Friday, May 30, 2008

Friday Fill-ins

1. For me conformity is the opposite of creativity.
2. The Milk of Hathor was the last excellent book I read.
3. I like fill-ins because it reminds me it's Friday already.
4. In nature I like looking at the trees, as does my baby. Really I just like watching her watch the trees.
5. The people should win the US elections. (isn't this government for the people? Then why is it that it's the corporations that are winning at my expense?- I'm a person!)
6. The last time I laughed with all my belly was playgroup yesterday- or was it when I made those cookies with my secret icing recipe?.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to camping, tomorrow my plans include a blessingway and Sunday, I want to curl my hair!


Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Book Review: The Thinking Woman's Guide to a Better Birth

I wanted to read this book because so many people have recommended it for pregnant mothers, but when I borrowed this book last week, I was told that this book probably wasn't something I needed to read.

After having read it, I agree that I didn't really need to read it myself, but I know why it's so highly recommended. It's a great starting point for birth research. It goes over the research, pros, and cons of cesareans, epidurals, inductions, various birth professionals, etc. It gives a good overview of how birth is handled. I definitely see its virtues as a book for pregnant women.

As for myself, though, as I read through it, I just kept saying, "I knew that already." I didn't really learn all that much from the book overall. I did learn little tidbits of things that I didn't bother researching because it didn't pertain to me, though. For example, I didn't know that the FDA had issued a warning about vacuum extraction in 1998. And here it is 10 years later and I personally know women who have had vacuum extraction births in the past 2 years. Why are the doctors still doing this when the FDA has advised against it? Do the doctors not know? Do they just not care?

Also, I think this book would be improved if they had a newer edition. For example, in the paragraph discussing the risks of a cesarean to the baby, she doesn't discuss the mortality rate. This research has been done since the publication of the book, so I don't blame her for not putting it in, but I think a newer addition with some of the more recent research would be beneficial.

Also, I thought her outlook on unassisted birth was a little grim, noting that out-of-hospital births are safer with a trained and knowledgeable attendant. When discussing the safety of UC, you run into a lot of statistical issues. First, an unattended out-of-hospital birth varies from planned UC to can't-get-to-the-hospital-on-time birth. States don't differentiate between these two scenarios when keeping track of vital statistics. Also, UC is underreported because there are people out there afraid to admit that they UCed because of fear of CPS or other state departments. You can't really get clean statistics on UC. And finally, why can't the mother be considered a "trained attendant?" I would say that most women who UC don't take the decision lightly and do months or years of research and know how to recognize complications and judge for themselves whether or not the complication is serious.

But overall, I thought this was a thorough book for anyone who needs a place to start their birth research. If you need a good overview of birth, this is a great book for that.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

My first camping trip

I had never gone camping except for girl's camp when I was in Young Women's, and we all know that doesn't count. They had platform cabin-y tent things and latrines (and flushing toilets and showers if you walked far enough).

After finding a tent and scrounging up all our blankets, we went camping with some friends on Sunday night. This was my first real tent camping with real bushes to pee behind!

The canyon was very beautiful. It got dark quickly so we had to figure out how to put the tents up.



























It was also a little windy- little did we know that was a foreshadowing of the evening to come.








































So we set up our tents and McKay and I put out our blankets on the floor of our tent- our friends had an air mattress. We all played some Pit and other games and munched on trail mix until we decided to go to sleep. We made our tent as comfortable as possible and I gave Margaret the place that was the most cushioned.

Then it started to drizzle and that woke me up a little, but it wasn't that bad. I went back to sleep.

Then the wind picked up. And I was so glad that we had pitched our tent solidly. And I went back to sleep.

Then it started pouring. At this point it was a little chilly and McKay was hogging the blankets. Margaret and I were getting a little cold. So I rearrange myself and let Margaret sleep on my chest to keep her warm. But being on my back was very uncomfortable, so I give Margaret to McKay and she sleeps on his chest.

I can't get back to sleep, so my mind does some wandering. Around 5:30 our friends call out to us from their tent and ask if we want to make a run for it to the car (the rain was not letting up). We get ourselves ready and end our first camping trip.

