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Jennifer Margulis

Mothering Outside the Lines

Difficulties at the Dentist

March 31st, 2010

stuffedToothbrushI waited two months to get my children an appointment with a new dentist. She is one of two who takes the Oregon Health Plan, a state-funded insurance program for kids who qualify.

We’ve really been feeling the pinch of the recession and our family, unfortunately, more than qualifies.

I was so glad that OHP includes dental coverage. It’s been a year since the kids have seen a dentist.

The appointment was for 2:20 p.m and I called around 1:00 p.m. to confirm. We arrived early. The receptionist handed me some paperwork. Included in the paperwork was a consent form. You’re supposed to put your initials by the various treatments, including “any necessary radiation” and “fluoride treatments.”

Unless there’s a problem, I don’t believe in X-raying a child’s mouth. We know that the negative affects of X-rays accumulate in a child’s body. Though the dentist (or doctor) will insist that the amount of radiation a child is exposed to in an X-ray is harmless, every time a child is exposed to X-rays you are damaging more cells and doing more harm. The effects are cumulative. So I think it’s a good policy to avoid X-rays. I skirted the issue on the forms, though, by writing I would bring them the X-rays done by their previous dentist.

I also suspect fluoride treatments are unnecessary. None of my children has ever had a cavity. Our water is not fluoridated. And they have not had any fluoride treatments, except once when James took them to the dentist and forgot to ask the hygienist not to do it.

So in the box where it asks to initial your consent, I wrote a note that I did not want fluoride treatments.

A hygienist came out to talk to me. She said fluoride was perfectly safe. She said the dentist recommended fluoride. I said I had concerns about it and asked to speak to the dentist.

Forty minutes went by. The receptionist called me over.

“The dentist insists on fluoride,” she said quietly. “She thinks you should take your children to another practice that’s more in keeping with your philosophy.”

“We’ve been waiting for a long time,” I said. I wasn’t angry but I was baffled and frustrated. “I waited two months to get this appointment. Could you see the girls today and then we’ll find a new dentist?”

The receptionist looked pained.

“I’ll try,” she said.

An hour and twenty minutes after we arrived, the hygienist and dentist looked at the girls’ teeth. The hygienist called me over to show me a better way to brush Athena’s gums. The dentist, who was examining Hesperus, did not look up.

“Could you take five minutes to talk to me about fluoride?” I asked the dentist.

She did not take her face mask off.

She did not agree to sit down with me somewhere private.

Instead, she spoke in front of her staff and in front of my kids, who were both lying on their backs with their mouths uncomfortably open.

“Fluoride does no damage whatsoever to the human body,” the dentist said. “It doesn’t cause cancer.” Here the hygienists giggled, as if the idea that fluoride might be carcinogenic was actually funny, it was so preposterous. “I believe in prevention: good diet, good hygiene, and fluoride. I will treat problems if I have to but that should be a last resort.”

“It sounds like we do agree,” I said, relieved. “I believe in prevention too. My kids eat well. They don’t drink soda and rarely have candy. And we are trying to improve our oral hygiene. Other than my concerns about fluoride, we’re on the same page.”

“We can’t see you here,” the dentist said. “I am leading the campaign to fluoridate the water. If you won’t do fluoride, I won’t treat you. Besides, the insurance you have requires it.”

I honestly don’t know as much about fluoride as I should. But does it matter whether the dentist is right that fluoride is an absolute necessity (which, since my children have no cavities, it obviously is not) or whether my cautious, I’d-prefer-not-to stance is correct? Should a dentist have the right to kick your child (or you) out of their practice because you refuse an optional treatment?

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Blowing Raspberries

March 29th, 2010

LeoneAlmost5monthsLeone, who’s almost five months old (already? How is that possible?) has discovered how to blow raspberries. She’s also started noticing her out breaths.

These spectacular wonders of her natural self are particularly fascinating at 4:00 a.m.

In other news, she can sit up by herself for about a quarter of a second before falling on her nose and flattening it into Silly Putty.

And she grabs things. The lip of the plate while she’s sitting on my lap at the table, the bamboo flute on the windowsill, the junk mail advertisement. She holds onto what she’s grabbed but only long enough to give it a couple of shakes. Then she lets go.

It disappears.

She doesn’t know it ever existed.

She’s too busy trying to grab the next thing–her sister’s hair, the velcro on her cloth diaper, her brother’s nose–to be bothered with where the thing she just had went.

Rolling over? That’s like, so yesterday. She mastered that skill the day after I publicly asserted that she didn’t know how to do it. Danger Alert: no more leaving baby on the bed.

She loves diaper changes (though as we get the hang of EC’ing, they are becoming less frequent).

Leone: Hello feet! Hello toes! My favorite toys! Where have you been hiding?!

She also grabs the diaper under her tush and wrestles with it: Hmm, this looks like it might be tasty. Let me just pull, pull, pull, and try to get it into my mouth. “Ahhh, rrrhhh, argg, ga, ga.” [Blows raspberries.]

