Yes, I did notice, but thanks for telling me in case I was so stupid I was completely unaware of my own activities.
I don't like vista.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
What's the deal with that?
Yes, I did notice, but thanks for telling me in case I was so stupid I was completely unaware of my own activities.
I don't like vista.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Vomit, testifying and new babies
We're having a very adventure filled day today.
Last night, right after drama class, in the car ride home, Kaya started complaining of an upset tummy. As soon as we got home she went straight to our bed and puked all over it. Glenn had just spent the past 2 days puking up his guts, but he only eats milk so the vomit was easier to clean. Thankfully he didn't dehydrate, he was still happy and alert and is now keeping everything down.
Kaya spent all night puking, and daddy was tending to her. In between tending to her, he was writing his testimony for today's hearing at the State Capitol. We're members of Nebraska Friends Of Midwives, an organization trying to increase access to midwifery in the State. We're trying to put through 3 bills and Rene will be testifying on the 3rd bill, which is one of allowing CNMs to attend homebirths in Nebraska (only Nebraska and Alabama don't allow this!) You can watch him testify live online through this link! He'll be in room 1510. It kicks off at 1.00 but I think he'll be on closer to 3.30-4 ish.
And this morning, at maybe 8.30, we had a bit of a homebirth in our own house. Kaya came rushing through to my bedroom, telling me her rabbits had babies! WHAT? Rene has been trying to tell me they are male and female and I guess I didn't believe him. So there are 3 baby bunnies. I separated the one I think is the male. Jeepers, I hope I'm right. Thankfully we had an extra cage for him.
I'm hoping and praying these babies are going to live. The mother had pulled fur, which I read is a good thing. I've placed a little box with nesting material in there, and I put the scattered babies inside. They were cold. I have a heater in the room. The mother seems protective, she stands over them if we go in the room. There is a blanket covering most of the cage, and I am keeping the kids out of the room, and trying to not go in there much. I've made sure the mom has plenty food and water. I'm trying to read all I can online about what the heck I need to do now.
These little babies are so darn adorable. Oh my gosh. They make these tiny little squeaks. I took a couple quick photos. They're not great quality, but I am trying to just stay out and not bother mommy bunny. She's our nervous bunny anyway, the one who's always been least friendly with people, and more timid. I know she needs space to feel safe. It's how I feel too, when I give birth. I don't want people's hands poking me or my babies, I just want space, peace and quiet, privacy and intimacy. Kind of appropriate that they were born on the day of the hearing.
I'll keep you posted on the progress. I've read a bunch online about the first litter usually all dying :( I hope that doesn't happen.
Last night, right after drama class, in the car ride home, Kaya started complaining of an upset tummy. As soon as we got home she went straight to our bed and puked all over it. Glenn had just spent the past 2 days puking up his guts, but he only eats milk so the vomit was easier to clean. Thankfully he didn't dehydrate, he was still happy and alert and is now keeping everything down.
Kaya spent all night puking, and daddy was tending to her. In between tending to her, he was writing his testimony for today's hearing at the State Capitol. We're members of Nebraska Friends Of Midwives, an organization trying to increase access to midwifery in the State. We're trying to put through 3 bills and Rene will be testifying on the 3rd bill, which is one of allowing CNMs to attend homebirths in Nebraska (only Nebraska and Alabama don't allow this!) You can watch him testify live online through this link! He'll be in room 1510. It kicks off at 1.00 but I think he'll be on closer to 3.30-4 ish.
And this morning, at maybe 8.30, we had a bit of a homebirth in our own house. Kaya came rushing through to my bedroom, telling me her rabbits had babies! WHAT? Rene has been trying to tell me they are male and female and I guess I didn't believe him. So there are 3 baby bunnies. I separated the one I think is the male. Jeepers, I hope I'm right. Thankfully we had an extra cage for him.
I'm hoping and praying these babies are going to live. The mother had pulled fur, which I read is a good thing. I've placed a little box with nesting material in there, and I put the scattered babies inside. They were cold. I have a heater in the room. The mother seems protective, she stands over them if we go in the room. There is a blanket covering most of the cage, and I am keeping the kids out of the room, and trying to not go in there much. I've made sure the mom has plenty food and water. I'm trying to read all I can online about what the heck I need to do now.
These little babies are so darn adorable. Oh my gosh. They make these tiny little squeaks. I took a couple quick photos. They're not great quality, but I am trying to just stay out and not bother mommy bunny. She's our nervous bunny anyway, the one who's always been least friendly with people, and more timid. I know she needs space to feel safe. It's how I feel too, when I give birth. I don't want people's hands poking me or my babies, I just want space, peace and quiet, privacy and intimacy. Kind of appropriate that they were born on the day of the hearing.