Things I wondered during the night. Did it rain in the Garden of Eden? (McKay said no.) Do you think God made it rain the first night out? It's not like they would have had time to build a house in a day. That would have been really crappy- first night out of Eden and you're sleeping through a rainstorm. I also thought about how grateful I was that we co-sleep. Margaret took our sleeping conditions well. It's not as comfy as our bed, but she was right there with us and we could protect her from any stray woolly mammoths.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Here's a completely different post

Margaret was the greatest in Relief Society! She sat up in my lap and watched the speaker and followed her around the room with her eyes. It was great! She was so into the speaker that she forgot that she was ferociously hungry and tired. It wasn't until the end of Relief Society that she realized she was hungry.

Well, she and her daddy are currently napping. I've got a few things to do today, so this'll be short. :)

And now for something...

Not quite completely different.

I'm taking a break from my UC thoughts today to review a book. However it's AP-related, and as I said I'd be doing a series of crunchy posts, the timing of couldn't have been better.

I picked up this book for various reasons. First, it's summer and I needed something to read. It was also on our AP Playgroup's list of books they read for book club last year before I was a part of the group- I wanted to read it so I had more in common with the other moms. Also, I had heard it described as one of the first books to promote attachment parenting- it's kind of like a classic. Attachment parenting isn't something I knew even existed until last year, so I've been looking for things that help explain what AP is and how to do it. Since this book seemed like the original AP book, I decided it would be a good place to start.

Liedloff had gone to South America to live with some native peoples for a couple of years. She noticed a huge difference between the behavior of babies, toddlers, and children of our culture and their more "primitive" one. The biggest thing she pushes for is carrying your baby. As she goes through the book, she pretty much suggests that pretty much all of the problems in our society stem from not holding our children during the first 6-8 months of their lives.

She states that children can learn to communicate and behave in their environment better when they are being carried- either in arms or in a sling-type carrier because they can see how adults interact due to the fact that they are at adult level and not down in a playpen or crib away from adults. Another one of her main points was that when you leave a child alone, they grow accustomed to fear, being worried, etc., and learn that those states are the status quo. She claims that personalities that, for example, can't seem happy unless they've got something to worry about, are like that because as infants they learned that life's status quo was "worry" and not "satisfied." So they worry about lots of things- and find things to worry about even when they don't need to. Holding your child lets them observe the world that you live in safely and while feeing "right." I thought it was a very interesting book and a great one to read. It read a little differently from what I was used to, but I definitely learned from it.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Why I chose UC, part 3:

Paradigm shift.

I had my heart set on UC, though I didn't know it yet. I had overcome the paradigm that I had been presented with and accepted as the norm. This happened in stages.

Stage 1: Realizing that UC was an option in America.
I don't remember what I was looking for, but one day, I came across Laura Shanley's website. Admittedly, I thought it was a little extreme and "out there," but as I read the stories, I kept thinking, "I want that! I want to try that!" I learned that UC was legal and that people really chose it- it wasn't just a have-a-baby-too-fast thing. Suddenly I felt like I was a part of something and I wasn't alone. It gave me more courage to do the research involved.

Stage 2: The research- finding out that birth is simple.
I don't know why, but it took me a couple of months to realize that I had one of the greatest university libraries at my disposal. I checked out Laura's book, Grantly Dick-Read's book, and a couple of midwifery books that discussed complications in childbirth and how to handle them. I found amazing websites and asked the people I knew who had natural births about their births. I gave McKay things to read so he would feel prepared, also. I immersed myself in the birthing world. I was a little hesitant about this- I was afraid that birth would be too complicated- I'd have to memorize facts about dilation and station and birth would turn into this huge science experiment with measurements and timing. It didn't. In fact, the more I studied, the simpler birth became. I remember at my baby shower, someone asked, "Do you know how to give birth? Does McKay know what to do?" I remember laughing because those ideas seemed so preposterous at that point. Of course I did- you just let the baby come. And McKay...well, if he can catch, he knows exactly what to do.

Stage 3: Confronting the idea that childbirth is inherently painful.
Maybe this stage should be called "overcoming the Catholic/Protestant vein of America". I'll admit that this was one of the largest stumbling blocks for me. Even though as a Latter-day Saint, original sin is not part of my belief system- "We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam's transgression" (Articles of Faith), I hadn't made the jump from, "I'm not punished for Adam's trangession" to "I'm also not punished for Eve's transgression". Part of this is because America is culturally very Protestant/Catholic in its views. The idea that childbirth is painful is not only suggested from the Garden of Eden story, but from television, movies, and the way we discuss birth amongst ourselves (aka birth horror stories). I had to decide that I was not going to believe in original sin and I'm going to ignore the scare tactics of other people. I had to surround myself with uplifting stories, thoughts, and people.