Though her hair is still so fine and wispy, there’s more of it every day.

She hasn’t been drooling as much lately but she puts everything into her mouth. I can feel tiny teeth just below the surface of her gums and her gums sometimes seem to bother her.

She likes to grasp your thumbs with all her fingers and stand on your lap when you’re holding her. I remember when we took a baby yoga class back in the Dark Ages when Leone was only three months old and there were some five-month-old babies standing on their mothers’ laps and I was in awe of how incredibly advanced and amazing they were. Now Leone has started doing that too.

When she sees her bunting or the back carrier, she kicks her legs and waves her arms. “Oh, a walk! Count me in. I love cozying up to Mommy!”

She gets so excited by the prospect of an outing that she sometimes even blows a raspberry.

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The Amazing Banana Opening Trick

March 26th, 2010

bananaWith your thumbnail make a gash in the top inside of the banana right below the stem. Do this surreptitiously when you’re kids aren’t looking.

Then hold the banana upside down by the stem with the gash side facing you.

Say, “I AM MORE MAGICAL THAN THE AMAZING RANDY. I AM MORE DARING THAN EVEL KNIEVEL. I CAN OPEN THIS BANANA USING MY MAGICAL POWERS. ARE YOU READY?”

(Since kids will figure out the trick pretty quickly, you’ve got to milk it for all it’s worth the first time you do it.)

Flick your wrist so you are flicking the banana down and away from you. PRESTO-ALA-KAZAM, the banana peel will give way on the gash you made and you’ll be holding an open banana by a piece of peel.

Tah dah!

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Are You a Pizzaholic?

March 24th, 2010

PizzaSliceMy mother-in-law has been visiting and we were all at a complete loss for what to make for dinner for the last night of her stay.

“PIZZA!” Athena and Etani shouted together.

“Pizza sounds good,” James and his mom agreed.

“I DO NOT WANT PIZZA!” Hesperus, 10, said “Pizza is, like, so boring. Pizza is stupid. I hate pizza.”

We ordered two extra large pizzas.

James ate a hundred pieces. Then for good measure he ate five more right before bed.

At 4:00 a.m. when the baby woke up to nurse, James was awake. And groaning.

“My stomach’s roiling and feels all hot,” he moaned. “I. Ate. Too. Much. Pizza.”

He had to get up anyway, to catch a 6:00 a.m. flight. His dad, who lives in upstate New York, is having surgery for throat cancer this Friday.

My kids are on Spring Break but Hesperus had a gymnastics handspring clinic that started at 9:00 a.m. Despite her adamant eye-rolling stance against dinner last night, she packed leftover pizza for a snack.

After she left, I made a grocery shopping list. I asked Athena and Etani what they wanted to eat this week.

“PIZZA!” they shouted in unison.

James’s first flight was cancelled because of the winter weather in Denver. But he managed to make it safely across the country.

He emailed during the lay-over in Philadelphia. “I just walked past a pizza place and had to restrain myself from getting a slice. ‘Oooh—pizza!’” He wrote. “I think I may be a pizzaholic.”

What’s your take on pizza? Do you love pizza as much as my husband and children do?! (Can you tell I don’t?) How often do you eat pizza? I’d love to read your thoughts in the comment section below.

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Why You Should Question Vaccines For Your Children

March 22nd, 2010

Vaccine safety is back in the news today, because the FDA has asked doctors to temporarily suspend giving the newest incarnation of the vaccine against rotavirus, Rotarix.

This vaccine is currently scheduled on CDC guidelines for infants in two doses between ages six weeks and 24 weeks.

Picture 5Independent researchers found the vaccine to be contaminated with fragments of a virus of pigs, porcine circovirus 1 (PCV1).

There are several unfortunate things about today’s news:

1. Although the contamination was communicated to vaccine makers and the FDA in early February, the FDA has only now stopped doctors from giving a vaccine they knew to contain a foreign virus.

2. We do not know how this swine disease agent got into the vaccine.

3. We do not know what the effect of ingesting PCV1 is on human health.

But there’s a bigger issue here. This vaccine is useless in America. Rotavirus itself cannot definitively be shown to have killed any American children. Rotavirus is the most common cause of diarrhea in children, and essentially all Americans have gone through it by age three.

An older version of the rotavirus vaccine, RotaShield, was withdrawn from the market in 1999 because one of its side effects was a severe and life-threatening intestinal blockage. This side effect has also been reported with the new vaccine, but not in high enough numbers for public health officials to act on it.

Give a vaccine for a harmless illness to an infant that can cause a life-threatening emergency? No thank you.

The human immune system evolved to be exposed to diseases like rotavirus, adapt to them, and fight them off. To vaccinate against a benign disease like this and circumvent natural exposure may have negative long-term health consequences.

The health authorities have not been protecting our children’s health by mandating this vaccine in the first place.

