The kids and I are coming to the end of the Book of Mormon once again. Together we've crossed the ocean, fought battles, buried weapons of war, witnessed the coming of the Savior, and watched as an entire civilization destroyed itself. Truly an epic story, and one I'm so grateful to know about.
However, this means we will be starting, from the beginning, again. We will once again immerse ourselves in the troubles, triumphs, and tribulations of Brother and Sister Lehi and Family. They could be the "family next door." He's a successful businessman and she's an upstanding mother trying her best to raise her children in difficult times. When Lehi receives the inspiration that it is time to "leave the world," he faces incredible opposition, even from within his own family. His sons are at times righteous, judgmental, divisive, loyal, faithful, full of hate, worldly, etc... as they try and follow their parents on their quest to follow the Lord's instructions. Even Lehi and Sariah have their moments of triumph and failure which is written down for millions of us to read about. I don't know about you, but I'm glad my failings aren't etched in gold for the world to read.
One of the most famous stories in church history is how Joseph Smith lent his good friend, Martin Harris, the first 110 pages of the translated Book of Mormon so Mr. Harris's wife could see them. Although the Lord had warned Joseph against this course of action, Joseph chose to go ahead. The pages were lost and the Lord forbade the re-translation of the work. Thus, the overall order of the book was changed moving 1 Nephi to it's place of prominence as the first book in the Book of Mormon.
Looking ahead to those who would be reading this book, it was clearly an act of wisdom to put the story of this family first. We all have the struggles they do, though maybe without some of the more dramatic elements. The part I find the most fascinating is how many times people read 1 Nephi, over and over, because they "resolve" to read their scriptures again, and of course, start at the beginning. There are all sorts of reasons why 1 Nephi is read and re-read, but I think there is great purpose in the placement of this story. Heavenly Father knew we wouldn't be perfect scriptorians, spending all our time in study, and therefore, placed this story first so it, at least, would be read.
In fact, I think we can find ourselves in every single one of the characters at different times of our lives. The faith of Lehi, the hope of Sariah and their sadness as they watch people they love make terrible choices. The courage and leadership of Nephi who spends some time later in life crying for those he, perhaps, pushed away by the zealousness of his youth. The loyalty of Sam who doesn't earn great amounts of glory, but just quietly goes about trying to obey, but perhaps didn't do his part to help mend the rift among his brothers. And then there's Ishmael and his family, but that's another post for another time.
The Lehi Family saga is classic in its story and timeless in its truth. Although I'm glad we made it all the way through, I'm looking forward to heading out into the dessert again as they make their way to their "promised land" helping me make my way toward mine.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Another Weekly Round-Up
Avery asked me if I thought she should find a sneaky way to get a boy's email she thinks is cute. In my shock I told her, "No way!" and then calmed myself down enough to have a rational conversation with her about it. I think I was able to make her see that she should wait longer before doing stuff like that. She also wore a little bit of eyeliner to church today! Am I ready for this?
Addison has a real talent for playing musical instruments by ear. Her Grandpa Elvin gave her his harmonica and she has been figuring out all sorts of songs on it! I can't even come close to that! She started figuring out how to play the soundtrack to Pride and Prejudice on the piano the other day. However, as a result, she thinks she doesn't need piano lessons anymore. I'm trying to tell her she still needs to learn how to read music so she doesn't always have to wait to hear a piece before being able to play it. Any suggestions?
Sydney learned how to braid he own hair and put her own pigtails in for church today. She is my most independent kid by far.
Jack had the "binky fairy" drop by, which he wasn't too thrilled about. The binky fairy gave him a cool fake aquarium which lights up and the fish swim across. It serendipitously showed up in a D.I. pile and was just what the "fairy" had been looking for. We're on day 4 and it's going better than I thought it would.
Jack and I were talking about the movie "Chicken Little" and he asked me if he could watch "Chicken Big" instead. :)
Paige's latest new phrase is, "two minutes" which sounds more like "ooo inits" and is her answer for things like having to clean up or having to go somewhere. She wants two more minutes.
Super Cooper started eating mashed bananas this week. He seems to like them. I can't believe he is old enough!
Addison has a real talent for playing musical instruments by ear. Her Grandpa Elvin gave her his harmonica and she has been figuring out all sorts of songs on it! I can't even come close to that! She started figuring out how to play the soundtrack to Pride and Prejudice on the piano the other day. However, as a result, she thinks she doesn't need piano lessons anymore. I'm trying to tell her she still needs to learn how to read music so she doesn't always have to wait to hear a piece before being able to play it. Any suggestions?
Sydney learned how to braid he own hair and put her own pigtails in for church today. She is my most independent kid by far.
Jack had the "binky fairy" drop by, which he wasn't too thrilled about. The binky fairy gave him a cool fake aquarium which lights up and the fish swim across. It serendipitously showed up in a D.I. pile and was just what the "fairy" had been looking for. We're on day 4 and it's going better than I thought it would.
Jack and I were talking about the movie "Chicken Little" and he asked me if he could watch "Chicken Big" instead. :)
Paige's latest new phrase is, "two minutes" which sounds more like "ooo inits" and is her answer for things like having to clean up or having to go somewhere. She wants two more minutes.
Super Cooper started eating mashed bananas this week. He seems to like them. I can't believe he is old enough!
Friday, November 14, 2008
The Law of Attraction as it applies to Mothers
Recently I have been studying laws of Physics, one of which has to do with attraction, and have observed a subset of laws. These laws seem to primarily relate to mothers, which makes me wonder if becoming a mother introduces an entirely new set of laws? Anyway, the law is this:
A mother with a phone to her ear attracts all the children in the house who must begin fighting within a two foot radius. This law also seems to apply to the mother using the bathroom as well.
Anyone who has called me recently has been the unlucky observer of this law in action. Sorry everybody!
A mother with a phone to her ear attracts all the children in the house who must begin fighting within a two foot radius. This law also seems to apply to the mother using the bathroom as well.
