Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Pit to whaaaa???

I tell you what, people. Just when you think you've heard the worst of the worst, you get deeper in the doo-doo (pardon my french) of our medical system in this country. What I am about to tell you in this post is going to send most of you through the roof in outrage. At least, those of you that I know are reading.... you lurkers out there might even be OBs for all I know... But that's another rant for another time.

The phrase is "pit to distress". Here's what that means, according to Jill, at Keyboard Revolutionary:
...the practice... entails administering the highest possible dosage of Pitocin in order to deliberately distress the fetus, so a C-section can be performed.

I know this sounds ridiculous. Barbaric. Surely not in America. But I kept reading. I read Nursing Birth's description of her interaction with a Dr who ordered her to "pit to distress":


Ladies and gentleman the account that you have just read is called “Pit to Distress” whether the pitocin order was actually written that way or not. What Dr. F gave me was a VERBAL ORDER to increase the pitocin, regardless of contraction or fetal heart rate pattern, until I reached “max pit,” which he acknowledged would hyperstimulate her uterus. This goes against our hospital’s policy and the physical written order that this doctor signed his name under. However, like some other doctors I work with, none of that mattered to him. What he wanted was for me to “crank her pit” regardless and from my experience with this doctor, at the first sign of fetal distress we would have been crashing down the hallway for a stat cesarean!



I read the nursing textbook page (Jill--Unnecesarean posted this excerpt from it in her article on the subject) that instructs a student nurse in how to deal with a order given to "pit to distress":



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I read this article about changing birth procedures that discusses the advisability (hah! ya think???) of discontinuing this practice. Someone (sorry, can't keep track of who sent me where) posted this excerpt:

"Pitocin is used like candy in the OB world, and that's one of the reasons for medical and legal risk," says Carla Provost, assistant vice president at Baystate, who notes that in many hospitals it is common practice to "pit to distress" -- or use the maximum dose of Pitocin to stimulate contractions.
Please, go read. Inform yourself. Get mad. Blog about it. Start a Revolution!!!!!

Hey! Lookit that!!!

Mama Kat commented on my blog! Whoo-hoo! And says she's not one of the big-time bloggers. Hah. Whatevuh. I just double-checked to be sure and she has almost 800 Followers. If that's not big-time....

Anyways. Just thought you all should know.

*scurries away, blushing*


Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Tot Talk Tuesday




Sofi, to Judah, planning the afternoon's activities:



"First let's chalk, and then we can cautiously approach the doom of blowing bubbles"


Don't look at me! I have nooo idea....


Monday, July 6, 2009

My first blog Award!!

My dear friend, Hos, over at Happily ever After, selected me for the Honest Scrap Award at her horsey blog, All the Pretty Little Horses. Thanks Hos!! It's very exciting :)

So, now I have to tell you 10 things about myself that you might now know, and then pass on the award to 10 other bloggers :)

1) It's sad, but true, I just spent ten minutes searching back through the links of people who given and received this award, and I STILL can't figure out what "Honest Scrap" means. I must be blog-award-title-challenged.

2) It's also sad, but also true, that I don't even care that I don't know what it means, I'm so thrilled to get my first blog award that I'll put it up and pass it on anyways!!

3) I have a blog-inferiority complex. I really do. I'm convinced that only people who are related to me or have to face me on a regular basis and answer the question "So, did you read my blog this week?" are reading at all. Much less regularly.

4) Sometimes I dream at night that my blog gets discovered and I go from nothing to a million hits a day over night and Dooce emails me to ask for my autograph.

5) Obviously. This is never going to happen.

6) Sad but true, yet again, I will never stop dreaming this. This is because somewhere along the way, my personality missed the message that I am a confident, individualistic, natural leader oldest child, and instead switched to attention-craving, insecure-but-faking-it, do-anything-for-a-laugh second-born or possibly-youngest mode. I think my sister stole my birthright at some point.

7) This blog-inferiority thing is sooo bad that I'm almost embarrassed to pass on a blog award to ten other bloggers, because I just know they've all got better things to do than accept an award from me...