I'll keep you posted on the progress. I've read a bunch online about the first litter usually all dying :( I hope that doesn't happen.
Monday, March 2, 2009
I heart faces - messy faces
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I just came across this blog site. It's a really cute weekly photo contest thing. I'm jumpin' on the bandwagon feet first.
This is week 8 - messy faces. I have TONS of messy face pics, it was hard to choose. I especially have loads of Zoe. However, this one of Lana is still a favorite of mine. Aw she was so ickle.
This is week 8 - messy faces. I have TONS of messy face pics, it was hard to choose. I especially have loads of Zoe. However, this one of Lana is still a favorite of mine. Aw she was so ickle.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My irrational fear
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Ok, I promised I'd expose my own irrational fears here on the blog for y'all to tut at. Here it goes.
I'm scared of a lot of things. Elevators and escalators for one. I personally know someone whose sister tragically dies (as an adult) in an escalator accident. And I've read way too many news reports and watched tv dramatizations of severe injuries and deaths in elevators. Doors jamming, people getting stuck or crushed. It's scary stuff. I'd much prefer to take the stairs any day. Yes, I carry strollers in my arms up and down stairs frequently. Elevators seriously get my blood pressure up, big time.
I'm scared of narrow, winding stair cases, or of being in a tight crowd, like a mob of people trying to get through a line or something.
But my worst fear, which I have to face often, is my fear of the phone.
Ok, not of phones themselves, but of talking on them. I cannot stand it. I'm a nervous person and don't do too good with talking to people, in general. I always stress out and end up saying something really stupid. I mean, comically..stupid. And I'll replay conversations over and over in my head and blush years after, just from the memory.
Also, when I'm in public, talking to an actual person, my brain sort of shuts off the part that stores facts and figures, I dunno as some sort of survival thing. So if I'm talking to say, a nurse, and she conversationally asks me how old my child is, I can't tell her. I just can't find the answer in my head. And I'll hesitate, and stare at the far corner of the room and say something like, "um........well........she......was born in 2004....I'm not great at maths" then I'll do a nervous stupid dorky laugh afterwards, while she'll stare back with bewilderment. I've genuinely had that conversation multiple times. Or if someone at church asks me how long I've lived in Lincoln, "um....hahaha......um.....well........I've rented a house for a year, and then another for almost a year, so I guess it must be about......almost 2 years".
Because I have to take the tiny bits of information I have access to, and put them together as best as I can to get a picture that I might be able to derive an answer from. And all the while I'm thinking, "please stop talking to me, please find someone more interesting to talk to, I just want to be done talking". Don't get me wrong, I love people, I love having relationships and friendships. I just don't like actually talking to them. hehe. Especially one on one. If there are 5 or 6 people, I'll be in my element, the pressure is taken off and I can have meaningful, fulfilling conversation, and I can contribute and can mostly access the information I need because I'm more calm.
Talking on the phone is like taking this one on one conversation, sticking a magnifying glass on it, then blowing it up 300X and printing it on a billboard. I can't make big stupid gestures to give the illusion of taking the focus off my words. I can't suddenly stare at my kid and hope it will make the other person start talking looking at them too, and stop looking at me. They just talk then they go quiet and they expect me to talk. And my brain completely freezes.
I find myself agreeing to things I don't want to agree to. Or I make up stories for answers, not trying to lie, I just can't find the truth anywhere in my brain so I make up something to get the phone call to end. Like if they say, "were you at the meeting on Saturday?" I might accidentally say, "yes" even if I wasn't. Not intentionally. I just don't know the answer and in my panic all I can recognize is that it's a yes/no question so if I say yes I have a 50% chance of being correct. It's not until the phone call has been over for about 40 mins and I have calmed down, that I can finally look back and realize I goofed up completely.
I can sometimes hear my own voice in my head yelling at me, "no that's not true" or "no you can't make it on Wednesday evening, you have a prior appointment" but those words just can't make it to my mouth. So I agree to things or tell untruths and then have to send Rene to phone them back later and clean up the mess I made. Or else I do it via e-mail.
It's utterly neurotic and dysfunctional, I know. But it's the honest truth. I'm just terrified to talk on the phone.
When the phone rings, my heart starts racing and my stomach ties itself in knots. If I then answer the phone, I pace and pace, my temperature and blood pressure rise and I sweat. The phone is always sopping wet when I'm done. I sometimes have to cry after hanging up, even if it's just the Dr assistant calling to remind me of an appointment. I have to let out some tears afterwards to relieve tension. Talking on the phone is just a chore I genuinely cannot stand to do.
