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  • SchipulCon and New Friends

    For the past two days I’ve been attending SchipulCon, which was put on by the company my brother works for. And I’ve gotta give my friend Maggie a ton of credit because she basically put the whole thing together, and it was amazing. I learned so much about social media, personal branding, and blogging that my mind is buzzing with ideas. I’m so looking forward to when I’ll have time to put them into effect.

    Another fun thing about the conference was that Lauren From Texas came! And no surprise, she’s every bit as fabulous in real life. We also got to meet up with Chelsea from Roots and Rings for dinner last night, which was a total bonus. These are two ladies who are after my own heart, which is actually not easy to find. So I’m really looking forward to getting to know them better, and if you like me, you’ll probably like them too so click over!

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    The conference was held at the Houston Zoo (check out THAT website to see the wonders that Schipul can do. How I wish I could afford such a thing!) so we also got to see the adorable animals. I always feel compelled to take pictures of them when I’m there, but then I never look at them again. So anyway, a couple pictures for posterity.

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    And that’s all I’ve got to wrap up the week folks! I used up my days off for the conference so now I have to work back to back 12-hour shifts this weekend! Hope to be back next week in one piece.

  • Book Club: Midwives by Chris Bohjalian

    200px-ChrisBohjalian_MidwivesMidwives is told from the point of view of Connie, the 14-year-old daughter of Sybil, a lay midwife in northern Vermont in the early 1980’s. Sybil is an experienced and respected midwife, a hippie who is passionate about what she does. One terrible night she finds herself at a home birth that goes terribly wrong, and she is unable to transport the mother to the hospital due to a storm. Sybil makes the decision to do a C-section on the mother, who she believes is dead, in order to save the baby, which she does. Later, her assistant and the father of the baby second-guess her and claim that the mother was not, in fact, dead. This book is the story of that incident, Sybil’s subsequent trial, and the impact of the event on her family.

    First of all, the story is extremely well-written. It doesn’t feel at all like your typical courtroom drama. Overall I found it was primarily a story about Connie and her family during this tumultuous time. The author included many small anecdotes along the way which weren’t necessarily important to the plot, but developed the characters and served to help the reader get an accurate feeling of what their family life was like. For example, near the end of the trial when things are the most stressful (page 249 my version), Connie tells us about how her father has three dozen roses with intricate cards he made himself waiting for her mother when they get home. She tells us how her mother is still talking about it later that night, and how she brags about her father to her friends. I love that. I love how it shows the strength of their marriage despite all the obvious threats to it.

    Giving away the ending now, I was actually very surprised that Sybil was acquitted. Although I’m not the type of person who tries to figure things out ahead of time (maybe that’s why I loved The Complete Sherlock Holmes so much, because the endings had me going “aha!” every time), I thought that there was heavy foreshadowing that she would be convicted. (But maybe I’m just dense.) Although I believe that the mother probably was technically alive when the C-section was done (especially based on Sybil’s final journal entry in which it is revealed she saw the body “flinch”), I agree that she shouldn’t have been convicted because of reasonable doubt. She didn’t do anything out of malicious intent, and ended up giving up her practice anyway.

    On the whole I liked all of the main characters. I found the attorney Stephen Hastings extremely likeable. I got mad at the father of the baby and Sybil’s assistant Ann for turning on her, even though they were the ones that gave her the knife, and did nothing to stop her. Sybil’s husband was so sweet, a man that you would want by your side during an ordeal such as this one.

    When a book is written in first person, I find that if I like the narrator it makes a huge difference. I liked Connie. She spoke looking back on the incident, from her 30’s, having gone to medical school to become an OB/GYN. I felt that she had a good understanding of her own bias, but the story itself represented both sides of the issue fairly equally. I could see how someone would finish this book being completely sympathetic to midwives and love the idea of a home birth, but on the other hand I know that someone could read it and be totally turned off to the whole thing, thinking it is irresponsible. I have, in fact, heard both reactions.

    The idea of home births and midwives is controversial. I can’t help but thinking about the Gilmore Girls episode where Sookie (Lorelai’s best friend) uses a midwife. This explains it pretty well:

    Jackson: So I got the plastic sheet on the bed, it fits perfectly.
    Sookie: Excellent!
    Lorelai: What’s that for?
    J: She doesn’t know?
    L: Know about what?
    S: You ready? This is big. It’s really good and I want you to just slowly drink it in, no big gulps.
    L: I’m ready to take a sip.
    S: We’re skipping the hospital and having the baby here!
    L: Here in your house?
    S: In our bed!
    L: Hence the sheet.
    J: Got a honey of a sheet, it’s the top of the line. Little thing’ll come out and carry him right into the catcher’s arms.
    L: While we all yell, “Hey batter batter batter”?
    S: He means the midwife. Got the best one on the eastern seaboard!
    J: You look mystified.
    L: No! It’s just that…you guys have done lots of research on this, right?
    S: Millions of babies have been born this way!
    J: It’s a great tradition.
    S: And hospitals are so cold, you know, so full of infections.
    J: And dead people.
    S: And sometimes the dead people have infections.
    J: And if they’re not dead yet, they die.
    L: All true.
    J: But the best thing about having little Davey or Colgate here: zero chance of bringing home the wrong baby. What comes out of her here, stays here!

    Lots of things about home birth appeal to me, other than making sure I get the right baby. Actually, the only thing I really have any objection to at all is using a lay midwife. I understand that experience counts for a whole lot, but I also think that there is a reason people are trained for years in medicine or nursing. If I were to have a home birth, I would use a medically trained midwife. I am obviously very comfortable in a hospital though, so I’ll probably just end up having my future babies there, if God chooses to grant me any. But, alas, that decision does not need to be made now.

