Lately

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Adoring:  Alba Kukui Nut Cream

Still Listening To:  Midlake

Proud of:  my husband’s latest woodturning art

Never Leaving Home Without:  Jason’s Mineral Sunbrella

Appreciating:  Dr. Polo Shirt

Nostalgic:  my dad cooking breakfast for me–the same breakfast he always made on Saturday mornings when I was a kid

Re-reading:  The Joys of Motherhood by Buchi Emecheta (don’t let the title fool ya–it is not joyful)

Buying:  Baby legwarmers

Drinking:  Zhena’s Gypsy Earl Green Tea

Working on:  prenatals, classes, and a new birth project soon to be revealed

Wishing:  that I could make a salad as yummy as my mom’s

Giddy About:  my sister’s growing belly

Feeling:  nervous about the grace-based discipline study group I’m facilitating (what was I thinking??)

Missing Terribly:  dear friends who have returned to the north lands

Greenville Hypnobabies Class

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I’m now accepting registrations for my next Hypnobabies class series.  I have emailed everyone who has expressed interest.  If you want info, please email me (j_byers at bellsouth dot net).

Class will meet for 6 consecutive Sundays (5pm-8pm) beginning June 13.  The class maximum is 5 couples.

All the Pregnant Mamas

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I’m participating in an event designed just for you tomorrow.  Greenville’s first “Tea with the Doulas” is happening at Baby Impressions on Congaree Rd.  10:30am. 

Come learn all sorts of tricks doulas use to support women in their birthing times.  We’ll have door prizes, yummy food, and, of course, tea.  And it is free. 

This event is perfect for someone who is considering a doula or would like to learn more about doulas.

See you there!

She wore an itsy bitsy

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Tie-Dye for Bonaire

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I’m terrible at tie-dye.  My friend, Hippie, is fantastic at tie-dye.  A real live professional tie-dyest (?).  And he is currently dyeing for a cause.  Yeah, I know, that sentence is awkward.  I’m sorry, it is late and I’m so very tired. 

Let me put it this way. 

Buy his stuff.  Money will go to people who need stuff. 

Here is Cedar sporting Hippie’s threads (why yes, she is enjoying her first taste of Barley’s pizza):

Tend it or make it grow

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My sister and brother-in-law gave Norah a fantastic little book.  It is called Praying With Our Feet by Lisa Weaver.  Ingrid Hess is the illustrator.   Both women are Mennonites.

I’ll start with the fun things I love about the book:

  • first person from the perspective of a little girl
  • little girl’s aunt wears her baby in a stylin’ sling
  • illustrations are crazy colorful
  • the town map includes a community garden and food coop
  • diversity, diversity, diversity
  • the minister is a woman.  and she knits.  and wears sandals.

The serious things I love about the book:

It is a message of peace.  And action.  And love.  Praying with our feet, in this book, means walking for peace.  “While we walk, I remember that my minister often says the voice of Jesus is love.  Every person is our neighbor, not just the people who live right beside us.”

I thought of this book tonight because I’ve been listening to a sermon podcast series on Jonah.  I know, I know, when we think of Jonah, many of us immediately flashback to Sunday School pictures of a whale.  And that is really all we remember about this short book. 

Norah recently asked me to read the entire book straight from the Bible.  She had read a children’s version and I suppose she wanted to know more.  After reading the entire book to her, I suppose I wanted to know more. 

What I learned:

  • Nineveh was in Assyria
  • The Assyrians were brutal and oppressive to the Jewish people
  • The Assyrians were really, really brutal and oppressive to the Jewish people
  • Jonah was a Jew
  • Jonah wanted God to destroy Nineveh
  • While he sat hoping for Nineveh’s destruction, God sent a vine to provide shade for him
  • When God later sent a worm to whither the vine, Jonah pouted and said (rather dramatically) that he was angry enough to die

And here it is (Jonah 4:9-11):

But God said to Jonah, “Do you have a right to be angry about the vine?” 

“I do,” he said. “I am angry enough to die.”

But the LORD said, “You have been concerned about this vine, though you did not tend it or make it grow. It sprang up overnight and died overnight.  But Nineveh has more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who cannot tell their right hand from their left, and many cattle as well. Should I not be concerned about that great city?”

Ahhh, God tended these people and made them grow.  These are his children, too.  It is offensive, is it not?  These people who easily rivaled Hitler simply said they were sorry and they received grace. 

