July is usually pretty busy for us, but this July has been even more so.
We had three weeks of swimming lessons. We had Kevin, Cadrian and Aviana's birthdays. I was on call for a couple of births, one of which was a totally and completely amazing. I went to a city a few hours away with three of the children for a training for a new phase of our home school journey. I've read a few books. We painted our "new" family room. We got a puppy. I wrote a song, recruited a friend to sing it, and am in the process of making a video.
Aaand a bunch of other stuff..
Saturday, July 26, 2014
July is usually pretty busy for us, but this July has been even more so.
Saturday, July 05, 2014
I really hate the expression "he made me the luckiest girl in the world". This man, this birthday man of mine, this good man, he works hard at loving me. I work hard at loving him. We work hard at loving our family. Of course there are easy moments, there are beautiful moments, there are hilarious moments. There are also, buckets and buckets of work.
This good man, this birthday man is celebrating his birthday today by hanging out with his family. That is hard for him to do. Being still is hard. Not getting jobs out on the farm done is hard. Being around the founts of energy that are our children, on a rainy day is hard. Prioritizing what is best, not what is easiest is hard.
It's not luck. Our marriage, our 13 years together is not made up of luck. We challenge each other, we bring out the best --and the worst--in each other. We love each other madly, and sometimes, we love each other mad. This man, this good man, and I stay together because we choose to stay together.
I am so thankful for this man, this good man who chooses each day to carry on loving us in the best ways he can. This man has been by me through five pregnancies, and five births, and ten years of breastfeeding and diaper changing. He was there for me the times I had to be on bedrest. He stands by me when I'm sick, when I'm tired, when I doubt myself.
He comes along slowly, warily but surely, when I decide we're not going to spank anymore. He tries. He supports when I start new ventures, when I try new things, when I dare.
This man, this good man, is celebrating his birthday today by going to Menard's to buy things like brackets and bathtub plugs. He's celebrating by corralling small children at the steak house. He's celebrating by doing art with younglings. He's celebrating by heating up leftovers, selling a mattress, getting a candle in his ice cream, and brushing teeth.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
I'm sharing this video for several reasons.
One: Because it's awesome.
Two: I want to educate people on natural birth. Women were created to do this! (Not just this, but you know what I mean). I want people to know that even though it's hard, and even though it can hurt, women CAN do this!
Three: My first birth was a Cesarean. That means I've had four VBACs, three out of hospital. VBACs are safe and should be encouraged.
Four: After Elivette was born, I had uterine clotting and bleeding. I lost a lot of blood and fainted. My midwife gently removed the clots, and administered oral Cytotec to clamp down my uterus. My midwife called 911 and I went to the hospital in the ambulance about two hours after the birth. My blood pressure was almost non-existent upon arrival. The ER doctor on call flipped out on me. At one point, he panickedly yelled at me "Do you just want me to take you back and do a hysterectomy right now?!" What kind of question is that for a medical professional to ask; especially to a woman in my weakened state? I knew my midwife had given me medicine at home, but I was unclear at the time exactly what it was. All I wanted was for him to wait until she arrived so I didn't end up with some sort of drug reaction.
After my midwife arrived at the ER, we got the OB on call to come down. She removed (NOT GENTLY) still more clots from my uterus. I remember screaming and writhing. It was much worse than anything I'd ever been through. I had been loud during the birth, but now I was really screaming! Then, after she got down off of me, they gave me morphine for the pain. A little late, I'd say. I was also hooked up to Pitocin.
I was thankful at least I got to nurse my baby in the ER.
They wouldn't let me eat. Once I got admitted, they made me stay awake and answer all these ridiculous questions for their intake forms. They wouldn't let me eat! I just had a baby and they wouldn't let me eat! I had to be on the surgical floor (I think) because since my baby was born at home, apparently she's contaminated and can't be in the Mother/Baby unit. The nurses were as kind as could be and very curious about home birth. I didn't really want to talk though; I just wanted to sleep! And eat!
The next morning, the OB came back to check on me. She told me that my midwife did everything right. My home birth midwife saved my life. She told me that while it was good we transferred, in case I needed a blood transfusion, the her actions and the actions of the ER doctor and the hospital staff are not what saved my life. My home birth midwife saved my life.
I reiterate this because I want it known that home birth is safe. Home birth, even when there's an emergency, is safe.
