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It's been really interesting, this journey to birth or whatever you want to call it, since we got here. I've told my whole long story to Nancy, her partner (who had a hba2c), and her two students. I've been TERRIFIED of my adhered bladder blocking descent because of some comments a student made (and was scolded for...) and some possible ways of viewing this pregnancy and Jake's labor. I've done a total 180 and felt completely at peace with that, because of talking it out and having faith. I've sat through a hypnobirthing class that I was certain was a total waste of time right up until I found myself crying and getting a lot out of it, and I've been to THE COOLEST chiropractor on the face of the earth, and walked out feeling like a million bucks. When I arrived in Boston, Elise was posterior, I'm certain due to 5 days sitting in the car, often with my feet up. I've done a lot of all fours with my head down since then, and she's back where she should be (perfectly so, actually) since then. She's dropped a bit, as well. Mother, you'll be happy to know I had a blood draw today even though we're liable to not know the results until after the birth, and my blood was the perfect color and clotted up as soon as the needle was out. Nothing whatsoever like when I was pregnant with Aaron, didn't know a thing about low platelets, and a little furniture staple protruding from a couch armrest jabbing me in the thigh had blood pooling on the floor :x
I've spent a LOT of time with Nancy. I really like her. I feel a certain comraderie with her as someone else who is both very jaded against the medical establishment and a writer. It's awesome to be seemingly surrounded everywhere I go (class, chiro, her house/office) by these very holistic and naturally oriented people.
I'm starting to feel like I'm really ready for this to happen. I've got chux pads, olive oil and celebratory bottles of sparkling grape juice standing by.
I am way behind on editing pictures and posting them, as we're trying to stay out of here as much as possible as a FOURTH neighbor has now come and complained about our noise twice. I can get off the elevator on the other end of the building and here Grant calling "Isaac?" from the kitchen of our apartment. Not screaming or bellowing, just calling to him from the next room travels that way. It's like we're having a wild party in a morgue or something, just living. The guy downstairs can't sleep at night, can't nap in the afternoon (he's old), he said it sounds like we're "building a house up here". He asked us if we could just keep the kids from jumping off of things and beating on the floor. I don't know how to explain to this guy that, REALLY, they are NOT DOING THOSE THINGS. They're walking or in Jake's case running from room to room, sitting and playing with play-doh or eating meals or whatever. I'm actually getting to a point where I feel angry with the owners for responding to an ad posted by a large family full of little kids, knowing they were offering an apartment with thin walls and hollow floors in a building where everyone else is either single, a senior citizen or both. I kind of assumed that ok'ing birth and everything implied something a little different. It's such a relief to us to go out to restaurants that offer high chairs and kids' menus and are loud, or to the indoor playground where they can just do whatever they want. Ananda and Aaron both had some major spells of homesickness today, just acting very sad and talking about things they miss for awhile (separately), and being very uncharacteristically clingy, and I really think that this atmosphere of constant panic and shushing is a HUGE part of that. I guess I didn't realize how "free" my kids normally are to use ride on toys and push carts (those things would make so much noise here that I could never even consider them - just sliding a chair across the floor makes Grant or I cringe; I turned away an offer of wooden blocks because when the towers fall, it will be audible throughout this entire floor and sound downstairs as if we're building a house), and run out the back door to the trampoline whenever the urge strikes. Blah.
We found an AWESOME playground at the top of a very large hill with a great view, today. Unfortunately as Floridians we had no idea that going to the top of a very large hill on a day with a wind chill factor of 23 degrees is a BAD IDEA. We all ended up running for the van, Jake with tears streaming down his face from the wind and Isaac throwing a tantrum about his hands and face hurting. The locals even had insulated parkas on, up there. It was seriously the coldest I've ever been in my life - luckily soon after we found the INDOOR playground, which also features a playhouse, sandbox, carousel and many other neat things. It does cost money to go, but right now I can't think of anything more important to spend money on.
And now...( On the Road, Part 2 - 'only' 12 today )
ALSO: I want everyone on my flist to know I AM reading it, just in spare moments and I rarely get to sit down and type out a lot of comments. I'm sorry I've been quiet, especially when I'm valuing all of YOUR support and input so much :/ It's just really hard to find the time right now. You'll note I'm posting at 3 am while tired, because it's available time and Grant is passed out so I'm not missing our fleeting bits of time to ourselves kid-free.
I've spent a LOT of time with Nancy. I really like her. I feel a certain comraderie with her as someone else who is both very jaded against the medical establishment and a writer. It's awesome to be seemingly surrounded everywhere I go (class, chiro, her house/office) by these very holistic and naturally oriented people.
I'm starting to feel like I'm really ready for this to happen. I've got chux pads, olive oil and celebratory bottles of sparkling grape juice standing by.
I am way behind on editing pictures and posting them, as we're trying to stay out of here as much as possible as a FOURTH neighbor has now come and complained about our noise twice. I can get off the elevator on the other end of the building and here Grant calling "Isaac?" from the kitchen of our apartment. Not screaming or bellowing, just calling to him from the next room travels that way. It's like we're having a wild party in a morgue or something, just living. The guy downstairs can't sleep at night, can't nap in the afternoon (he's old), he said it sounds like we're "building a house up here". He asked us if we could just keep the kids from jumping off of things and beating on the floor. I don't know how to explain to this guy that, REALLY, they are NOT DOING THOSE THINGS. They're walking or in Jake's case running from room to room, sitting and playing with play-doh or eating meals or whatever. I'm actually getting to a point where I feel angry with the owners for responding to an ad posted by a large family full of little kids, knowing they were offering an apartment with thin walls and hollow floors in a building where everyone else is either single, a senior citizen or both. I kind of assumed that ok'ing birth and everything implied something a little different. It's such a relief to us to go out to restaurants that offer high chairs and kids' menus and are loud, or to the indoor playground where they can just do whatever they want. Ananda and Aaron both had some major spells of homesickness today, just acting very sad and talking about things they miss for awhile (separately), and being very uncharacteristically clingy, and I really think that this atmosphere of constant panic and shushing is a HUGE part of that. I guess I didn't realize how "free" my kids normally are to use ride on toys and push carts (those things would make so much noise here that I could never even consider them - just sliding a chair across the floor makes Grant or I cringe; I turned away an offer of wooden blocks because when the towers fall, it will be audible throughout this entire floor and sound downstairs as if we're building a house), and run out the back door to the trampoline whenever the urge strikes. Blah.
We found an AWESOME playground at the top of a very large hill with a great view, today. Unfortunately as Floridians we had no idea that going to the top of a very large hill on a day with a wind chill factor of 23 degrees is a BAD IDEA. We all ended up running for the van, Jake with tears streaming down his face from the wind and Isaac throwing a tantrum about his hands and face hurting. The locals even had insulated parkas on, up there. It was seriously the coldest I've ever been in my life - luckily soon after we found the INDOOR playground, which also features a playhouse, sandbox, carousel and many other neat things. It does cost money to go, but right now I can't think of anything more important to spend money on.
And now...( On the Road, Part 2 - 'only' 12 today )
ALSO: I want everyone on my flist to know I AM reading it, just in spare moments and I rarely get to sit down and type out a lot of comments. I'm sorry I've been quiet, especially when I'm valuing all of YOUR support and input so much :/ It's just really hard to find the time right now. You'll note I'm posting at 3 am while tired, because it's available time and Grant is passed out so I'm not missing our fleeting bits of time to ourselves kid-free.