So mostly, I just don't answer. I actually switch the ringer off a lot during the day, when Rene isn't home. I'm usually busy homeschooling or changing poop or breastfeeding anyway so I can't always get to the phone. But even if I could, I probably wouldn't. When he is home and it rings, I hold the phone out and yell for him, "PHONE!" and he comes and answers. We're all weird in our own way, right? Maybe some of us a little more so than others.
Anyway, there. I've borne my soul and exposed my flaws. Maybe you'll want to talk with me about it...via e-mail! ;-)
I'm scared of a lot of things. Elevators and escalators for one. I personally know someone whose sister tragically dies (as an adult) in an escalator accident. And I've read way too many news reports and watched tv dramatizations of severe injuries and deaths in elevators. Doors jamming, people getting stuck or crushed. It's scary stuff. I'd much prefer to take the stairs any day. Yes, I carry strollers in my arms up and down stairs frequently. Elevators seriously get my blood pressure up, big time.
I'm scared of narrow, winding stair cases, or of being in a tight crowd, like a mob of people trying to get through a line or something.
But my worst fear, which I have to face often, is my fear of the phone.
Ok, not of phones themselves, but of talking on them. I cannot stand it. I'm a nervous person and don't do too good with talking to people, in general. I always stress out and end up saying something really stupid. I mean, comically..stupid. And I'll replay conversations over and over in my head and blush years after, just from the memory.
Also, when I'm in public, talking to an actual person, my brain sort of shuts off the part that stores facts and figures, I dunno as some sort of survival thing. So if I'm talking to say, a nurse, and she conversationally asks me how old my child is, I can't tell her. I just can't find the answer in my head. And I'll hesitate, and stare at the far corner of the room and say something like, "um........well........she......was born in 2004....I'm not great at maths" then I'll do a nervous stupid dorky laugh afterwards, while she'll stare back with bewilderment. I've genuinely had that conversation multiple times. Or if someone at church asks me how long I've lived in Lincoln, "um....hahaha......um.....well........I've rented a house for a year, and then another for almost a year, so I guess it must be about......almost 2 years".
Because I have to take the tiny bits of information I have access to, and put them together as best as I can to get a picture that I might be able to derive an answer from. And all the while I'm thinking, "please stop talking to me, please find someone more interesting to talk to, I just want to be done talking". Don't get me wrong, I love people, I love having relationships and friendships. I just don't like actually talking to them. hehe. Especially one on one. If there are 5 or 6 people, I'll be in my element, the pressure is taken off and I can have meaningful, fulfilling conversation, and I can contribute and can mostly access the information I need because I'm more calm.
Talking on the phone is like taking this one on one conversation, sticking a magnifying glass on it, then blowing it up 300X and printing it on a billboard. I can't make big stupid gestures to give the illusion of taking the focus off my words. I can't suddenly stare at my kid and hope it will make the other person start talking looking at them too, and stop looking at me. They just talk then they go quiet and they expect me to talk. And my brain completely freezes.
I find myself agreeing to things I don't want to agree to. Or I make up stories for answers, not trying to lie, I just can't find the truth anywhere in my brain so I make up something to get the phone call to end. Like if they say, "were you at the meeting on Saturday?" I might accidentally say, "yes" even if I wasn't. Not intentionally. I just don't know the answer and in my panic all I can recognize is that it's a yes/no question so if I say yes I have a 50% chance of being correct. It's not until the phone call has been over for about 40 mins and I have calmed down, that I can finally look back and realize I goofed up completely.
I can sometimes hear my own voice in my head yelling at me, "no that's not true" or "no you can't make it on Wednesday evening, you have a prior appointment" but those words just can't make it to my mouth. So I agree to things or tell untruths and then have to send Rene to phone them back later and clean up the mess I made. Or else I do it via e-mail.
It's utterly neurotic and dysfunctional, I know. But it's the honest truth. I'm just terrified to talk on the phone.
When the phone rings, my heart starts racing and my stomach ties itself in knots. If I then answer the phone, I pace and pace, my temperature and blood pressure rise and I sweat. The phone is always sopping wet when I'm done. I sometimes have to cry after hanging up, even if it's just the Dr assistant calling to remind me of an appointment. I have to let out some tears afterwards to relieve tension. Talking on the phone is just a chore I genuinely cannot stand to do.
So mostly, I just don't answer. I actually switch the ringer off a lot during the day, when Rene isn't home. I'm usually busy homeschooling or changing poop or breastfeeding anyway so I can't always get to the phone. But even if I could, I probably wouldn't. When he is home and it rings, I hold the phone out and yell for him, "PHONE!" and he comes and answers. We're all weird in our own way, right? Maybe some of us a little more so than others.
Anyway, there. I've borne my soul and exposed my flaws. Maybe you'll want to talk with me about it...via e-mail! ;-)
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