Friday, October 11, 2013

Midwifery is Catching

Last Sunday was the annual Miles for Midwives fun run in Seattle. I'm not a runner (for fun or otherwise), but I'm a HUGE, nerdy fan of midwives and the work they do.

Miles for Midwives 2013

(And when I say "nerdy," I'm serious. Most of the books on my shelf are related to pregnancy and birth. Ina May is my homegirl.)

Miles for Midwives 2013

It was an absolutely beautiful day—the kind that makes me forget the shorter, rainier fall days and start to think lovey-dovey thoughts about colorful leaves and pumpkin spice everything. I was so happy to see and talk to everyone and be exactly where I was.

Being around midwives (and midwife fans) always makes me want to do something in the birth community, but last Sunday cemented it for me. My interests ebb and flow, but one thing I am always passionate about is birth and the time surrounding it.

I want to work towards a career that is connected to birth in some way. I have no idea what way just yet. On the heels of a crazy week at home, it's hard to imagine myself ever having the kind of time and flexibility to go back to school—especially the amount of school required in a midwifery program. But some day, when there's not even a hint of babyhood left in my own children, I love the idea of supporting other women as they welcome their babies into the world.

I never imagined becoming a mother would set the stage for a career. I can't wait to see where this (birth) story takes me.

Miles for Midwives 2013


Wednesday, October 9, 2013

The Infestation

Or, This is What Happens When You Listen to the People Who Tell You "Housework Can Wait."


At some point during the summer, I started to notice the moths. There always seemed to be a few flitting around here and there. Westley plays outside a lot, so bugs often get tracked into the house along with leaves and dirt. It's not my favorite thing, but I can live with it. Recently though I got the sense that I was seeing more moths. As in...a lot more. I was vacuuming them and their remains off the living room ceiling every couple of days.

Finally, on Monday, I pulled the couch away from the wall. There were a few moths chilling there, among the dust and crumbs.


I had the vacuum hose all set up, so I tackled the baseboard. Then I decided to vacuum the edge of the rug where it had been under the couch. That was the beginning of the horror.

I don't know how many of you have used Nair, but running the vacuum hose over the edge of the rug reminded me of that moment when, after five skin-tingling minutes, you wipe your chemical-shriveled leg hair away. One touch of the vacuum, and my rug started to disintegrate. There were hundreds (thousands?) of moths nestled in the carpet fibers, and the particles I originally interpreted as your everyday, run-of-the-mill grime turned out to be eggs. 


I may have freaked out. Just a bit.

There was much cursing as I got things cleaned up as best I could with Ivy screeching in her stroller (I strapped her in the minute I noticed the floor was moving) and Westley jumping around the living room like nothing was happening. I lugged the infested carpet outside to the trash, and spent the rest of the day shuddering, unable to stop imagining bugs inside my clothes.

Apart from the grossness worthy of an Indiana Jones movie, the worst thing about this whole infestation ordeal is that our living room is now rug-less. The bamboo floors, while pretty to look at, are not cozy to play on. And as the weather gets colder, so will the floors.

I'm tempted to replace the rug with another one just like it. It was the first thing we bought when we moved into our house (for a while, it was the only thing in the house) and I genuinely loved it. But the total creepiness of seeing moth eggs hiding where my children play has put me off high pile rugs for the foreseeable future.


Thursday, October 3, 2013

At Least It's Not a Stress Fracture


I turned the calendar page over to October a few days early because we didn't have anything scheduled for the last weekend of September, and because I was so ready for the month to be over. Between Westley starting school and Rob leaving on a business trip, September was deeply exhausting. I was ready for a new month, a clean page with nothing on it.

And then I woke up on Sunday with a hurt ankle. It was worse on Monday morning, and by lunchtime I was worried something was really wrong.

So I spent the last day of September at urgent care, getting my ankle X-rayed.

The doctor who examined me thought at first that I might have a stress fracture. I was tempted to say, "That would make sense. I've been stressed lately."

I got a handout on peroneal tendonitis and instructions to take ibuprofen (which I was already doing, for my back). I wanted to cry when the doctor told me to rest. In the car on the way home, I had a little meltdown over the fact that my body seems to be falling apart. I was hoping it would last me another 60 years at least. By bedtime, I was despondent.

Then the month turned over. The first few days of October were challenging—because pain is always a thing, and because Tuesdays and Wednesdays tend to be busy—but somehow also all right. Today was a little more all right. I don't know if it's the sunny afternoons we've been blessed with, the DHA and vitamin D supplements flooding my system, or the magic of a fresh new month, but the exhaustion is starting to wane.