Stage 4: Finding Support
Part of my paradigm shift was to realize that I wasn't alone in wanting a UC and that it wasn't a strange hippie idea. This happened in stages. Last fall, I found out that a British company wanted to film a segment on UC. I contacted them and they were interested in talking to me- so much in fact, that they flew me to Colorado to take part in the filming. There I met other women who had previous UCs or were planning future ones (I even met Laura Shanley!) This was important for me because I was able to meet people who were supportive and not put off by my plans. A couple of weeks after this, I went to my first LLL meeting. I stayed afterwards hoping I could talk to people about birth. I told one of the leaders about my plan to UC and I was surprised to find out that she knew about UC and knew a lady in the area who had UCed her first two children, and she ended up UCing again in November! I got to meet her at December's UCAN meeting where we watched the UC of Psalm and Zoya. My unassisted childbirth went from "someone in Laos" to "people in America" to "women in my own town" who were also LDS. It made a huge difference to have that local support.

I chose UC because I wanted a peaceful birth, found that it was indeed possible and safe from my research, and because I had great support (I probably would have UCed without the support, but it would have been more difficult). I had grown up knowing and trusting my body- unassisted childbirth seemed like a natural extension of what I already knew about it. I knew I wasn't being careless- and if something had really and truly gone wrong, we would have sought help. We need to stop thinking of birth as an emergency- the panic and fear resulting from that causes more complications than necessary. Beautiful birth experiences aren't unreachable aspirations- they are attainable, tangible realities.

Why I chose UC (part 2):

College- growing into your own person
(continued from here)

It is required of all students to take a "global and cultural awareness" class. I decided to take Anthropology 101. It was your basic general education course: required reading, notes, group work, papers, lectures, the whole shebang. What caught my attention most was one of our required books: The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down. It's about a Hmong family and their struggle with the medical system in California as they try to get help for their girl with epilepsy. The part that affected me most was not about Lia, but about how Foua gives birth.

Even if Foua had been a less fastidious housekeeper, her newborn babies wouldn't have gotten dirty, since she never let them actually touch the floor. She remains proud to this day that she delivered each of them into her own hands, reaching between her legs to ease out the head and then letting the rest of the body slip out onto her bent forearms. No birth attendant was present, though if her throat became dry during labor, her husband, Nao Kao, was permitted to bring her a cup of hot water, as long as he averted his eyes from her body. Because Foua believed that moaning or screaming would thwart the birth, she labored in silence, with the exception of an occasional prayer to her ancestors. She was so quiet that although most of her babies were born at night, her older children slept undisturbed on a communal bamboo pallet a few feet away, and woke only when they heard the cry of their new brother or sister. After each birth, Nao Kao cut the umbilical cord with heated scissors and tied it with string. Then Foua washed the baby with water she had carried from the stream, usually in the early phases of labor, in a wooden and bamboo pack-barrel strapped to her back.


It continues on (you can read more here) with how they take care of the placenta and other customs concerning birth. When I read this, it was the first time that I had encountered the idea that birth could be painless, even easy. My own birth was a scheduled cesarean due to my breech position. And even though my mother made comments such as, "It's you fault for turning around that last month!" jokingly, I always felt she wasn't happy with her birth experience.

But here in Foua was a woman who was proud of catching her children and of her births, one who didn't scream in labor. I sat down an thought, "Why is it that she can give birth so peacefully and women here can't? Why can't I have that sort of birth, too?"

"I can. What's the difference between me and Foua? We both have arms and legs and muscles. We are built the same- both humans." I could come up with only two differences: nutrition and
the cultural views of childbirth. Being in America, I have access to the best nutrition in the world (if I take advantage of it). All I need to do is change the way I view childbirth.

At this point, I was engaged to McKay. I started joking around with him saying, "You'll come home from work some day and I'll have a baby in my arms and declare, 'Look what I found! You won't believe where they were hiding!'" He didn't think I was very serious- and I wasn't quite serious yet- just testing the waters. And I didn't think this was something that was even allowed in America.