Anyone who has called me recently has been the unlucky observer of this law in action. Sorry everybody!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
So Many Questions, So Little Time...
Recently I have begun writing on a large piece of paper in my kitchen the random questions my kids ask, such as how old George Washington was when he died, so I won't forget to research them when I have the time.
My oldest daughter asked this question: If the three main colors are red, yellow and blue and all colors are made from those colors, how do you make "white," And, more specifically, how do you make white paint?
Well, today we began our research and here is where it led us:
White pigment can only be made from plants or chemicals.
Which led to:
What are chemicals?
We ended up reading about titanium dioxide which is the main component in white pigment because it naturally blocks sunlight -- a most useful ingredient for sunscreens which is why sunscreen tends to be WHITE!
Which led to:
What is titanium dioxide?
A mineral
What is a mineral?
Which led to an entire discussion on the periodic table, atoms, and eventually electrons and neutrons. I then realized I don't know very much on the subject and I got really excited about the periodic table and I want to go to the store tomorrow and buy a bunch of styrofoam balls and construct giant atoms. My daughter decided she wants to know more about the atomic bomb and how it works.
We then looked outside and noticed the snow -- it's white. However, since snow is not made from a plant or chemical it has an entirely different reason for being white! Snowflakes are transparent. But because they have an irregular shape, the light reflects, causing snow to look white! I love this stuff!
When we were through, I asked my daughter if she realized we had been learning "science" because, recently, she has been complaining about how she doesn't like science. She looked at me with all this new wonder in her eyes and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot that I don't like science. Hmmm.... Maybe I do like science!"
All that from one little question. No textbooks, just fun exploration. I can't WAIT for the next question and for the new discoveries waiting for me to find them.
My oldest daughter asked this question: If the three main colors are red, yellow and blue and all colors are made from those colors, how do you make "white," And, more specifically, how do you make white paint?
Well, today we began our research and here is where it led us:
White pigment can only be made from plants or chemicals.
Which led to:
What are chemicals?
We ended up reading about titanium dioxide which is the main component in white pigment because it naturally blocks sunlight -- a most useful ingredient for sunscreens which is why sunscreen tends to be WHITE!
Which led to:
What is titanium dioxide?
A mineral
What is a mineral?
Which led to an entire discussion on the periodic table, atoms, and eventually electrons and neutrons. I then realized I don't know very much on the subject and I got really excited about the periodic table and I want to go to the store tomorrow and buy a bunch of styrofoam balls and construct giant atoms. My daughter decided she wants to know more about the atomic bomb and how it works.
We then looked outside and noticed the snow -- it's white. However, since snow is not made from a plant or chemical it has an entirely different reason for being white! Snowflakes are transparent. But because they have an irregular shape, the light reflects, causing snow to look white! I love this stuff!
When we were through, I asked my daughter if she realized we had been learning "science" because, recently, she has been complaining about how she doesn't like science. She looked at me with all this new wonder in her eyes and said, "Oh yeah, I forgot that I don't like science. Hmmm.... Maybe I do like science!"
All that from one little question. No textbooks, just fun exploration. I can't WAIT for the next question and for the new discoveries waiting for me to find them.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Weekly Round-Up
My parents are always asking me if I am writing down the funny things my kids do. I'd like to say I am, but I'm not. So, as of today, each Sunday I'm going to try and jot down a few of the highlights from the week. It's not much, but it's something:
Sydney lost her first tooth while chewing on a rubber worm at Grandma Edie's annual Halloween party. Of course the tooth fairy did not come and owes her a "note" as well as some cash.
Paige painted herself with sour cream, tried to clean the toilet with a roll of toilet paper, and puts everything she can down her undershirt where it lodges, uncomfortably, in the top of her diaper. Tonight we found a yellow crayon, a small "people" and many pieces of chicken and rice. Yum
Avery dressed as a "rock star" for the Halloween party and ended up looking like she was ready to hit the town. She looked fabulous -- too fabulous.
Addison finished reading Freckle Juice, her first longer book. She decided she wants to be a doctor and a Mom when she grows up.
Jack will only wear his tractor pajamas to bed and has been unrolling all my rolls of wrapping paper in order to get to the cardboard "sword".
Cooper discovered his tongue and sticks it out of his mouth constantly. He is currently slightly above the top of the growth charts.
I have to write a paper this week for my class. Any ideas?
Sydney lost her first tooth while chewing on a rubber worm at Grandma Edie's annual Halloween party. Of course the tooth fairy did not come and owes her a "note" as well as some cash.
Paige painted herself with sour cream, tried to clean the toilet with a roll of toilet paper, and puts everything she can down her undershirt where it lodges, uncomfortably, in the top of her diaper. Tonight we found a yellow crayon, a small "people" and many pieces of chicken and rice. Yum
Avery dressed as a "rock star" for the Halloween party and ended up looking like she was ready to hit the town. She looked fabulous -- too fabulous.
Addison finished reading Freckle Juice, her first longer book. She decided she wants to be a doctor and a Mom when she grows up.
Jack will only wear his tractor pajamas to bed and has been unrolling all my rolls of wrapping paper in order to get to the cardboard "sword".
Cooper discovered his tongue and sticks it out of his mouth constantly. He is currently slightly above the top of the growth charts.
I have to write a paper this week for my class. Any ideas?
Friday, October 24, 2008
The Birth of a Mother
One week ago today, I watched a new mother be born. As she labored, without medication, for 24 HOURS, then with an epidural for another 8, and then pushed for 2 hors, I watched as she fought desperately to overcome last minute self-doubt and fear of the unknown. Her body, mind and spirit were straining to come together in order to allow the birth process to happen. I could almost physically see the struggle pass through her like waves, mimicking the contractions themselves.
First, there was staunch determination to go through the birth process unmedicated in order to fully "experience" birth and the wonders that come with it. Coupled with that fierce determination was absolute terror which would wash across her face and practically paralyze her with each contraction. She was already learning the lessons all mothers feel when they have to sit at the bedside of their sick child, determined to stay awake all night if necessary, experiencing fear at the prospect of their child's future.
