Funny things the kids said today:
Andrew, at dinner: "You mean I can only fart in front of family? That's not FAIR!"
Liliana, crawling into bed tonight: "Nighttime.. shytime!" (to understand this, you have to see this video. Then you would also need to know that "shy" is nursing.)
Liliana: "I need shy fo my eye/fingoo/fumb/booboo."
Also, Andrew said something absolutely hilarious this morning, but that was more than 12 hours ago, so naturally I've totally forgotten it. Sorry. I'll think really hard about it tonight.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Taking a breath, finally.
My head is still spinning from February. I'm not sure who's interested, but here's a brief recap:
The month started off busy, attending the Board of Medicine's workgroup on Midwifery and Medications on the 4th, which involved leaving before the kids woke up and coming home for dinner. Speaking as a member of the public was particularly harried because we all only had 15 minutes. I was reworking my little speech until the last moment. Brynne Potter, a VA midwife, gave an absolutely fabulous talk that I wish I could have seen more of. Unfortunately it's not looking so good. While CPMs can practice in VA, they can't use standard meds like pitocin. It doesn't look like that will change soon, but at least it's legal here, not like in one state south where a midwife was recently arrested for practicing midwifery. I mostly just thank my lucky stars that if I ever get to practice, it'll be in Florida, where our hard-won laws are relatively sane.
The next week, we discovered my son was dealing with some real difficulty breathing while sleeping (by that I mean, for the first time in a long time, I was awake while he was sleeping, listening to his labored breathing). He has seasonal allergies, and immediately after he started taking his steroid nasal spray each night, we saw a bright happy boy emerge. We knew he was in there. Somewhere. That weekend I led my second-ever La Leche League Meeting. We survived.
During this time, I was valiantly trying to get the Area Leaders' Letter finished by the end of the month for my new position as the Area Publications Coordinator (content/layout editor) in LLL Common Wealth. I'm still working on that.
Almost immediately after the League meeting, the kids and I got horribly sick. Then almost immediately after that, my friend got horribly sick and offered to let me take her spot at a local conference for lactation professionals that cost big bucks and featured some famous authors. You know, famous if you're into lactation. So I blew all the rest of my energy and time on that and began to discover that I don't actually LIKE being away from my home and kids all day long.
Week 4: scrambling to prepare for my Birth Works childbirth education certification workshop that weekend. Still desperately hoping to finish the aforementioned newsletter, but to no avail. Thursday, pick up my dad, Friday drive to Richmond (for the second time that month!) at o'dark thirty, spend all day for three days in the workshop, drive home, sleep for a long time, drop Dad off at airport on Monday.
Week 5, and into March: Try in vain to recuperate as piles of paperwork, notes, meeting agendas, booklets, etc. proliferate on my desk while piles of laundry, discarded toys, etc. accumulate throughout my house. Realize that without me, the house would literally fall apart. And figuratively. Prepare quickly for another ill-timed event: the LLL Leader Enrichment Workshop I'd organized, on Saturday, March 5th.
I'm still recovering. What a huge month! Huge, wonderful things, some not so wonderful, but just all coming so fast. I think I've filled my quota for the year. It took a serious toll on my sanity and especially on my relationship with Andrew. Just today I finally corralled the last of the paperwork and junk around the house. Tomorrow it will be back to normal.
The month started off busy, attending the Board of Medicine's workgroup on Midwifery and Medications on the 4th, which involved leaving before the kids woke up and coming home for dinner. Speaking as a member of the public was particularly harried because we all only had 15 minutes. I was reworking my little speech until the last moment. Brynne Potter, a VA midwife, gave an absolutely fabulous talk that I wish I could have seen more of. Unfortunately it's not looking so good. While CPMs can practice in VA, they can't use standard meds like pitocin. It doesn't look like that will change soon, but at least it's legal here, not like in one state south where a midwife was recently arrested for practicing midwifery. I mostly just thank my lucky stars that if I ever get to practice, it'll be in Florida, where our hard-won laws are relatively sane.
The next week, we discovered my son was dealing with some real difficulty breathing while sleeping (by that I mean, for the first time in a long time, I was awake while he was sleeping, listening to his labored breathing). He has seasonal allergies, and immediately after he started taking his steroid nasal spray each night, we saw a bright happy boy emerge. We knew he was in there. Somewhere. That weekend I led my second-ever La Leche League Meeting. We survived.
During this time, I was valiantly trying to get the Area Leaders' Letter finished by the end of the month for my new position as the Area Publications Coordinator (content/layout editor) in LLL Common Wealth. I'm still working on that.
Almost immediately after the League meeting, the kids and I got horribly sick. Then almost immediately after that, my friend got horribly sick and offered to let me take her spot at a local conference for lactation professionals that cost big bucks and featured some famous authors. You know, famous if you're into lactation. So I blew all the rest of my energy and time on that and began to discover that I don't actually LIKE being away from my home and kids all day long.
Week 4: scrambling to prepare for my Birth Works childbirth education certification workshop that weekend. Still desperately hoping to finish the aforementioned newsletter, but to no avail. Thursday, pick up my dad, Friday drive to Richmond (for the second time that month!) at o'dark thirty, spend all day for three days in the workshop, drive home, sleep for a long time, drop Dad off at airport on Monday.
Week 5, and into March: Try in vain to recuperate as piles of paperwork, notes, meeting agendas, booklets, etc. proliferate on my desk while piles of laundry, discarded toys, etc. accumulate throughout my house. Realize that without me, the house would literally fall apart. And figuratively. Prepare quickly for another ill-timed event: the LLL Leader Enrichment Workshop I'd organized, on Saturday, March 5th.
I'm still recovering. What a huge month! Huge, wonderful things, some not so wonderful, but just all coming so fast. I think I've filled my quota for the year. It took a serious toll on my sanity and especially on my relationship with Andrew. Just today I finally corralled the last of the paperwork and junk around the house. Tomorrow it will be back to normal.
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