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I’m really getting into learning about labor and birth. I love reading about what to do to prepare and what the experience could possibly be like. Lea calls the experience of medication-free contractions Laborland. Sounds like Candyland, but I don’t think there’s much of a similarity.
But, I’ve been having some issues with the natural childbirth books that I’ve been reading.
First, what I love. I love hearing what a female body is capable of doing. I love hearing about the power of the mind when in labor: not feeling safe (i.e. someone that you don’t like/don’t trust coming into the labor room) can actually make a woman regress in her labor. Woa. I’m interested in learning what I need to do to prepare, both mentally and physically, and I love when these books help me do that. And I love that, with their books, they share an alternative approach to the traditional, mainstream hospital setting.
What I don’t like is the total anti-establishment, anti-modern medicine attitude that some of these authors take. I get it, its important for women to be informed about their choices and understand the interventions that may be offered to them in the hospital. I just don’t like the bashing. I don’t like painting every medication used for induction like it is going destroy your baby and your body. There are risks with these medications, certainly, but the way they are presented could instill a lot of unnecessary fear. I feel like the tone should be more to inform and not bash, but I don’t think an unbiased view on this subject exists and maybe it shouldn’t.
I think I’m sensitive about this issue because I’ve worked in the environment that they are bashing, and it is very protocol-driven. I don’t like the Ob/Gyn’s and hospital staff being portrayed as uncaring clock-watchers (they are out there, but its not the majority). Just don’t bash my friends! I know the doctors and the nurses that work in the establishment and the majority of them care so much about their patients and want to take very good care of them throughout their pregnancy, labor, and birth.
Bloggers, sometimes do you think you are repeating yourself in your posts? Sometimes, I think, have I said this before…? Hope I’m not being too repetitive.
I started listening to Bringing up Bebe this morning. I’m already thankful that this is the first pregnancy/parenting/baby book I’m reading during my pregnancy. The book’s author is an American woman who conceives, carries, and raises 3 children in Paris. While in France, she observes how different the entire French culture approaches motherhood and parenthood than we do in America. Their attitude is much more worry-free while still raising confident and creative children. The French pregnancy magazines have articles entitled “9 Month Spa” rather than “Is it safe?” During pregnancy they encourage indulgence (while somehow gaining the recommended French 26 pounds versus the American recommended 35 pounds) rather than fear. The French parents aren’t required to adhere to one parenting theory or another, instead, they have a cultural theory that’s so embedded into everyone’s psyche that its actually difficult for the French to articulate what it is.
Step One: Invite someone else to be in the Book Club.
I think, by definition, a club has to have at least two and probably more like three to four people to be considered a club. That said, I sent a text to a semi-friend asking her if she would be interested in joining a book club. I also asked her if she knew anyone else that would want to be a part of a book club (the whole thing about a club needing more than one or two people came into play here).
Step Two: Wait for a response.
She said yes! I only had to wait 24 hours, but I was kinda nervous, imagining her reading the text and trying to figure out how she could get out of the invite. But. now, my confidence is up, so I can go to Steps 3, 4, & 5.
Step Three: Invite more people.
Step Four: Pick where and when we want to meet.
Step Five: Start getting to know each other and pick a book that everyone will love and be excited to talk about.
If we’re doing a repeat, like, let’s all pick a book that you like/that you’ve read before/that would be a good Book Club book, I’d suggest…
or the classic
But, if we’re going to branch out and make suggestions for books we’ve wanted to read but hadn’t gotten to yet. I’d say…
I had to wait until I finished Harry Potter before initiating this Club.
Any book suggestions?
Its been a pleasure, really. I’m sorry that it took me so long to meet you. Really, I don’t know why I resisted for so long. I was making some kind of pointless statement to nobody in particular. I’ll miss the long hours that we shared together. I’m just sad to see it all end.
At a time in my life where I have very few friends close by, you and your friends have provided great company for me.
Also, thank you for dedicating your last book to me, I really appreciate it.