(continued in part 3)

Friday Fill-ins

1. On my laziest day I like to read!
2. Knitting makes me feel like I'm being productive.
3. I love little baby toes (I think they look like tiny grapes) and big baby tummies, which I think look like Werther's Originals.
4. This summer I want to start working on Project: Pigeon Hole again.
5. Other people's funny made me start my blog.
6. Red is the flavor of Powerade I drank during my labor and orange was the color of my softball team when I was 8 (the Lazers) .
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to getting over this illness (I've been sick-bleh), tomorrow my plans include playing Deadlands and Sunday, I want to make cookies!


Thursday, May 22, 2008

Why I chose UC- Part 1:

Growing up with a Trust and Fascination with the Human Body

I remember one evening when I was around 10 or so, my father told me that part of our experience and growth on Earth included mastering our bodies- as sort of mind over matter subject. This is part of why we fast, he told me. He then related a story of a man who had so much control over his body he could cause his heart to slow down and beat on command.

I went to bed that night with aspirations swarming in my head. Is it possible to control your heart like that? Maybe I could gain control of my body like that. Yes. I would do that.

I spent the next few nights, with my fingers on my neck measuring my pulse, trying to make my heart beat on command. I couldn't do it: my heart kept on beating to its own drummer, but I was hooked. I wanted to know everything about my body and be able to detect all the subtle details.

My belief that you are the expert on your own body was re-affirmed one Christmas when my dad had a case of appendicitis. He went to the doctor and ER being turned away a few times because he didn't have any of the regular symptoms such as nausea. However, he persisted and
they did remove his appendix later that night because, lo and behold, he was right about his appendicitis.

Later in my life, I had a similar, but not so dire experience. I went into the doctor and said, "I have -----" because I knew I did (well, I had spent the last 10 years of my life trying to regulate my own heart beat- I was quite in tune with myself by this time). They did their tests and came back with a "We're not so sure. We need to test it again." Eventually (after a LONG wait where they forgot me in the examination room) they came back with a, "It is -----. Here you are," and gave me the medicine.

It was a frustrating experience: they didn't trust me to know my body. I'd been in my body for 20 years by that point- I think I'd know when something's up and how to diagnose it. It was demeaning to be told, "You don't know yourself- we know better and we've decided what you have."

That experience, though, was in college. And college was where I learned about UC...

(continued in Part 2)

Like granola

I've been feeling slightly crunchy lately, so I think I'll be doing a little blogging about that. Look forward to some installments of crunchy including my decision to UP/UC and why I love attachment parenting from this not-quite-granola-more-like-cornflakes crunchy momma.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

New!

We bought a car! We now have AC and 4 doors! Woohoo!

This isn't our car, but it's raining right now. So instead, I found a picture online of what our car looks like:
White's not my number one color, but hey. It was a good deal and a good car. We can now drive across Nevada in 3 weeks (2 weeks? I need to check the calendar) with a baby and without stopping for gas every couple of hours.

Cars are expensive, though! Not only do you have to pay for it, but you need a few hundred for registering it and emissions and such (bleh). McKay even added me to the title. For the first time ever, there's a car in my name. Weird. Last night, McKay put on our new license plates. It's so pretty.

Yesterday was pretty exciting. I went to Walking Group for Enrichment in the morning, tutored, went to playgroup, bought stamps, bought materials for craft group that evening, and finally went to craft group that evening (we made aprons). I also managed to finish a sock! I need to post pictures of that...

But yes. A nice filled day. I now have a pretty empty day in front of me. What shall I get done?

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Tipping the scales

I just read a birth announcement that I am so incredibly amazed at. The mother UCed and at 44 weeks and 2 days had a little baby boy- a little 13 lb. baby boy. There were some odd ounces added to that weight.

And I had a measly 8 and a half pounder. (not that I consider Margaret measly- she's amazing)

I love our bodies and the amazing things they can do. We can give birth- and it's unlikely that our bodies will house babies that we can't give birth to because of size. I don't even know her personally, but I'm proud of her. Hooray for birth!

