Tuesday, March 24, 2015

My Spot

A short time after we got rid of our cable, several years ago now, we found ourselves in a rut wanting to watch tv at night in the winter but also looking for something that would  allow us to converse with co-workers. You know, water cooler talk material. A family member lent us her Big Bang Theory DVD. The man and I shared some  laughs on cold winter nights and finally gained some understanding of the jokes and memes that the show made popular in mainstream culture. One of the common themes in the show is the rigid routine of one of the characters, Sheldon.  Everything in his life is so specific right down to his 'spot' on the couch and good luck to anyone who tries to sit in his spot. Back when we were watching the show I just wanted to this character to give it up already and try a different spot one in a while. Right now though, I find myself completely relating to the need for ones own spot that is special and not shared.

I have unintentionally created my own little corner in the home that is reserved for me and good luck to anyone who tries to sit there. In my case a rocking chair is my spot of choice. In this chair I feed and rock my baby. I help with homework and watch the kids play in the yard. I try to read a few pages of a book but seldom make past a few sentences before someone needs something of me. On one side of me hangs my latest experiment, cloth diapers, fresh out of the wash. On the other side of my chair is one of my greatest passions, the seedlings for this years garden.


The light from all of the windows lends a tranquilness to what would otherwise be a crazy place. The angle of the sun provides a warmth and indication of spring. The floor captures the toys that a five year old boy scatters about on his daily adventures. This is my 'spot' although I gladly welcome all into it so long as when I am ready to sit my chair is available because baby's need to be rocked and there's no better place to do that, than in a rocking chair warmed by the sun.



Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Awaiting Spring 2015

We are completely in survival mode around here. A two week old baby has taken over our household and I am at the beck and call of the little ones hunger cries for the time being. All around us though it appears that life continues as usual and the seasons change. In the weeks before the little one was born I was able to get most of our seeds started which gave us a much needed head start on the spring planting season. The seedlings have been bursting out of the dirt with fervor and even in the midst of our family chaos I have been able to keep up with watering them daily. The temperatures have become mild and we have been able to sneak in some much needed outdoor time and have enjoyed our fair share of stomping through the mud with snow boots on.



During one of our outdoor trips I had a chance to take a good look at the big garden which standing silently waiting for its turn to flourish again. The leaf mulch has broken down quite a bit and the compost bin is filled with broken down matter ready to add in. The first day of spring is looming on the calendar and the last frost date is quickly approaching. I am ready to move past the winter and enjoy the next season life has in store for us.


Sunday, March 15, 2015

An Update on Natural Labor Induction

I am happy to report that I am the proud mama of a new little girl. She is perfectly healthy and thriving. A while back I had written a post on natural labor induction techniques that I had been trying throughout my pregnancy to give my body the best shot of starting labor in its own for the first time ever. Well, I am not sure if any of them work or if the combination of all of them worked or if it all came down to the baby herself deciding she was ready to come but my labor did start all on its own this time. My water broke and I was able to have the completely natural delivery that I had always dreamed of having that involved walking, drinking, snacking and completely trusting myself to get the job done. It was pretty amazing.

Looking back on everything I still cannot pinpoint anything in particular that seemed to be the corner stone in starting labor. The least few days I spent a lot of time on a yoga ball just trying to ease some discomfort, but the baby was still very high even  according to a belly photo I took 5 minutes before my water broke. I continued eating dates in addition to a healthy diet and drinking raspberry leaf tea. I spent a lot of time in my own head encouraging myself and instilling positive thoughts and affirmations. My elliptical continued to be used  on a regular basis and stretching allowed me to remain relaxed. During my last midwife appointment we tried some more invasive methods such as stripping membranes. 

At exactly 39 weeks labor started and little girl made her arrival. The high of a great delivery was followed by some of the lowest moments of my life as complications in the days following threatened to change life completely. Thankfully I was able to get through those tough days and as happy as I am for the care and compassion of the midwives whole helped me achieve the natural arrival of baby I am also eternally grateful for the medical intervention that saved my life.