8) Last week, I got so bored a painted my finger nails (which I never do, because...) now I have not had time to re-do them and you can just imagine what they look like now. Yes. Not at all like the hands of a mature, 30-year-old professional and mother of two.

9) My hands look like the hands of a nervous attention-craving, insecure-but-faking-it, do-anything-for-a-laugh second-born or possibly-youngest and likely only about eight-year-old.

10) I don't really care that much.

Maybe there is some of that oldest child in there after all....






I would now like to pass on the Honest Scrap Award to a sampling of my favorite blogs (this is not an exhaustive list, by any means):

Mama Kat: Because one of these days I'm actually going to enter her Writer's Workshop. And because she's FUNNY.

Stand and Deliver: This is my go-to blog for natural childbirth info and resources. This woman is a genius.

Better in Bulk: Oh the pictures... the lovely, lovely pictures....

Ordinary Days: Because the Hot Mama Revolution is a wonderful idea and has saved my sanity on more than one occasion.

The Monkeys and Me: Oh geez... the pictures, the Tot Talk Tuesdays, the cute kids, the homebirths, the insightful posts... It's all good.

Mom by Faith: Because I love her honest and God-fearing posts and she follows my blog! See? It pays off, people...

Keyboard Revolutionary: because she's a kindred spirit when it comes to natural childbirth AND she's a blogger I've actually met IRL AFTER I started reading her blog.

Fullness of Joy: because I owe her for years of friendship and lots of babysitting

Our Little Valentine: because her son is aaaalmost as cute as mine ;)

Toddled Dredge: because she's read "Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell" and occasionally rants about people who don't train their kids to behave :)

Each of you can now swipe that cool graphic over there, put it on your blog and pass it on to your top ten blogger friends. I may have skipped a few deserving blogs. Let me know if you think I have...

Thursday, July 2, 2009

If you give a pig a poke....

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You know what they say about pigs, right? The secret to get a pig to go the way you want him to go is try and force him to go in the opposite direction. The dern thing is just plain ornery that way. I am forced to admit that I do share some aspects of this characteristic of the porcine family. I am not proud of this. But I must admit it. Especially when it comes to the realm of exercise. In particular, jogging.


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I hate jogging with a passion most reserve for the Other Political Party and the neighbor's loud parties on weekends.

I hate jogging with a steadfastness akin to the faithfulness of a swan couple, which (as you know) mates for life.

(cue: "You're the wiiiiiiind beneath my wings....")Flying Swans

However. I enjoy my health. And it seems that simply jogging a two mile route through the downtown is going to be the easiest and most dependable way for me to get exercise this summer. Therefore I have undertaken a nightly jogging routine. And I hate it.

But I have discovered that the secret to continuing this routine, despite the hatred is one borrowed from the pig farmer. Here is the conversation that goes on in my head every night after dinner:

the Jogging-Hating Me: I'm so tired tonight. I just don't know how I'm going to jog this time. I think I may just have to call it off. I'll go in the morning.

the Healthy Me: (thinking fast, and not falling for that old "I'll do it in the morning" routine) Oh, but think how much better you'll feel in the morning if you go!

the JHM: But I'm just so tired.... and I did do a lot of gardening this morning. I don't really even need to jog...

the HM: (remembers the pig farmer and changes tactics) Yeah, you're right, that's true. You've probably already burned off, like, nine thousand calories anyways...

the JHM: well, I doubt quite that much.

the HM: But still it's better not to over-do it.

the JHM: well, maybe I"ll just walk for a little while...

the HM: how about around the block?

the JHM: Maybe I'll jog half and walk half...

the HM: well, don't push yourself too hard. How about just go one mile?

the JHM: I'll jog one mile and walk/jog the other half.
the HM: are you sure you feel up to it?
the JHM: (starts warming up with some jumping-jacks) I might even jog the whole thing, maybe try to add another half-mile, maybe I'll add on some weights, or do some back-flips in there...

the HM: But think of the blisters!

the JHM: (begins belting out the theme from "Rocky" as she sprints down the block)

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the HM: (quietly hums the "Hallelujah Chorus")








Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Today the Mailman is my friend

Looky what he bringed me!!