Next, I watched with relief as she realized her own limitations and that of her body's and accepted an epidural. She had to go through the mental turmoil of questioning herself and her decision, and wondering if she could still be considered "tough" or "strong enough." What mother doesn't question that constantly? "If I had just..." "Would it have made a difference if...?" She was required to let go of whatever control she thought she had over the situation and allow the process to happen. This is a lesson experienced over and over in motherhood.
Last came the true work- that of releasing her baby into the world. Although completely exhausted, she had to dig deep within herself and find the strength to do for her son what he could not do for himself. She had to push past the limits of her own mind and body and find a new, deeper place--that of mother -- and she did. It was a beautifully painful thing to witness. Allowing our babies to go out into the world is a task which, thankfully, takes about 20 years to complete, but starts with that first great effort.
She is already a fantastic mother. Just as her birth story was unique, so her mothering will be also. She will bring new understanding and depth which will add strength and beauty to the millions of other women who call themselves mother. I was proud and honored to be witness to a birth of a new mother.
I love you sis!
First, there was staunch determination to go through the birth process unmedicated in order to fully "experience" birth and the wonders that come with it. Coupled with that fierce determination was absolute terror which would wash across her face and practically paralyze her with each contraction. She was already learning the lessons all mothers feel when they have to sit at the bedside of their sick child, determined to stay awake all night if necessary, experiencing fear at the prospect of their child's future.
Next, I watched with relief as she realized her own limitations and that of her body's and accepted an epidural. She had to go through the mental turmoil of questioning herself and her decision, and wondering if she could still be considered "tough" or "strong enough." What mother doesn't question that constantly? "If I had just..." "Would it have made a difference if...?" She was required to let go of whatever control she thought she had over the situation and allow the process to happen. This is a lesson experienced over and over in motherhood.
Last came the true work- that of releasing her baby into the world. Although completely exhausted, she had to dig deep within herself and find the strength to do for her son what he could not do for himself. She had to push past the limits of her own mind and body and find a new, deeper place--that of mother -- and she did. It was a beautifully painful thing to witness. Allowing our babies to go out into the world is a task which, thankfully, takes about 20 years to complete, but starts with that first great effort.
She is already a fantastic mother. Just as her birth story was unique, so her mothering will be also. She will bring new understanding and depth which will add strength and beauty to the millions of other women who call themselves mother. I was proud and honored to be witness to a birth of a new mother.
I love you sis!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Lessons From a Mini-Van
Freedom is a difficult concept. We all say we want it, but do we really? I think we all want freedom as long as everybody plays by the rules, but as soon as someone breaks a rule, we're ready to yank our freedoms away. I had an experience with my kids the other which brought this into perspective for me.
All God had to do to teach me little lessons in patience each day was to make me have to pile six children into a mini-van. Due to the space constrictions, it's not too long before somebody has "touched" somebody else, or looked out "their" window, or "breathed" on someone, etc... Sometimes, as was the case the other day,a full on hair-pulling, pinching, pushing fight breaks out and intervention is required.
I was about 1/3 of a mile away from home when one of these occurred so I did the stereotypical thing and pulled that little van right over, got out, came around to the side, yanked the door open and pulled the two offenders out. Then I did the un-stereotypical thing and walked back around the driver's side, got in and started to pull away, just so I could see the looks on their faces. It was totally worth it and allowed me to cool down enough to think about what I was really going to do. I wanted to send a clear message because I was tired of the whole "don't make me pull this car over" routine. I then stopped the van, rolled down the window and told them to start walking. They were going to walk the rest of the way home. They looked at me like I couldn't possibly be serious. I "seriously" rolled the window back up and drove up ahead about 100 yards and waited. It took about a minute for them to realize I wasn't coming back, so they started walking. Every time they got close to the van, I would pull ahead another 50 yards until we reached our street. Since then I have had fewer disruptions because they know they may end up walking again.
My thoughts during this whole thing, however, were centered on who was observing this and wondering why these children were walking by themselves, during the middle of the day, along a busy road, and deciding they should call the police. I was just waiting for CPS to show up when I realized how much we have limited our freedom to parent how we see fit. I wasn't doing anything abusive or dangerous. I was trying to teach my children a lesson by using natural consequences and in a way that, I hoped, would be really effective instead of just more threats. We've become so judgmental and intrusive into everybody's lives that we've forgotten there are many ways to live and parent.
Freedom means allowing some bad things to go on. With freedom comes the possibility of wrong choices and hurtful actions. Obviously I would never want to see a child intentionally hurt or neglected in any way and I would kick the crap out of anybody I saw participating in such an activity, but I'm not ready to live in a "Big Brother" society for the sake of preventing any deviance from the prescribed path. However, I think we've become lulled into this false sense of "freedom" by listening to all the "experts" telling us what to do, think, wear, drive, eat, etc... We need to wake up and reclaim our true freedom before it is too late. If that sounds a little revolutionary, maybe it is.
All God had to do to teach me little lessons in patience each day was to make me have to pile six children into a mini-van. Due to the space constrictions, it's not too long before somebody has "touched" somebody else, or looked out "their" window, or "breathed" on someone, etc... Sometimes, as was the case the other day,a full on hair-pulling, pinching, pushing fight breaks out and intervention is required.
I was about 1/3 of a mile away from home when one of these occurred so I did the stereotypical thing and pulled that little van right over, got out, came around to the side, yanked the door open and pulled the two offenders out. Then I did the un-stereotypical thing and walked back around the driver's side, got in and started to pull away, just so I could see the looks on their faces. It was totally worth it and allowed me to cool down enough to think about what I was really going to do. I wanted to send a clear message because I was tired of the whole "don't make me pull this car over" routine. I then stopped the van, rolled down the window and told them to start walking. They were going to walk the rest of the way home. They looked at me like I couldn't possibly be serious. I "seriously" rolled the window back up and drove up ahead about 100 yards and waited. It took about a minute for them to realize I wasn't coming back, so they started walking. Every time they got close to the van, I would pull ahead another 50 yards until we reached our street. Since then I have had fewer disruptions because they know they may end up walking again.