I thought that you were going to die in the end. And you did, but not in the way I expected.
I just really don’t get what all that drama and discord was/is about over you, your world, and your books. You teach us that good conquers evil, and that selfless, sacrificial love conquers all. Sounds like Jesus to me.
I’ve been loving Anne Lamott lately. She lives just north of San Francisco, so she’s always walking around on the hills of Marin County. That is a lovely, sacred place up there. As Wimbo says, its smells like “sun-drenched eucalyptus.” She is so irreverent (Anne, not Wimbo), talking about her hatred, literally, of the Republican party. But its her honesty that makes her so easy to relate to and such a joy to read. She talks about her love/hate relationship with her body. She writes about trying to do well but failing most of the time. She is self-deprecating in a way that makes you, as the reader, feel normal. Grace is always the theme of her books.
Usually, she’s fairly light-hearted in her story-telling, even as she shares about God and her faith. Every now and then, though, she has this heavy wisdom that smacks you in between the eyes.
Last night, I read the second to last chapter in Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith. In it, she shares with the reader the advice she usually reserves for graduates when she is asked to give a commencement speech. Its not your typical, Go get ’em tigers, message. Instead of run in the rat race and shoot for your dreams and try your best to succeed, she says get to know yourself. She says that, as a successful writer, she’s reached her dreams, but that hole inside of her has not been suddenly filled up now that she has arrived. So, her advice is rest and pray and enjoy life. Okay, so you have to pay your bills. And, hopefully you can do that by working at a job that you love. But, her point is that getting that dream job is not what’s going to make you happy.
Her message is very applicable to us. Gregg sold his chickens. I was disappointing and sad about it, but he felt relieved. Day after day, he was watching their numbers decline due to the foxes and hawks and whatever else. He says that he was over-eager. He was so ready to get started working with animals, but he didn’t really have a plan. Oops. To his credit, he didn’t really know what the plan needed to be. So, what now? Quit? Go home? Pack up and move back to Knoxville? We’ve thought about it, but no. We’re sticking it out here. He’s got more to learn, A LOT more to learn. And, more and more, I think that learning is the point of all this. Making money is not the point. Hopefully that will come eventually, learning how to make money from farming. But, now, and maybe for awhile. The point is how to plan and care for animals and get something in return (eggs, wool, milk, meat, whatever).
So, we are (probably) moving, but not out of town. We are going to move to a farmhouse on the Eastern Shore. Ugh. Moving again. This makes house #4(!!) for us since we’ve been married. I can’t wait to show some pictures of the house. Its got wallpaper in the hallways which I kind of love, but then the carpet is just ridiculous. It has swirlies on it. And I think there’s hardwood under it! Oh well. The reason we are strongly considering the move has nothing to do with the wallpaper or carpet. Gregg needs to live with his animals. With the chickens, he had a fifteen minute drive every morning and evening, and then he wasn’t there with them during the day to protect them and all of that. About an acre or two of land comes with the farmhouse. On the land is a fence, a barn, a shed, a grain storage bin. All the things a farmless farmer needs to become an actual farmer. And all these things are already in place, ready for Gregg.
I’m becoming a books-on-tape fanatic. Actually, books-on-CD, but that doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, does it? Here’s the deal. You get a library card and go to your local library. Or, like in my case, if your library has a poor selection, you borrow someone else’s library card and go to the library close to work. This library is huge, has a great selection and is shaped like a gigantic silver wave. (I’m talking about the Virginia Beach library.) I love listening to chick lit where the girls talk about boys and fashion in a British accent. I’ve really been enjoying Sophie Kinsella. She doesn’t get as raunchy as some of the other authors of this genre, but she’s still light-hearted and mindless in a good way. Also, autobiographies written by female comedians are great post-work reads, er…I mean, listens. Mindy Kaling and Tina Fey are the only authors I know of that have written books in this genre. Both of their books are short, sweet, and laugh out loud funny, which is always a treat by yourself in your car.