respect that I began to see that with a little TLC from myself- everything could change.

I know that you want to be as healthy as you can be for your future babies.  I know that you’re doing it with such good intentions, but I really want to ask yourself- are you doing it out of self-love?

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What does your relationship with food have to tell you about the relationship you have with yourself? It’s my true belief that this relationship is the most direct reflection of how we feel about ourselves.  Are you depriving yourself of foods you love? Do you feel like a “clean-diet” is a punishment that you somehow “deserve”?

Getting to the bottom of these questions is getting to the root of your habits.  In western medicine, we like to do a lot of slapping bandaids on things and addressing things on a very surface level. That’s why we are in a constant state of management rather than ever finding true healing.

I recorded the video below to talk to you a bit more about my own experiences and get you thinking about your own motivations.

Watch now, then come to Radiant & Ready with Milli Fox and share with me an ah-ha moment you had surrounding food!

I am very big on getting to the root cause of our habits.  I always include this kind of work in my programs and I don’t ever just focus on the food!

If this speaks to you and you know you want to get moving on your journey towards a healthy, glowing pregnancy. I highly encourage you to book a complimentary 20 minute coaching call with me 🙂

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Tapping Into Femininity & The Path to Motherhood {Video}

Tapping into Femininity & The Path to Motherhood

Do you really know how to be feminine? 

I don’t ask you this as a challenge or an insult- I really want you to think about it. Do you know how to sink into your feminine and just radiate that energy?

This has been one of my biggest missions in life.  I have fought femininity for years, and I don’t mean heels and lipstick.  I mean I fought the idea of the feminine and feminine energy as a result.

I was confused. I thought feminine meant less respect; I thought it meant being dependant and weak.  I wanted to be in the boys club and I wanted to run shit. I wanted to get things done and be a boss. I was proud to have a tom-boy attitude.

It wasn’t until my husband told me that he was finding my energy unattractive that I really started to dig into it. It took me a long time.  At first I was really hurt and insulted- I thought it was an outward thing.  I thought I needed to be more “girly” in order to be more feminine- but I was TOTALLY missing the mark.

The world is over-run by the masculine right now.

It’s really unfortunate that the world isn’t sending love to the feminine because the world needs femininity so badly right now, it needs the healing powers of the feminine, and it needs the cool, soft, flowy, relaxed, taking care of, holding space energy SO SO badly!!!

Right now, the world is getting a lot of lovelier versions of men.

I am NOT saying that women shouldn’t hone their masculine energy and use it to their advantage (they totally should- I use mine everyday).  What I am saying is that understanding the role of each of your energies in your life is crucial.

Understanding how to receive, how to open and how to be still are all incredibly feminine qualities.

I’ve been on a personal quest to increase my YIN energy and its made my life so much better. If you constantly feel stressed and anxious- there is a good chance you need more time sinking into your feminine as well.

A lot of the reason I’ve wanted to dive into and talk about the feminine is because I never had a good role model for what femininity looked like.  My mom was, in many ways, very masculine as I was growing up and I feel like as a child and as an adult I yearn for that comfort.

I want to be able to offer that to my children the feminine that I never had- and that’s why I want to share a bit more with you about it. 

I also have created an 8 minute guided femininity relaxation for you as an action step to getting started on your feminine rediscovery 🙂 I’m really excited about it and I hope you LOVE IT! 

Click below to watch my latest video & make sure to grab your free Femininity Guided Relaxation for afterwards!!!

 

LADIES!!!!

I am just beyond happy to have the privilege to be in contact with you as often as I am and to be able to share my message with you.  I think it would be EVEN cooler, if I had the chance to get to know you on a deeper level.  I would really love it if you came to my private Facebook community: Radiant & Ready with Milli Fox.  In the group, we cover all things body, soul and mind to prepare for when its time!

Click here to join the group!

And if you didn’t already know, I offer FREE 20 minute preconception health coaching calls– we can get into depth about what your next step should be in preparing your best baby-making body!  I can help you cut the confusion and find confidence on your quest to better health before pregnancy.

All you have to do is click below and BOOM- you can book in a free call and I’ll be all yours for 20 minutes!

Lots of Love,

Milli Fox

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