My thoughts during this whole thing, however, were centered on who was observing this and wondering why these children were walking by themselves, during the middle of the day, along a busy road, and deciding they should call the police. I was just waiting for CPS to show up when I realized how much we have limited our freedom to parent how we see fit. I wasn't doing anything abusive or dangerous. I was trying to teach my children a lesson by using natural consequences and in a way that, I hoped, would be really effective instead of just more threats. We've become so judgmental and intrusive into everybody's lives that we've forgotten there are many ways to live and parent.
Freedom means allowing some bad things to go on. With freedom comes the possibility of wrong choices and hurtful actions. Obviously I would never want to see a child intentionally hurt or neglected in any way and I would kick the crap out of anybody I saw participating in such an activity, but I'm not ready to live in a "Big Brother" society for the sake of preventing any deviance from the prescribed path. However, I think we've become lulled into this false sense of "freedom" by listening to all the "experts" telling us what to do, think, wear, drive, eat, etc... We need to wake up and reclaim our true freedom before it is too late. If that sounds a little revolutionary, maybe it is.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Happy Birthday Peaches!
After the birth of two healthy daughters, I experienced two devastating miscarriages. If you know me, you know I don't like feeling like I can't do something, so I was absolutely determined to get pregnant and carry a healthy baby come what may. Ten weeks into yet another pregnancy, I was cleaning my grandparents house when I felt a sudden cramping and a whoosh. I ran to the bathroom and couldn't believe what was happening -- another miscarriage. My cute Grandma tried to help me as best as she could by providing what she had at the time -- Depends Undergarments and words of comfort but I was shocked and angry at having had to experience this again and starting to wonder what was wrong. I called my midwife and made an appointment to try and decipher the problem.
A week passed and finally it was time for my appointment. I was really upset. Not only because of the miscarriage, but I was still nauseated and feeling pregnant. I didn't know the universe could be so cruel as to make me continue to feel crappy while not being pregnant. When I told my midwife how I was feeling she suggested an ultrasound just to make sure everything had been cleared out. I didn't even want to look at the screen and view my empty uterus, but I was compelled to. And there, to our complete surprise, was a baby! A perfectly healthy looking and growing baby! I couldn't believe it! My midwife thought I must've been carrying twins and miscarried the other one. I believe Sydney had been trying to come and wasn't taking any chances, so two bodies were created and she picked the healthier of the two and the other body was discarded. The universe had been merciful and I proceeded to have a pleasant, healthy pregnancy.
Eight months later, and the most pleasant of all my pregnancies, Sydney Alisha was born August 31, weighing 9 lbs 2 ounces. She was so big she broke her collarbone upon delivery but she healed well and didn't seem to be bothered by it. She also had two knots in her umbilical cord which, according to my midwife, can cause death in an infant if they tighten during delivery. Her delivery was fast and furious because she must have known she just needed to get out of there before anything happened with those knots. Aside from that, her delivery was relatively easy and was the first time I didn't have to deal with stitches afterward so I felt GREAT!!! Angels were continuing to watch over her and me.
I consider her my miracle baby. Heavenly Father had sent me another beautiful girl who loved to smile at everybody. Her disposition was so sweet we started calling her "Peaches" right from the start. She loves anything pink, still smiles at everybody constantly, is extremely articulate and wants to be an artist when she grows up. I think she has a lot of my Grandma Foo in her, who died the year Syd was born. In fact, sometimes I wonder if my Grandma just found a way to turn around and come right back.
After Avery and Addison, I didn't know what more a third girl could possibly bring to the table. Well, Sydney is wonderfully unique and adds so much to our family that I can't imagine not having her. I love you Sis! Happy 5th Birthday!
Monday, July 28, 2008
He Could Sell Popsicles to an Eskimo
I have to give a virtual high-five to my terrific husband who landed a new job within Fidelity Investments! Forty people, most of whom have been with Fidelity longer than Bret, applied for a position for which there were only FOUR slots available. Not only did Bret get the position but he was told he "blew the interviewers away" during his interview!
Bret is a very charming guy and genuinely enjoys talking with people. He is truly interested in what they have to say and is good at drawing them out. This new position involves a lot more sales and I know he'll do a fantastic job. Heck, he charmed me into marrying him and look what I prize I am :)
Anyway, way to go babe! Your family is proud of you!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I Think I've Found "The One"
I think I have finally found a Pediatrician/Family Practice doctor with whom I will be for eternity! My personal wellness philosophy includes a good mixture of western and eastern medicine. I'm all for antibiotics -- when they are absolutely necessary. I'm all for hospitals -- when they are absolutely necessary. However, I think there is so much that can be done to actually heal the body instead of just treating a symptom and I think that's where eastern/alternative medicine, such as homeopathy, comes in.
I've had a difficult time finding a doctor who is comfortable with both aspects. Usually they're one or the other and won't really discuss the other side. Well, two weeks ago that all changed for me. I met Diane Farley-Jones MD AND certified Homeopathic and her husband Steven Jones NP at their clinic in Lehi and felt like I didn't have to hide anymore. I could actually discuss my feelings and questions concerning vaccines, homeopathics, nutrition, etc... The doctor didn't even wince when I mentioned home birth, homeschooling and noticed my son was uncircumcised. I could just be myself.
If anyone has been looking for a doctor who doesn't seem to have a God-complex and is willing and wanting to discuss all options and is extremely knowledgeable in all areas, then Alpine Clinic is the place for you. Yes, I'm shamelessly plugging these people, but I can't help it. When you've found the one, you want to share it with everyone.