The fabric for my porch swing:

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My favorite magazine:

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The girly movie J owes me ;) Tomorrow is Stayte Night, yay!!

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And while the mailman didn't bring this, there really wasn't any other place to stick this information, so here. Our onion crop is in!! Over ten pounds of vidalias! Glory be!! I am sooo stinkin' proud of myself.

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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Tot Talk Tuesday




Judah, on ice cream:

"Mama, pease Ah havinuver bite in mah mouf?"


Judah, on fish, pork and beef;

"Pease Ah have some more chickin?"


I'm with Niecey, I gotta get a notebook, this stuff just doesn't stick in my head! But for now I'm gonna go check out all the other cute stuff kids are saying!



Friday, June 26, 2009

A super-fun new thing!

I have MADE something again! And you get to hear all about how I made it! Lucky you!!

I found this tutorial during a late-night web-surfing session some little while ago and recently pulled it out of the black hole that is my bookmarks folder and dusted it off and gave it a try. It was fantastic! I took this:

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An old shirt of mine from high school (yes I know, should have tossed it out years ago, buit what can I say? I like the fabric...)

And turned it into this:

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A little wrinkled from lots of wear in the last two days :)

I modified the sleeves from the original tutorial because I wanted to keep all this delicious edging:

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You can go here to find that modification.

Isn't it cool how the front

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Becomes the back?

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Let me tell you, coming from someone who loves buttons and hates to make buttonholes, this trick will make your life sooo much easier! And look! All that cute edging is there with no effort on my part! Is that cool or what??


Thursday, June 25, 2009

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Continuing the conversation

I really enjoyed the discussion in the comments on this post about Musical Geniuses. Thank you all so much for joining in and sharing your points of view. I wanted to revisit the topic because over the time since then I've continued to ponder the issue. I've mulled over the comments and delved deeper into the reasons behind my stated point of view. I've begun to realize a change in my reasoning-- or perhaps a clarification...

One thing that stood out to me in what many of you said was a reference to God's influence in a person's Talents. Something I hadn't really plugged into my own reasoning on the subject. Many of you also applied the idea of Prodigy to other areas-- not just music, but art, writing, speaking, etc. This also I hadn't considered before. I had been thinking of the area of music exclusively.

So after adding these two ideas into the pot brewing in my mind, and also doing some "soul-searching" about where my ideas were coming from, what was the motivation behind my aversion to the term, "Prodigy", I came up with a few new things for your consideration.

First of all, my motivation. While I've never been labeled as an actual Prodigy (although some of my siblings (who shall remain nameless) have been at times), all my life I've stood out as Different from my peers. Or perhaps I should say, a select group of myself and some close friends have stood out as Different from our other peers. We were home-schooled, avid readers, highly articulate, motivated in drama and music, practiced in sewing and other home-crafts, lovers of dance and intellectual conversation. We were Creative. We were Artistic. We were Musical. We were Intellectuals. Those were the labels that set us apart from "Normal Kids". I know that sounds arrogant. I was indeed arrogant. Not consciously. I simply accepted the labels that were applied to me and assumed that there was something slightly better about me (you have no idea how embarrassing that is to write down in black and white).

As I got older, and as I moved outside my small circle of local friends and began to encounter people with talents different than mine I realized something about myself. I was no better than the next guy. Not really. There was nothing so special about Me, Myself, that set me apart from others as Better. Different, yes, unique in the eyes of the Lord, yes, but not Better. I began to look back on my teenage self with shame. And I began to reject the labels; Musical, Artistic, Creative and Intellectual. It positively makes my skin curl up when someone calls me one of those things. Not to be ungracious, it's just the context. You know? It reminds me of my arrogance.