    I give this book 4 out of 5 stars. Anyone out there read it? What are your thoughts?

     

    Next month’s book is Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout. This year’s Pullitzer Prize winner!

  • Inspiration For Life

    I stayed with my best friend Becca in Kansas this past weekend, and she inspired me in so many different ways. It was the first time I saw her new house in its mostly-finished state. The last time I was there, last year, they hadn’t moved in yet and it was kind of a wreck. They did all the work on it themselves and now it’s adorable. Talking to her about it really inspired me to get working on my own house again, which I haven’t done a thing for in months.

    Some ideas I have for the house:

    • Some open shelving in the kitchen, filled with dishes, cute baskets of produce, and spices in mismatched glass jars
    • Plants all over the place
    • Tear down the outdated vanity in the half bathroom and put in a pedestal sink
    • Replace the linoleum with tile throughout, and do it ourselves
    • Make my own Roman shades

    mwlThe inspiration isn’t just limited to home decor. For an anniversary gift, Becca gave me the cookbook More-with-Less: Suggestions by Mennonites on how to eat better and consume less of the world’s limited food resources. She explained to me that all the recipes use mostly basic ingredients that are healthy and can be bought in bulk. It stresses unprocessed foods and teaches you how to make some things yourself that you might be used to buying pre-packaged. While we were there Becca made some of the dishes and I was impressed with how good they were. So now I really want to get back on my cooking kick, and in a healthy, world-conscious way.

    Finally, I noticed that Becca uses a lot of organic, fair-trade, local products, which is something I have wanted to transition into doing for awhile now. I have noticed that the older I get, the more hippie I become, except without the drugs or political activism. :) I’m not sure how my conservative husband feels about that, but I think he’ll be happy when he sees how I can save us money without compromising on quality and do good to ourselves and the environment at the same time!

    Basically I want to be a perfect little homemaker, but unfortunately that’s a hard goal to reach having a demanding full-time job. It’s an ongoing battle to balance the two, but at least now I have some inspiration to keep me going!

  • #57. Take David To Tabor’s Homecoming

    In case you didn’t know, before I became a nurse I graduated with a BA in youth ministry and philosophy from a small school in Kansas called Tabor College. Now when I say it’s a small school, I mean small. Smaller than your small school. Like, 500 people small. And the town? 3000 people, no stoplight. A rotating selection of restaurants that can never stay in business long. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farmland. In other words, a lot different than Houston.

    My experience at Tabor was amazing, and it really shaped me as a person. Not to mention a couple of my very best friends still live in the area. When I tell people that I go to my college homecoming every year, they are kind of confused. But since the school was so small, I pretty much knew everyone, and it’s the perfect excuse to visit friends. I didn’t get to go last year because I was a little busy getting married, but this year I wanted to take David so he can understand a little more of why I am who I am.

    I forgot my camera, so I only took a few token pictures with my iPhone. We stayed with my best friend Becca, her husband Micah, and their one-year-old boy Eli, who is adorable.

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    We watched Tabor get their butts kicked in football, 79-6, but at least it was in a brand new stadium.

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    Did I mention that it was COLD? I promise I checked the weather before we left, and I saw 40’s. I was forgetting that Kansas is a very windy place, not to mention that hello? Forty degrees is very cold in the first place! All I packed was a heavy sweater, so I had to bum extra gear off Becca. And David? Well, I’ll show you how he coped:

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    That’s Becca’s hat, a wool blanket, and a blanket/poncho combo. In his words, “I haven’t been this cold in years.”

    We spent most of our time just socializing, and it was lovely. Staying with Becca inspired me in so many ways, and I’ll share those things with you soon. But for now, one more item checked off the list!

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  • San Antonio, The Rest Of The Story

    So anyway, I kind of got carried away with the penguins there, but David and I actually did do other things in San Antonio other than obsess over sea animals.

    We stayed in this lovely bed and breakfast, the King William Manor, which I highly recommend to anyone:

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    I can’t tell you enough how much I loved staying in a bed and breakfast instead of a hotel. I feel like I can’t go back now! I loved how homey it felt. I loved having a host. I loved that each room was unique. I loved being served breakfast in the morning at whatever time I asked. It was just adorable.

    On our one full day in San Antonio we spent a lot of time walking around downtown and the Riverwalk. We put a lot more miles on the pedometer, and were so exhausted that we spent the late afternoon relaxing in our room, taking naps, reading, and watching football. Then we headed back out in the evening.

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    Dorky picture in front of the Alamo.

    Apparently San Antonio is one of the most haunted cities in America, so we went on this thing called a ghost tour. Our tour guide led us around to different places in downtown and told us about the creepy things that happened there and the rumors of hauntings. We were also encouraged to hunt for ghosts on our own. We even got ghost hunting equipment.

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    Yes, I mean real equipment. That rod in my left hand is a dowsing rod. This thing is freaky. You can hold it in your hand and ask it to point to something, AND IT WILL. At first I thought our tour guide was just some sort of magician. But no. We each got to use one, and IT IS FOR REAL. I even asked it to spin in circles, and it did so, OF ITS OWN VOLITION. The tour guide says it responds to energy, including mental energy. So when we concentrated it would do what we asked, and then as soon as we let the thought slip from our minds it went back to the center. Crazy, I tell you!

    After sadly checking out of our B&B on Sunday, we stopped at the Natural Bridge Caverns on our way home to explore some caves. Once again we were suckered into buying the picture they took of us.

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    The trip was a complete success. We had a blast. (And on an unrelated note, our new budget begins next month.)