I've had a difficult time finding a doctor who is comfortable with both aspects. Usually they're one or the other and won't really discuss the other side. Well, two weeks ago that all changed for me. I met Diane Farley-Jones MD AND certified Homeopathic and her husband Steven Jones NP at their clinic in Lehi and felt like I didn't have to hide anymore. I could actually discuss my feelings and questions concerning vaccines, homeopathics, nutrition, etc... The doctor didn't even wince when I mentioned home birth, homeschooling and noticed my son was uncircumcised. I could just be myself.
If anyone has been looking for a doctor who doesn't seem to have a God-complex and is willing and wanting to discuss all options and is extremely knowledgeable in all areas, then Alpine Clinic is the place for you. Yes, I'm shamelessly plugging these people, but I can't help it. When you've found the one, you want to share it with everyone.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Life for Paige 5
I AM going to get a picture of this and when I do I will post it and you will all agree at how pathetic her little life can be sometimes. Recently every time, and I do mean every time, Jack and Paige go into the backyard the following scenario unfolds:
I hear the sound of the hose turning on. I open the window and yell at Jack to turn the dang thing off! By the time I get to the side door to really make my point, Paige is already standing there with the most pathetic look on her face -- SOAKING WET! The poor girl gets completely drenched by her brother every stinkin' day! Not ever having a big brother I can't relate to what she is experiencing, but I guess (I hope) these experiences will just make her a stronger person. Poor girl!
I hear the sound of the hose turning on. I open the window and yell at Jack to turn the dang thing off! By the time I get to the side door to really make my point, Paige is already standing there with the most pathetic look on her face -- SOAKING WET! The poor girl gets completely drenched by her brother every stinkin' day! Not ever having a big brother I can't relate to what she is experiencing, but I guess (I hope) these experiences will just make her a stronger person. Poor girl!
Monday, June 9, 2008
Re"cooper"ating (Finally)
Monday, June 2, little Cooper Joe made his way into this world. The short version is: after 4 hours of laboring, mostly in the tub in my room, he was born at 11:54 p.m. weighing in at 8 lbs. 8 oz. and was 22 inches long. I was surrounded by my husband, who caught the baby, my Mom switching between holding my hand and putting cold rags on my face, my sister who ended up holding my hand, and my daughter who cut the cord. Not to mention the midwives of course. It was beautiful. It was a community.
The long version is:
Each of my babies seems to think that earth time is the same as eternal time; meaning, there is no "time." Well, I'm here on earth and I live by a schedule. My due date, Friday May 30, came and went without any fanfare and I tried to be patient. I really tried. By Monday, however, it was time to introduce Cooper to the reality called "earth time." My kids were going out of town and my midwife was also, so it was time to take matters into my own hands.
I called Suzanne Smith (of Better Birth LLC), my midwife, and went to her office for a little swishing and swirling of the membranes. It's not the most comfortable experience, but it only lasts a minute and it's usually enough to get me going. This time was no exception. I headed home and relaxed with my kids for awhile with surges coming about every 10 to 20 minutes. Bret headed home from work and began getting everything "prepped." He rearranged our room to make more space for the tub and people. He made food. He cleaned all the pots and pans because I normally need more hot water for the tub and he heats water on the stove.
Finally, around 7:00 p.m. things began to pick up. The surges were getting stronger and a little closer together. I had the girls rub some essential oils on my shoulders and neck and tickle my back for a while. They were great labor support!
At 8:00 we called Suzanne to have her come and made sure everyone else was in their places. My Mom and my sister were there as well as two other midwives. It got really hot in my room due to all the water being boiled and everyone was sweating (except for me) and kept taking turn leaving the room to cool off. The baby was posterior for most of my labor (he was turned so his face was facing my spine) so my back hurt SOOOO bad. Bret had to keep pressure on my lower back for a long time just so I could get any kind of relief. I rocked on my hands and knees trying to get the baby to turn and pleaded with him, in a nice, motherly way, to please turn. Eventually, he did and I felt much better.
Around 11:00 p.m. the girls decided they were too tired to wait any longer so they headed off to bed with instructions to wake them once the baby was born. I was barely at 8 centimeters but I decided to have Suzanne break my bag of water in order to speed things up. For me, once my bag breaks, the baby usually comes right out. This time was no exception. As soon as my water was broken transition surges immediately commenced. There is sure a difference in intensity between active labor and transition. Wow! I tried to stay as relaxed and focused as possible, but it was hard to remain calm knowing my baby was almost here and this was almost over! About two minutes later, I felt the need to start bearing down and got on my hands and knees (the position I've been in the last three deliveries). I could feel the baby moving down and could tell his head was crowning. Bret and Camille (one of the other midwives) got ready and, as I was holding my sister's hand, I let his head come out. Relief point number 1. About 30 seconds later, I felt another surge and I delivered the rest of his beautiful little body. There is such an unbelievable amount of relief and euphoria at that moment it's indescribable. In fact, I was so relieved I just laid my head down on the side of the tub and forgot, for a split second, I even had a baby! That was until I head, "Alisha! Get your baby!" They were passing him under my legs so I could hold him!
His right hand had been up by his face during delivery so he kept there on his little face. He was so beautiful and healthy and squishy and lovely! He just sat there with me in the water cuddling and was so calm. Everyone ooohed and ahhhed over him (of course)! My oldest daughter had come back in just before he was delivered so she, once again, cut his cord and proceeded to help with checking him over. My second daughter also woke up and was able to see her new brother just minutes after he was born.
It was such a beautiful, earthy, and spiritual experience. The veil was parted and a new life made its way into the world. During those last moments I always, literally, feel myself move out of the way to make a path for this new person. The baby, who is really a billion-year-old spirit, and I work together, intensely, those last few moments to bring this miracle to pass.
Bret was incredible -- again. He was totally involved the entire time. When I asked for something he did whatever needed to be done immediately. Even though it was an oven in my room, he did not complain and he stayed incredibly calm. We worked together so well this time. I just love him and I love having these experiences with him. I love birthing our baby into his waiting arms.