So here's where the Lord comes into my new way of thinking about this. I don't think He made me intrinsically different from anyone else when it comes to my abilities in music, art and general creativity. He simply gave me a desire and a joy that is only fulfilled when I'm actively involved in one of those areas. It's not that I'm such a great and talented seamstress, I just DO it. All the time. Because I love it. My voice is physically not that much different than yours, it's just that I have a desire to develop my voice, to train it and work with it-- singing to the best of my ability brings me joy and I'm not satisfied with just singing, I want to sing better and better and louder and higher and stronger. I can't stand not to create things of beauty, so I'm driven to explore new ways of doing that. I try out decoupage and smocking and embroidery, I wall paper my dining room and research cool ways to paint my walls, I buy fabric almost compulsively.

I think every human is created in the Image of God and that this creative drive is expressed in different ways in different people, but it's all basically the same thing, in that it is an expression of the Image of God in man. So therefore, the five-year-old Musical Prodigy is no greater a person than the mother with four children who fosters five more because her creative-drive-expression-of-the-Image-of-God thing expresses itself in her mothering. Or the mom who spends all her spare time volunteering with underprivileged kids, or the guy who invents a new coding language, or the teacher inventing new ways to explain Einstein's theory of relativity.

So the reason that I reject the label "Prodigy" is that it implies something Better about that person than the average guy. What I now think about that person labeled a Prodigy, is that God has created him or her in such a way that they have a drive, a desire, a hunger and thirst in their particular area. That's what sets them apart. Not a Betterness, but a stronger Desire.

I still think that environment plays a crucial role in this whole thing, but I'm now seeing it as secondary to this Desire.

Whatcha think?




Monday, June 22, 2009

I Heart Faces: All About Boys





Many of you have seen this picture before and might have guessed I'd be submitting it for boys week at I Heart Faces. It's by far my favorite of all the shots I have of Judah. It was taken during a hot afternoon's "Hose-off Time" with Lil and Noah attending. HE got the biggest kick out of spraying water on his head...

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Head on over to I Heart Faces and check out all the other cuties posted today!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

I may be a wee tad bit fickle

I know I was just claiming a new BFF the other day, but now.... I dunno... This lovely lady and her Etsy Shop, Blog and Playlist may be my very newest, bestest Internet BFF. Go ahead. Go check it out. There's nothing to see here today anyways....

I've been un-blogspired (oo look! I just made up another word!) around here these days. I need some quiet time in a cafe with wi-fi to recharge the muse. That's what we do to muses in the digital age. We recharge them. Bronte and Austen probably fed their muses with food celestial, but we recharge ours with caffeine and wi-fi. At least I do.

But today, instead of a quiet cafe and wi-fi, I have bored children and a messy house. The messy house is my fault, but the bored children is totally J's fault. He's at "guy's weekend" in Manassas for the weekend. Every five minutes I have to answer the following questions:

"Where's Daddy?"

Out at Mr S's house

"Whyyyyy???"

He's having a fun weekend to visit his friends

"But why does he have to go sooo long??"


Well, his friends live far away. We visit our friends too, right? But our friends live close by so we have short visits. But Daddy's friends live far away so he has to take a longer visit.

"Whyyyy??"

*sigh*

Not that I begrudge him the time. I really don't. These are good friends from college, and I love it that we are all still in touch. It's great to have friends that we've known since we first got married. It keeps us grounded. Gives us perspective. And besides, J always comes back feeling bad for having left me over the weekend with the kids all by myself and it's good for a few shopping trips without the kids in the next week or so ;) And oh yeah, he owes me a girly movie, too since I watched this one with him the night before he left. So I've got a girly movie night and at least two trips out without the kids coming to me in the next week. I can handle a day or two with bored kids and a messy house.

Oh yeah, baby!


Thursday, June 18, 2009

*wipes away a tear*

This is it, people. This is why I homebirth. This is why I encourage other people to homebirth. This is why hospital births, no matter how "good", how peaceful, never quite cut it for me. This is why I cringe when people say to me, "But all that matters is a healthy baby, no matter how it gets here." I just don't buy it that the manner in which a child is born, the atmosphere into which he or she emerges into this world has no bearing on their future.

This is where it's at.

HT to Jill.

ps. don't worry, it's not at all graphic or gross

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Aaaand the summer officially begins with our first family trip to...

(all you H-burgers be honest and tell me how long it takes you to figure out where we went :)

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