And here're some articles or videos about CPD that this reminded me of. The woman I mentioned was never diagnosed with CPD (to my knowledge) but I'm guessing that size of baby would have caused concern had she been receiving OB/GYN or even midwifery care. It makes me wonder what amazing birth experiences we're missing out on when we are too afraid to trust ourselves.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Friday Fill-ins

1. There is absolutely NO way you can get me to ignore my baby's cries!
2. The tilt of the earth, causing the sun to rise earlier and set later, reminds me that summer is almost here!
3. I cannot live without my lungs or any other vital organ.
4. Running a marathon and knitting socks on two circulars are two things I'd like to try.
5. When life hands you lemons put them down your disposal (it'll make your kitchen smell better).
6. My grandpa is my favorite childhood memory (which is why we named Margaret after him- her middle name*).
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to being spontaneous and just doing somehing, tomorrow my plans include car shopping and garage sale-ing and Sunday, I want to go to church!

To grab you own fill ins, go here.

*it's lucky that both of her grandmas also have the same middle name, eh?

Advice

I was reading a UC forum today and someone had asked for advice- she's planning her first UC. I wanted to share my advice here because not only does it apply to UCing women, but to other birthing women and people in general. I've elaborated a bit more here than I did on the forum.

  1. Relax. Don't get impatient. Babies do come. Mine came at 43 weeks after a 44 hour labor, but she came nonetheless. It's kind of like when you're engaged, or when you graduate, or when a birthday is coming- you want it to happen now. Wait a little now and it'll all be worth it in the end. A friend of mine described it this way, "It's like Christmas is coming, but you don't know when." It is like Christmas, except much, much better. And enjoy the waiting period, enjoy being pregnant. Pregnancy can be so much fun.
  2. Don't be afraid of following your intuition. You have intuition for a reason- your gut can be pretty smart sometimes. If you feel like you should do something, do it! I tried sitting on the toilet during my labor, but as soon as I sat down, it was wrong. I even tried it a couple of times after that because so many people raved about how it helps you relax- still wrong for me. So I stopped. In labor, the best position you should be in will be the one you want to be in. Similarly, if you're thirsty, drink; if you're cold, turn on the heater; if your little voice tells you to phone a friend, do it. Don't sit around second guessing yourself- take action!
  3. Along with that, don't be afraid to ask for help. If you need someone there for you to hold onto during your pushes, ask. If you need someone to shove their fists in your back, kick them! (poor McKay...) If you do need a doctor or midwife's services, then get it. Asking for help is especially important post partum. If you need company, call people and ask for it.
  4. On the other hand, don't be afraid to try new positions. Something that didn't feel good yesterday might feel good today. It might take trying something new for your intuition to say, "Yes! That's what I want!" Even up to the day before I went into labor, I didn't want a waterbirth. It kind of sounded like a hassle- fill up the pool, drain it. It's not what I wanted to deal with. However, about 8-10 hours into labor, I suggested to McKay that we blow up the pool and fill it. It turned out that the water was the most comfortable place to be during my back labor. I'm glad that we had the pool on hand so I had the option.
  5. Don't be bullied. Don't let people scare you out of what you want. Fear is never a good reason to do ANYTHING. It's not a good reason to stay home and it's not a good reason to go to the hospital. People who use fear in their persuasions are really insecure themselves. When they're saying, "But what if..." they're really saying, "I don't believe I'm able to do that and so you shouldn't believe that you can do that." Don't listen to them! Don't let them project their insecurities onto you. You are strong. You can do it. And remember who it is that fear comes from. Fear does not come from Christ- faith does, support does, strength does. When people try to scare you out of your decisions, remember where the fear is coming from and have faith instead.
  6. Remember that you aren't alone. You aren't the first person to ever give birth- you have millions of women before you and their strength. This was something that I was reminded of about halfway through my labor. When it got close to the end, I thought about it again. Although it seems like we're treading on new territory, we're not.

And since I know picture-less posts are boring, here's a picture of the fountain at the Chicago Temple.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Benefits

Yesterday was Mother's Day- it was my first on the receiving end. I thought I'd share some of the fun ways I've changed/benefited from being a mother.

My spit has cleaning properties now. When Margaret's face needs cleaning, I can just add a little mom spit and wipe it away.

