Friday, October 31, 2008

Off we go-Happy Haunting everyone!



















I told my husband, I thought a perfectly scary costume would be to dress up like a house with "bank owned" on one arm and a foreclosure notice hanging off the other.

He said he thought someone might get shot for that, considering our neighborhood is all but empty for the foreclosures and evictions all around.

Oh Well-have fun everyone

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Birth and death belong at home

The whole reason I started this blog some two years ago, aside from from having a new little nursling and needing something to do while I sat and nursed and nursed and nursed, is I had something on my mind but it always seemed a little too much to put into words in one sitting.


Now two years later I realize that I am just never going to find the time to lay it all out. Frankly, if I had been able to go to school, I think my focus would have been this topic. But since I'm a frazzled, hurried, all of my life is a blur mom, I think I'll only be able to say all I want to say in segments.



We'll start with a
film.

If you were all in in my class I would say it is required viewing for all students.

Here a link to the
PBS synopsis and in case you're still living in the dark ages of Blockbuster's new release or nothing selection I'm also linking to Netflix, where it is actually available on their instant watch menu. So you can watch it right now and never even leave your chair.


Here is a clip and a
link to the rest of an L.A. times piece.

So my two much for one post, multi-blog rant in a nutshell is, the process of birth and death are are so deeply rooted into our subconscious minds that hiring both of these out to professionals and having no part in the process of either is of great detriment to our emotional well being.

No one even wants to think about either one of them and yet these are the only two things we have in common with every person who has ever lived.


Oh yeah -I got a lot of ranting to do.

-Tasha


















Crying and Digging

Reclaiming the realities and rituals of death
By Nancy Rommelmann,
For centuries in America, we tended to our dead. People died at home, and relatives prepared the body, laid it out in the parlor and sat by as callers paid final respects. The body was buried in the family cemetery, if there was one, or on the back 40; pieties were spoken, and life went on until the next person died. Death, if not a welcome visitor, was a familiar one. This changed, incrementally, during the Civil War, when others were paid to undertake the job of transporting the bodies of soldiers killed far from home; this is when formaldehyde as an embalming agent was first used. But it was only 100 years ago that we began routinely to hand over our dead to the undertakers. Soon the gravely ill as well were deemed too taxing, and moved to hospitals to die. Within decades, what had for millennia been familial responsibilities were appropriated by professionals.

"People think we're not emotionally capable, let alone physically capable, of carrying this out," says Jerri Lyons. "Well, what were we doing before when we weren't supposedly able to take care of people?"

The rest here

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

No cool title today

This whole birth thing is sort of creeping up on me. Yesterday I hit 34 weeks, this is sort of deadline in the world of homebirth. It's when you order your birth kit and when you start taking some gentle herbs to ready your uterus.

Since this is most likely my last baby, I've pulled out the stops. I just ordered a belly cast kit and yesterday we splurged on a 4D ultrasound. We also cheated and found out we're having a boy. I always liked being surprised but I thought it would cool to know this time around.

The 4D thing is pretty amazing. With six weeks to go, we discovered this little guy is already 6lbs.

It's seems so strange to look at this little guy and know that he's only a few inches from the outside world. It seems like it should be so simple for him to get outside.

Oh well, the next deadline for me is about two weeks out when I start knocking on the neighbors doors and telling them not to call the police when they hear blood curdling screams coming from my house.


-Tasha