My Mom was also great this time! Last time she was more of an observer, but this time she was an active participant. She got water ready, let me squeeze the heck out of her hand, and held an icy cloth on my forehead for as long as I needed her to. She seemed to know just when to help and when to back away. It was really neat to have her as involved this time.
Of course I have to acknowledge my daughters -- especially my oldest who is probably a midwife in training -- for their ability to be mature beyond their years in these moments. They know how to be quiet and do what needs to be done when things are asked of them. I can't imagine what it would be like to watch your mother delivering a baby at the ages of 8 and 10, but I'm sure glad I am able to share it with them.
Lastly, I'm really glad my sister was able to be there. It was another "women" moment and, at the end, I was holding her hand as I was delivering ( I didn't know my Mom's hand had been replaced by her hand). Everybody needs a sister like mine.
Now, two weeks after, I look back and shake my head in wonder and fascination at what occurred right here in my little house. A miracle. A beautiful miracle. I thank God for the opportunity to be a mother and am so grateful for the healthy pregnancies, straightforward deliveries, and six healthy, incredible children. I am truly blessed.
The long version is:
Each of my babies seems to think that earth time is the same as eternal time; meaning, there is no "time." Well, I'm here on earth and I live by a schedule. My due date, Friday May 30, came and went without any fanfare and I tried to be patient. I really tried. By Monday, however, it was time to introduce Cooper to the reality called "earth time." My kids were going out of town and my midwife was also, so it was time to take matters into my own hands.
I called Suzanne Smith (of Better Birth LLC), my midwife, and went to her office for a little swishing and swirling of the membranes. It's not the most comfortable experience, but it only lasts a minute and it's usually enough to get me going. This time was no exception. I headed home and relaxed with my kids for awhile with surges coming about every 10 to 20 minutes. Bret headed home from work and began getting everything "prepped." He rearranged our room to make more space for the tub and people. He made food. He cleaned all the pots and pans because I normally need more hot water for the tub and he heats water on the stove.
Finally, around 7:00 p.m. things began to pick up. The surges were getting stronger and a little closer together. I had the girls rub some essential oils on my shoulders and neck and tickle my back for a while. They were great labor support!
At 8:00 we called Suzanne to have her come and made sure everyone else was in their places. My Mom and my sister were there as well as two other midwives. It got really hot in my room due to all the water being boiled and everyone was sweating (except for me) and kept taking turn leaving the room to cool off. The baby was posterior for most of my labor (he was turned so his face was facing my spine) so my back hurt SOOOO bad. Bret had to keep pressure on my lower back for a long time just so I could get any kind of relief. I rocked on my hands and knees trying to get the baby to turn and pleaded with him, in a nice, motherly way, to please turn. Eventually, he did and I felt much better.
Around 11:00 p.m. the girls decided they were too tired to wait any longer so they headed off to bed with instructions to wake them once the baby was born. I was barely at 8 centimeters but I decided to have Suzanne break my bag of water in order to speed things up. For me, once my bag breaks, the baby usually comes right out. This time was no exception. As soon as my water was broken transition surges immediately commenced. There is sure a difference in intensity between active labor and transition. Wow! I tried to stay as relaxed and focused as possible, but it was hard to remain calm knowing my baby was almost here and this was almost over! About two minutes later, I felt the need to start bearing down and got on my hands and knees (the position I've been in the last three deliveries). I could feel the baby moving down and could tell his head was crowning. Bret and Camille (one of the other midwives) got ready and, as I was holding my sister's hand, I let his head come out. Relief point number 1. About 30 seconds later, I felt another surge and I delivered the rest of his beautiful little body. There is such an unbelievable amount of relief and euphoria at that moment it's indescribable. In fact, I was so relieved I just laid my head down on the side of the tub and forgot, for a split second, I even had a baby! That was until I head, "Alisha! Get your baby!" They were passing him under my legs so I could hold him!
His right hand had been up by his face during delivery so he kept there on his little face. He was so beautiful and healthy and squishy and lovely! He just sat there with me in the water cuddling and was so calm. Everyone ooohed and ahhhed over him (of course)! My oldest daughter had come back in just before he was delivered so she, once again, cut his cord and proceeded to help with checking him over. My second daughter also woke up and was able to see her new brother just minutes after he was born.
It was such a beautiful, earthy, and spiritual experience. The veil was parted and a new life made its way into the world. During those last moments I always, literally, feel myself move out of the way to make a path for this new person. The baby, who is really a billion-year-old spirit, and I work together, intensely, those last few moments to bring this miracle to pass.
Bret was incredible -- again. He was totally involved the entire time. When I asked for something he did whatever needed to be done immediately. Even though it was an oven in my room, he did not complain and he stayed incredibly calm. We worked together so well this time. I just love him and I love having these experiences with him. I love birthing our baby into his waiting arms.
My Mom was also great this time! Last time she was more of an observer, but this time she was an active participant. She got water ready, let me squeeze the heck out of her hand, and held an icy cloth on my forehead for as long as I needed her to. She seemed to know just when to help and when to back away. It was really neat to have her as involved this time.
Of course I have to acknowledge my daughters -- especially my oldest who is probably a midwife in training -- for their ability to be mature beyond their years in these moments. They know how to be quiet and do what needs to be done when things are asked of them. I can't imagine what it would be like to watch your mother delivering a baby at the ages of 8 and 10, but I'm sure glad I am able to share it with them.
Lastly, I'm really glad my sister was able to be there. It was another "women" moment and, at the end, I was holding her hand as I was delivering ( I didn't know my Mom's hand had been replaced by her hand). Everybody needs a sister like mine.
