Everyone's favorite artist was once a new artist who nobody knew. A new artist just chasing a dream and taking a chance. One of those new artists who is now a favorite of mine is a man named John Baumann.
I'm super picky about which musicians and artists I like. I'm not the type of girl who says they're a fan of just anyone. It's not just about the music, but the person behind the microphone. Do they write they're own music? Play their own instruments? Are they humble and kind people? Now, I realize that even the king of country (George Strait, duh!) rarely writes his own music and that doesn't make him any less amazing, but it's definitely something I consider. For me, when you listen to someone play a song that they wrote from the heart, it just makes it that much more raw and authentic.
This weekend I went to a concert and at the very end as the band was leaving the stage, they had on the backdrop projection screen "music is medicine". Oh, how very true that is.
Especially John's music.
John isn't just an ordinary songwriter. He's a storyteller. And there is a huge difference.
I got a chance to listen to his new album that will be released soon and was absolutely blown away. He's always been an incredible musician and songwriter, but with this album, he took it to another level. Each line of the songs have been stripped of fluff and junk to reveal this very vulnerable and unembellished side of John.
This is what great albums and artists are made of.
He's got three records available on iTunes now (Departures, West Texas Vernacular, and High Plains Alchemy) and one coming soon. Download them and let the healing begin.
They say music is medicine. John Baumann is my medicine man.
I don't know what we would've done without having taken Birth Boot Camp classes. About mid-afternoon, things really started to pick up. My parents "snuck" some lunch in for me. Those few bites of the sandwich were heavenly...for about a minute. I don't usually throw up...I hate it! But I knew it was a good thing. It meant my body was opening up.
As the contractions got harder and closer together, I stopped noticing what was going on around me. I remember my sweet sister-in-law coming in at one point, but I couldn't hear a word she said. Her mouth was moving, but I didn't hear a thing! A little later a new nurse came in and needed to take my blood-pressure, but since the contractions were basically overlapping, my blood-pressure was sky-high! I've been told that I simply told her "can you please not do that right now?" Evidently, I'm nicer than even I thought! Ha!
Backstory: When my mom was in labor with my brother, things stalled for her. In fact, my dad had signed the papers for a c-section when her doctor suggested she go to the bathroom as a last ditch effort. It worked!
So, when I got near the end, the hospital midwife checked me. I could only hear them whisper, but I got the feeling I was close. I hoped it was! I told Gene I couldn't do it anymore. (Another great sign!) But then Gene was signing papers and I had no idea what it was for. For a minute I got really scared. But then they told me it was time to go to the birthing tub! Finally!! There was just one problem...
It was on the complete opposite end of the labor floor.
I didn't look to see where I was going. I have no idea how long it actually took to get there. All I remember is leaning on my husband and watching the bright yellow hospital socks move less than an inch at a time the whole way. When we finally got there, it was heaven on earth. They had (fake) candles everywhere, the lights dimmed down low, worship music playing, and oils diffusing. Somehow I managed to climb in the tub and I remember thinking it was hotter than I was expecting, which was so wonderful!
When my husband and I had discussed how things might happen, I asked if he wanted to be in the tub with me. He politely declined, which didn't bother me at all, but I did pack his swim trunks just in case! So, when they got me settled in the tub, he asked if I wanted him in there with him and I quickly said "YES!" In the blink of an eye he had changed and was right there with me. Goodness, I love that man! My sweet, wonderful midwife was right by my side and was such a peaceful presence. My other midwife was pouring water on my back, and while I didn't know who was doing it at the time, it was SOOO relaxing!
It didn't take long before I felt the urge to push. Nobody ever told me when to push or for how long. They had even disconnected me from the Pitocin. I was doing it!! Finally, my body was doing what it was supposed to! The closer he got, the more my face got closer and closer to the water.
I believe I only pushed for about 15 minutes. Suddenly, he was here! The nurses had flashlights and were watching. They said he was born en caul! When he came out, my husband gently guided him forward and I picked him up out of the water. I remember being so scared I was going to drop him, so I probably held on a little tighter than I should have, ha!
He had finally arrived and our whole world changed.
I honestly don't even remember delivering the placenta. Before I knew it, I was climbing out of the tub and climbing up on a bed to be stitched. I only had minor tearing and I was too infatuated to the new boy in my life to even really pay attention.
Our sweet Jellybean Jr. had finally arrived!!
My husband, our two midwives, my mom, and the amazing staff at the hospital were all so unbelievable! But most of all, the education we received in our Birth Boot Camp classes made all the difference. Not just the knowledge, but the communication and bonding we experienced beforehand was invaluable.
I love birth. And I love country music. No rhyme or reason. I'm not here to apologize for the seemingly opposite passions. All I know is I'm inspired by both and I've got some big dreams.