I can talk to myself and it's not considered weird because I have a baby. For example, last week at the grocery store, I asked Margaret aloud, "What do you want for dinner? Chicken? Vegetables?" Of course Margaret isn't getting any of that for dinner, but I can ask it! Had I not had a baby attached to me, the scene would have looked more strange.

I can hide my inability to keep still by having a baby in my lap.

However, I seem to be missing out on an important mom quality: I still only have two eyes. Is there a special mom-shop where you can get the extra two that are supposed to grow in on the back of your head? Mine haven't come in yet.

I do love being a mom. I'm so glad little Margaret is with us. She is a lot of fun and work, but mostly fun.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Woohoo!

So wow. I feel great- I've been feeling pretty great for a while, but this past week I finally had the desire to do things I used to like. I went to the library, I found the desire to knit (and not just baby socks) and I've even found the desire to do the dishes! How great have I been feeling?

So great that I put Margaret on my back so I could do the dishes (note that my hair is still wet from my shower)!

So great that I reorganized all my yarn!

So great we've gone for walks outside (I like the flowers on this bush)


Ooh- my first Mother's Day gift from a lady in our ward. We've named the geranium after her: Pearl.

And a cute picture:

Friday, May 09, 2008

Friday Fill-ins

So a couple of the Baby a Baby Swap people do this thing called Friday Fill-ins.



There's a blog that put up sentences for you to fill in. I kept reading their fill-ins and wanted to do it myself, so I did. This week's fill-in:

1. The chicken soup had an extra secret ingredient; it was Bisquick!
2. On Wednesday, the rain drenched my drying dishes by pounding through my window.
3. Right now, I need my size 1 knitting needles free.
4. Nowhere is where I went Thursday night; it was relaxing and frustrating at the same time.
5. Why does watching your baby struggle with a stuffy nose hurt so much?
6. All I can think of is the secret knitting project I'm planning for a friend.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to making Cocoa Butt Banana Cake, tomorrow my plans include a walk for supporting adoption and Sunday, I want to get more knitting done!


Ah, Thursday night... That was a struggle. I had 2 things planned and I went to neither. First, there was Enrichment. I love going to Enrichment, so it's odd for me not to go. Second, there was an Usbourne party that a lot of the AP playgroup moms would be at. I love hanging out with them and I try to go to all of the AP group's activities.

So why did I stay home, though? Well, I had been out and about with Margaret all day and the thought of climbing into the backseat to buckle her up was just a tiring thought. So I didn't go anywhere. Although, I did spend the night thinking, "Maybe I should have gone- I bet there are people still there. I could go now... Hmm... Car seat... No... (sigh)."

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

A cold

About 4:30 in the morning, I reaped some of the benefits of parenting. Poor Margaret has a cold. I knew something was up yesterday when she would wake up crying- she never cries when she wakes up normally. Her crying would stop once I picked her up, but I had no idea what was causing it. We discovered a leaky nose last night and in the middle of the night, I woke up to her sniffles (she was awake, too). This is her very first cold- quite exciting, I suppose.

So 4:30am, poor Margaret was sniffling and couldn't sleep because of her stuffy nose. Boy, do I know how that feels. I had the same issue during the 2 weeks prior to her birth- could have been allergies, could have been weird end-of-pregnancy hormones, who knows? Anyway, she doesn't know how to blow her nose (obviously). I picked her up, walked around with her and finally gave in to the nasal aspirator. I know babies don't like those, so I really didn't want to have to use it (and until now, we haven't needed it- even for the birth). She didn't seem to mind the aspirator (I was being very gentle with it). But in the end, you can't suck all the stuff out of a nose because it keeps making more. I just lied her back down and fed her and stared at her and she stared back. It was kind of like she understood that I really couldn't help her with her cold and that I had tried everything; she trusted me and understood when I couldn't do anymore- she was just so patient with me. Eventually Margaret did fall asleep and after a while I got back to sleep.

We're taking naps today, though.

Monday, May 05, 2008

How to go to church

  1. Try to convince your husband that you've healed from the labor and that it's been long enough to take a baby to a place where everyone will want to touch her. Sure, we took her to graduation, but only family held her. Church is different- everyone wants to see and touch babies.
  2. When he refuses, take drastic measures: just put on your church clothes and go whether he likes it or not. :)

Ok. After the fact, it may have been a little soon, but I was going crazy sitting at home while McKay went to church. Margaret was great during sacrament- slept the whole time. Sunday School was good, too, since I had McKay to hold her (he can calm her so quickly!) But Relief Society was a little more difficult. She wanted to nurse, but also, she didn't want to. It was really warm in there and heat bothers her. She sucked on my pinky a lot of the time and I tried to blow cool air on her- and it's amazing how difficult it is to sign the attendance roll with a baby in your arms!