Now, two weeks after, I look back and shake my head in wonder and fascination at what occurred right here in my little house. A miracle. A beautiful miracle. I thank God for the opportunity to be a mother and am so grateful for the healthy pregnancies, straightforward deliveries, and six healthy, incredible children. I am truly blessed.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Follow the Prophet
Today the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints sustained a new Prophet -- Thomas S. Monson. We haven't had a change like this in over ten years and it is taking me awhile to grow accustomed to the new faces of the First Presidency. Someone once pointed out that the nice thing about having 12 Apostles is that you can generally find at least one with whom your personality jives. It's interesting to ask people who they like to listen to in General Conference and see the wide variety of answers. Everyone seems to have one or two favorites and then they have those who, when they come to the pulpit to speak, use that time to get a snack or take a quick nap. Well, for me, and I hope I don't get struck down for this, President Monson was one who, when he approached the pulpit, I picked up something to read, or took the time to do something else. The man seemed to know every widow in the church and felt compelled to tell a story about "Bernice" every time he spoke! I don't have anything against widows, but after twenty years of stories sometimes a person just can't hear anymore.
Well, now he is the Prophet. I did my own inquiring of the Lord and feel just fine about raising my hand in support of him as Prophet, Seer and Revelator. I will support his actions and directives as Prophet. I also feel like it's okay that I might not like every story he tells, or the poems he recites or even the way he presents his talks. With 6 billion people on the earth, I think the Lord understands about personality conflicts and doesn't expect us to all be best friends. He does, however, expect me to understand that, for a while, Thomas S. Monson is His mouthpiece upon the earth and I am to act accordingly. I can do that. Who knows, maybe I'll end up absolutely loving widow stories and we'll all be reciting poetry before long. Amazing things can happen when the Lord is in charge.
Well, now he is the Prophet. I did my own inquiring of the Lord and feel just fine about raising my hand in support of him as Prophet, Seer and Revelator. I will support his actions and directives as Prophet. I also feel like it's okay that I might not like every story he tells, or the poems he recites or even the way he presents his talks. With 6 billion people on the earth, I think the Lord understands about personality conflicts and doesn't expect us to all be best friends. He does, however, expect me to understand that, for a while, Thomas S. Monson is His mouthpiece upon the earth and I am to act accordingly. I can do that. Who knows, maybe I'll end up absolutely loving widow stories and we'll all be reciting poetry before long. Amazing things can happen when the Lord is in charge.
Monday, March 31, 2008
What a Wonderful World
In our age of doom and gloom and everyone prophesying the "end of the world," the recently deceased President Hinckley would often refer to the times in which we live as "marvelous" and he would speak about the wonderful technological advances of our day. When I would hear him talk like that I would sometimes roll my eyes and wonder if he really knew what life was like down in the trenches? However, I have recently been thinking about a subject near and dear to me -- childbirth -- and have been realizing what an amazing time we live in and how glad I am to be delivering children now as opposed to any other time in history.
Most of you know I now deliver my babies at home and I have had wonderful experiences with that. However, due to some outside circumstances, I may end up delivering at the hospital this time. When I explained this to my oldest daughter she started crying and said, "Who in their right mind would have a baby in the hospital?" It was then that I had my moment of perspective as I tried to explain complicated "grown up" things to a developing mind.
I told her how wonderful it is to live in a time with so many choices. I can have a baby at home, in the hospital, a birthing center, etc... I can have an epidural or not. I can have a c-section if needed instead of dying or having my baby die. The important thing is to have a healthy baby and a healthy Mom! It's wonderful that God has given us so many ways to go about this and has, for the most part, left it to us to decide the experience WE want to have.
My only "thing" is that I hope women take a few moments to realize just what their options are and to get educated about their childbirth experience. It wasn't until my third pregnancy that I even learned about how the uterus works and all the muscles involved with labor and delivery. Just understanding that helped me have a much better delivery.
Even though the world may be "ending", when it comes to childbirth, the 21st century is definitely the century in which to live.
Most of you know I now deliver my babies at home and I have had wonderful experiences with that. However, due to some outside circumstances, I may end up delivering at the hospital this time. When I explained this to my oldest daughter she started crying and said, "Who in their right mind would have a baby in the hospital?" It was then that I had my moment of perspective as I tried to explain complicated "grown up" things to a developing mind.
I told her how wonderful it is to live in a time with so many choices. I can have a baby at home, in the hospital, a birthing center, etc... I can have an epidural or not. I can have a c-section if needed instead of dying or having my baby die. The important thing is to have a healthy baby and a healthy Mom! It's wonderful that God has given us so many ways to go about this and has, for the most part, left it to us to decide the experience WE want to have.
My only "thing" is that I hope women take a few moments to realize just what their options are and to get educated about their childbirth experience. It wasn't until my third pregnancy that I even learned about how the uterus works and all the muscles involved with labor and delivery. Just understanding that helped me have a much better delivery.
Even though the world may be "ending", when it comes to childbirth, the 21st century is definitely the century in which to live.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
The Perils of Living With Four Sisters
Recently B took J to a shooting range. After looking at all the guns, J exclaimed that he really wanted a gun. I'm sure B couldn't have been prouder. However, after looking all the guns over, J couldn't find one he liked because he wanted a PINK gun! My poor husband had a vision of his son, out on the deer hunt with the "men", pulling out his pink gun in order to make his kill.
Friday, February 1, 2008
I Love a Parade!
Going to the grocery store is quite an event for me and my family. We now have to use THREE carts just to manage the little bodies and have a place for the food! Paige sits in one cart, pushed by Addison. Jack sits in another cart, which has to hold the coats, purses, etc... because if we put food in his cart he opens anything he can get his little hands on (little piggy reference). He is pushed by me. Sydney sits in another cart, pushed by Avery because she still gets tired by the time we've walked every aisle in the store. We create a lot of roadblocks and traffic jams just trying to get through the store.
We usually get a lot of looks and occasionally a few comments. Here's a sampling of a few we've received recently:
While standing at the deli counter, out of the corner of my eye I notice a man taking the situation in. He says, "Man! You have A LOT of kids!" I reply that he is right and that I have another on the way. "Wow!" he says, "How come you're not totally crazy? I would be!" I ask him how he knows I'm NOT crazy? He just laughs at that and we go on our way.