May God “guide our feet into the path of peace.”  (Luke 1:79)

For more on Christianity and nonviolence, may I recommend Jesus for President by Shane Claiborne or The Politics of Jesus by John Howard Yoder?  Amazing books, these two.     

Don’t cry over cracked eggs

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I opened a new carton of eggs this morning and found three broken eggs.  Boo.

Then I remembered something I saw last weekend when Scott and I toured some green(ish) homes

I filled the eggshells with a little bit of activated charcoal and potting soil, gathered some moss from the yard, and made these little cuties. 

I don’t know how long they will last.  I suppose I’ll mist them when they seem dry and we’ll see what happens.

They look lovely on the shelf above my sink. 

The Village

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No, I’m not talking about that creepy movie with the red cloaks and Those We Do Not Speak Of.

I attended a birth for the first time at Village at Pelham.  I had hoped to write a proper review covering how the rooms were set up, how the bed adjusted, and so forth.  However, my client began pushing upon arrival so I wasn’t there long enough to locate the popsicles or extra pillows. 

I’m not complaining, mind you!  It is usually a more positive experience if the mom spends most of her labor outside the hospital.  And, anyway, this hospital plans to close their L&D by the end of the summer.  Still, for what it’s worth, here is what I noticed.

  • When I walked in the main entrance, the receptionist recognized me as a doula (the birth ball is a dead giveaway) and greeted me with hopes that my client would have a happy birth. 
  • Once I walked into L&D, my client’s nurse stopped me in the hall and said, “I know your client is using hypnosis and I don’t want to interrupt her but I need to do an IV.  Can you prepare her for that?”  Nice! 
  • The mom did not push on her back. 
  • No one questioned the family’s decision to decline certain routine procedures for the baby.  The mom had uninterrupted skin-to-skin contact for at least an hour. 
  • And the same sweet lady working the front desk asked me as I left, “She already had her baby??”
  • Anything else?  Oh, the main entrance doors were neat.

That is about all I noticed.  I’m not scheduled to have another birth there before they close so I guess that is my short-lived experience with Village Hospital.

VBA2C can happen at a rural hospital

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At our April Blessingway, our positive birth story was Sarah’s VBA2C.  VBA2C stands for vaginal birth after 2 previous cesareans.  It is difficult to find a provider willing to take a VBA2C at a large hospital with 24 hour anesthesia and a level III NICU.  I know.  I’ve had clients try.  So to hear of a rural hospital supporting a VBA2C made me take notice. 

Of course, Sarah, who is also a nurse, pointed out that if a hospital is afraid of the risks of VBAC, they should not be doing any births.  There are higher risks for other types of birth-related complications.  (Ahem, Palmetto Baptist Medical Center Easley). 

Sarah found a supportive practice who influenced their hospital, Oconee Medical Center.  Drs Shannon Poole and Virginia Bass in Seneca (Blue Ridge Women’s Center) seem to be supportive of patient choice.   

Sarah shared that Oconee’s L&D nurse manager even held an in-service to help the other nurses understand VBACs and not be concerned about Sarah’s upcoming birth.  Some of them had not seen a VBAC before. 

If you’re on that side of the Upstate, it sounds like this practice is worth checking out.  I find AnMed Hospital to be a tricky place to birth, and an even trickier place to VBAC.  Oconee might be a good alternative.

What is your emergency?

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It is after midnight.  I’m up with the baby who is dozing fitfully tonight.     

My day began with an unfamiliar voice saying, “911.  What is your emergency?”

Huh?

Exactly. 

Apparently, my 8 month old had decided to get up, grab my phone from the nightstand, unlock the keypad, and call 911.  While I slept. 

That was the start of my day.

Then I noticed a funky rash around the 4-yr old’s mouth.  I went to askdrsears.com because he always, always tells me whatever the concern is, it is no big deal.  Except this time.  This time he said I take my child to the doctor or ER (!) immediately. 

I proceeded to examine Norah’s mouth 52 million times and look at 12.8 million google images of petechiae rash. 

When Scott (finally) got home, I demanded he look at Norah’s mouth.  He said it looked like she’d tried to suck a cup.  And asked her if she had.  And she happily showed him how she and her friend, Clem, had tried to hold toy cups to their faces yesterday.  Well you’d never guess.  That wooden cup matched her rash perfectly.

Problem solved, now what’s for dinner.

I’m so glad I didn’t call our doctor on that one.  It would be like the time we almost called the plumber

Somehow I’m not feeling at the top of my game.  

At least Cedar will be able to call for help if we get into too much trouble.