Saturday is a special day...

It's the day you get locked out of your car.

Garage sale-ing. Wymount had a garage sale, so I went up there and sold some stuff with a friend. I made $7. Not the best, but I did get rid of stuff. The rest will be either freecycled or DIed.

Then I come home. I see McKay running out of the house and towards a truck. I park and start unbuckling Margaret. McKay comes back and hands me the phone- he's going to help his brother out- and he runs off again. I get out of the car and approach the door. I search my pockets for my keys. Great. I don't have them. I go back to the car and sure enough, there they are on Margaret's blanket.

My reflection in the window of the car- see the keys inside?



What to do? I go and change Margaret's diaper (good thing I grabbed my tote bag!) on a grassy area outside. I call McKay to see how long he'll be gone- 2 hours. I can handle 2 hours out of the house.

She's hungry, so I find a place to sit- the grass was too wet/muddy. I feed her and she has another diaper explosion (but luckily it didn't make it onto her clothes). I change her on the grass again. I realize I need to use the restroom and I'm hungry as it's noon. Taking a little inventory of the neighborhood, I decide: grocery store.

Grocery store. It's only a block and a half away, so I walk there. I learn how useful the wrap is: I can use the restroom without worries. I obviously wasn't going to find a random stranger and ask, "Hey- do you mind watching my newborn while I use the restroom?" And had I owned one of those bucket carriers, it wouldn't have been able to fit in the stall with me (the wheelchair accessible stall was taken by someone on their phone- eww- I hope they washed their phone. But with the wrap, I can do everything and wash my hands without touching my babe. It was great.
I stop by the deli and buy a sandwich and drink. Next stop: a place to eat.

Lunch time. There's a park near our house, so I head that way to find a table to eat at. On the way, though, I see a couple in our ward carrying shopping bags- they just got off the bus and are headed home. They were once in my singles ward so we go way back. I chat with them and they invite me to eat my sandwich at their place. Plus, they have cookies.

The end. I chat with them- she's doing her master's thesis on health insurance and how it affects fertility, so she's one of those people who likes to discuss gender issues. We have a great time discussing gender and cultural influences on it- it was a lot of fun. McKay calls me and comes to pick me up; it's been two hours. And it was so much fun. Sure, I would have been way more productive had I not left the keys in the car, but I would have missed out on a little adventure.

Which reminds me, I was going to borrow some books from Sister M and I left them at their house. Mental note: find time to borrow their books!

Thursday, May 01, 2008

All Fours

So my sisters-in-law have been writing up this 4 thing and emailing it to people. I'm just going to blog it.


Four places I go to over and over

  • Church- as soon as McKay stops worrying about how sitting on pews will affect my recovery, I'll be back
  • The grocery store & laundromat- they're both errands, so they count as one
  • J's house
  • Playgroup
Four people who email me regularly
  • McKay <3
  • My brother, Rick (I get mission emails weekly)
  • My mom- she likes to forward stuff to me, also
  • Melissa- an old roommate who is currently on her mission in Russia
Four favorite places to eat
  • Baskin Robins
  • Olive Garden
  • J's house
  • Winger's
Four Places I'd rather be right now
  • With McKay
  • Playgroup
  • Enrichment- I really love going even though it's been awhile since I've known when/where/what any of the activities are
  • Yarn store- any one will make me happy
Four TV shows I watch over and over
  • whatever is on at the laundromat- usually Spanish channel soaps. We don't have cable nor good reception with our anntenae, so our TV watching is VERY limited. In fact, we only watch DVDs, play video games, and watch Conference on the TV- and usually we listen to Conference on AM radio.
  • The Office- McKay likes to watch the episodes online on Fridays and I watch with him
  • That 70s Show- we own seasons 1 and 3 on DVD- does that count?
  • umm... that's it for any TV watching. But I will say, Fuego en la Sangre was getting pretty exciting Tuesday night...