We pass a man waiting to turn onto the aisle we're going down. He has to wait a long time for the three carts to go by. He says, quite loudly, but smiling, "Hey everybody, it's a parade!"
An elderly lady asks, "Are these all your children?" When I reply that they are she says, "How nice. You don't see big families anymore."
The last comment is the one we receive the most. It makes me feel good because I know that people have to be patient with us as we're passing by, but, hopefully, they'll take a few moments to sit back and watch the show -- it is truly comical. Maybe I should have the kids start throwing out candy!
We usually get a lot of looks and occasionally a few comments. Here's a sampling of a few we've received recently:
While standing at the deli counter, out of the corner of my eye I notice a man taking the situation in. He says, "Man! You have A LOT of kids!" I reply that he is right and that I have another on the way. "Wow!" he says, "How come you're not totally crazy? I would be!" I ask him how he knows I'm NOT crazy? He just laughs at that and we go on our way.
We pass a man waiting to turn onto the aisle we're going down. He has to wait a long time for the three carts to go by. He says, quite loudly, but smiling, "Hey everybody, it's a parade!"
An elderly lady asks, "Are these all your children?" When I reply that they are she says, "How nice. You don't see big families anymore."
The last comment is the one we receive the most. It makes me feel good because I know that people have to be patient with us as we're passing by, but, hopefully, they'll take a few moments to sit back and watch the show -- it is truly comical. Maybe I should have the kids start throwing out candy!
Monday, January 21, 2008
This Little Piggy....
Well, I guess I had it coming. After writing about some of my adventures raising a boy, I guess it would be inevitable that I would find out I'm having A BOY! I'm really glad, for Jack's sake, that he will have a brother and it will be fun to have another little guy running around. However, then my silly mind began thinking about all the brother combos throughout history:
Cain and Abel (let's not repeat that)
Jacob and Esau (not the greatest relationship there)
Isaac and Ishamel (can you say 3000 year Mid-East conflict?)
Laman and Lemuel (don't need to say anymore about that)
But then I thought of some others:
Nephi and Sam
Nephi and Lehi -- in 3rd Nephi (powerful prophets)
Joseph and Hyrum (brothers through it all)
Jared and the Brother of (at least my little guy will have a name people can recognize)
The Kennedys (I'm not quite sure how to categorize them actually)
I guess we'll just have to wait and see. In the meantime, I'll be adjusting to swords, guns, and cars in the place of kitchens, dolls and polly pockets.
By the way, Bret is voting for the name "Hank". He thinks it sounds very masculine and like someone you would really like. He also thinks it goes well with Jack. What do you think?
Cain and Abel (let's not repeat that)
Jacob and Esau (not the greatest relationship there)
Isaac and Ishamel (can you say 3000 year Mid-East conflict?)
Laman and Lemuel (don't need to say anymore about that)
But then I thought of some others:
Nephi and Sam
Nephi and Lehi -- in 3rd Nephi (powerful prophets)
Joseph and Hyrum (brothers through it all)
Jared and the Brother of (at least my little guy will have a name people can recognize)
The Kennedys (I'm not quite sure how to categorize them actually)
I guess we'll just have to wait and see. In the meantime, I'll be adjusting to swords, guns, and cars in the place of kitchens, dolls and polly pockets.
By the way, Bret is voting for the name "Hank". He thinks it sounds very masculine and like someone you would really like. He also thinks it goes well with Jack. What do you think?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Living With a Baby Pig
Cute, sweet-looking boy pictured above recently did the following -- in a HOUR:
Sprayed Pam cooking spray all over himself, dumped the rest of the orange juice onto the kitchen floor, and painted himself and my dresser with my eyeshadow and blush!
You might be wondering where his parents were during all this. We were cleaning up and trying to corral him! Bret said a two year-old boy could be compared to a baby pig. Baby pigs look for any opening in the fence and squeeze and squeeze until they can fit through. Little boys will look for and seize upon ANY opportunity which happens to present itself to explore something new. It goes something like this:
Hmmm, let's see what happens if I turn this container over? Interesting, the juice just falls out onto the floor! I really like that color! I think I'll stomp in it with my feet! Hmmm, now let's see what happens if I press this red button? I have no idea what this is, but my hands found it as I was randomly reaching up in order to see if there was anything neat to reach. Interesting, I am now covered with some strange, but fun, greasy stuff. Hmmm, if I climb up these drawers I can find Mom's powder stuff and use it for my latest creation. Interesting, Mom's face is turning red and she thinks I look so neat she is just staring at me without saying anything. I guess I have rendered her speechless. I should do this sort of thing more often!
All I can say is, it's a darn good thing he's cute! God certainly knew what He was doing when he made their little faces so adorable. Otherwise, my son would be living where he belongs -- in the pigpen!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Whaddya Know!
I had chest cold which eventually turned into an annoying cough I just couldn't get rid of! My Mom suggested I rub Vicks Vapor Rub on the soles of my feet and cover with socks just before I went to sleep. I was skeptical of it, but I love the smell of Vicks and, as I am pregnant and unable to take cold medication, I decided it was worth a try.
It WORKED!!!!!! It was AWESOME!! The first time I tried it, my cough improved 50% and I was able to sleep much better. The next night I applied it again and by the next day my cough was GONE!!!
I checked it out with Snopes and while it has been heard of, no one can describe the chemical reasons why it works. If anyone knows, please let me know. But for now, if any of you have a cough, I suggest rubbing some vicks on your feet and letting it go to work.
It WORKED!!!!!! It was AWESOME!! The first time I tried it, my cough improved 50% and I was able to sleep much better. The next night I applied it again and by the next day my cough was GONE!!!
I checked it out with Snopes and while it has been heard of, no one can describe the chemical reasons why it works. If anyone knows, please let me know. But for now, if any of you have a cough, I suggest rubbing some vicks on your feet and letting it go to work.
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