I want people to know that moving birth out of homes and into the hospital in the 21st century is much less about safety as they are led to believe, and more about money. Absolutely, there are instances where you need to be in the hospital--my first birth was one of those. But in the vast majority of cases, for the vast majority of women, it's unnecessary.
|Welcome Home banner the girls made for me.|
|Meeting biggest brother|
|Meeting big brother|
Six: Our birth stories matter. Birth matters. Helping women have a "good story" or even, the story they want is important to me. I hope that this video encourages someone to have a natural birth and to be able to say "I did it!"
Sunday, June 01, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
Yesterday when I was mowing the lawn, dandelion fluff blowing in my face, the smell of freshly mown grass filling my nose, I was thinking to myself all smug-like, "I should really let people know how awesome this is. I used to get allergy shots. I used to have to take medicine on a regular basis. I used to be non-functional until my allergy medicine kicked in, and even then I was moderately miserable. I used to not even be able to BE in the yard when someone was mowing, let alone mow it myself."
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Passion really is better than coffee.
It's a DRINK! Get your mind out of the gutter.
Only one out of five screaming and neck clinging when I dropped them off at Grandma's. We're getting better.
Hey! I'm not late!
Getting fillings isn't so bad when you can watch The Princess Bride.
Never had a leg wax in someone's living room. I'll go back. And next time I'll stop at the ATM first.
Six avocados. Five pounds of freshly sliced meats. Four cucumbers. Three cauliflower heads. Two tubs of spinach. And one healthier mama. (Hopefully).
Picked up my sister-in-law at the doctor. Slightly jealous that she always looks amazing, despite spending the weekend in the hospital, and the week flat on her back with an agonizing spinal headache. Glad she's feeling better.
"I'm gonna go mow." Yes, I really said that. And I really did that.
We have too much yard.
Somebody needs some sheep!
Oops! Time to leave again. Kuk Sool. Construction. Not even late. I totally rule.
"Mama! I want to climb that light pole!" This about sums up the energy level at Goodwill.
And your aisle's entertainment will be provided by sword fights with wrapping paper. Stop laughing, fellow customers, you're just encouraging them!
Goodwill Good Deals: For Kevin: Tommy Bahama silk shirt, Banana Republic shorts, J. Crew jeans and a couple pairs of shorts for work
For me: VS Pink capris, questionably authentic Gucci handbag, and UGGS
For Aviana: a couple of Gap swimsuits, and Iowa State tanktop and a pair of sandals For Denton: a pair of Merrells
For Elivette: a cute Carter's outfit
For Brielle: four black tops to wear under her Kuk Sool uniform, which is the whole reason why we went there in the first place
For Cadrian: NOTHING--and he's the one who really needs shoes ( I have a theory that five year old boys wear out all the clothes, so there are never any for me to buy)
Waving excitedly to all the people in the grocery store parking lot while 9 yo runs in for the almond milk I forgot earlier. Yes. That was us.
We love singing along to the Best of Broadway CD all the way home! (although, I question the truth of The Best)
Make your children's day and stop by the lake a mile from your house to pee and strut about to "If I were a rich man".
Kevin doing bedtime = priceless
Nursing runny nosed toddlers is possibly the grodiest thing ever.
Cutting husband's hair and it's not the day of the wedding we're going to...again with the "I totally rule".
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Aviana, age 9, bursts into the bathroom where I'm, ahem, doing bathroom things.
"MAMA!" she bellows, "Mama!"
"What?!"alarmed, I am forced to answer, wondering why I can't seem to remember to ALWAYS lock the door.
"Stamps are now 49 cents!"
Did you buy that table put togevvewr awweady or did it come in a box and you put it togevvewr?
I bought it put together already.
*pause, thinking this over*
When you die, can I have it?
Cadrian, as we're driving to the park:
Can we go swimming?
No, not today.
Can we go to a friend's house?
No, not today.
Can we go to that park?
No, that's a school, we can't go there until the schoolchildren go home.
Can we go to that park? (indicating the one we're heading to)
Yes! Yes we can!
UGH! NO! I don't want to!
Denton, 3, riding his tractor around and around the lawn chair where I'm sitting outside.
"Know what I hate?"
"What?" I respond, internally exasperated to hear another thing this kid hates.
"When you're sitting down wifout me."