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I Go To Jail

March 21st, 2010

visiting_web_pic.JPGThis morning I visited my friend in jail.

The rules about visiting hours are strict. If you’re not there 15 minutes before your appointed time, you forfeit the opportunity to go in. You can only bring your keys and ID. And before you can get permission, they put you on hold on the phone and do some kind of background check.

They wouldn’t let me bring the baby so I nursed her right before I left and drove to Medford alone.

I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find it.

I was afraid I would forget my ID.

I was afraid I’d cry the moment I saw my friend.

“What if I cry?” I asked my aunt Judy on the phone at 7:00 o’clock this morning.

“I think that would be okay,” Judy said softly. “At least he’ll know somebody’s feeling compassionate towards him.”

The waiting area at the Jackson County Jail looks like a doctor’s office. A distracted receptionist sits behind two layers of bulletproof glass, and doesn’t look up when you come in. But when she does and sees the frown lines on your forehead, she speaks in a kind voice and explains things patiently. Behind her are shelves with rows and rows of files color-tagged like medical charts. I dont know what’s in them but it’s probably not the history of last month’s appendectomy.

The waiting room has the usual look of American Purgatories–hospital waiting rooms, high school cafeterias, doctors offices: white concrete-block walls, florescent lighting, vending machines, rest rooms, and an ATM. It was clean and quiet, a subdued place where nothing good happens.

When I arrived at 9:20 a.m. for my 10:00 a.m. visit there was only one other person there. A friendly heavy set man who was visiting his brother.

“What’s it like in the jail?” I asked.

“Don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never been inside.”

When the 9:00 a.m. visitors finished, the door opened with a loud buzzing noise that startled me.

Half an hour later it was my turn, along with two others, both men. One stared at the floor while he waited. The other, legs sprawled, talked on his cell phone in monosyllables. They both looked down-and-out, people who were no strangers to trouble.

I thought we would be meeting in a room where we could sit facing each other, as S.’s wife described in the state maximum-security prison. Instead it was like a scene from Dead Man Walking. The three prisoners in green jump suits waited in a row, each at his own cubicle, separated from us by several layers of glass.

S. looked so much better than I expected, and I was so glad to see him, that I didn’t cry.

To communicate I had to talk into an old-fashioned phone receiver. He picked one up on the other side. At first the line was dead and I could only hear the muffled sound of his voice through the glass. Then an unpleasant female recording announced loudly in my ear that our conversation was being taped. After that I could hear S.’s voice.

I question the prison system in America. There are many people behind bars who shouldn’t be. Are we trying to rehabilitate people, or just punish them for what they’ve done? Is it really right to perpetuate suffering? Is that some kind of justice? If people are a threat to others, maybe they do belong behind bars. But so many people in jail are innocent, and so many others may have made mistakes but are not harmful in any way. My mom’s cousin spent most of his life in prison after helping a friend plot a murder when he was a teenager. He did not kill anyone. He did not have a prior record. He was not angry or violent. He made a juvenile mistake–lured in by his friend’s pain–and it cost him the best years of his life.

S. told me that since the county jail is just a holding place, they don’t treat people with much humanity. The inmates there are just passing through. He is spending his days in a windowless cell with no cellmate, a golf pencil but no paper to write on. He says it feels like solitary confinement. The food is barely edible. Since a book cart only comes through once a week and he arrived the day after, he’s had to scrounge to find something to read. Even if he could write, he wouldn’t be allowed to take it with him when he leaves. At the end of March the rules at the Jackson County Jail will change and inmates will no longer be allowed to receive letters, only postcards.

Ironically, S. told me that the maximum-security prison–since prisoners are there for the long haul–is actually a more comfortable place to be than the Jackson County Jail.

He wasn’t complaining. He explained all of this with his usual good humor and an upbeat smile. But the three days he’s been there feels like three months.

Our 30 minutes went by so fast that I was surprised when the inmates on either side of us hung up their phones. I watched them get up and shuffle towards the guard at the door. Suddenly S. looked very thin and tired and alone. The smile fell from his face as he turned his attention away from me. Back to jail.

I walked to the car very slowly. I was eager to get home but reluctant to leave. I didn’t cry until I buckled my seatbelt. I was glad S. couldn’t see the tears in my eyes.

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Athena Catches A Pee (Sort Of)!

March 19th, 2010

AthenaHoldingLeoneI know I promised to write about making Leone laugh this week but she’s actually been quite a serious little creature lately and we’re all still perfecting Leone Laughing Techniques so I’m putting off that post until next week.

Instead I have a story to tell you.

“My baby, my baby,” 9-year-old Athena said this morning after she got dressed. “I want to hold her Mommy!”

I passed Leone to Athena and made oatmeal for Athena and Etani and scrambled eggs and toast for Hesperus (who, by the way, is eating us out of house and home. She’s only ten. What will we do when the kids are teenagers?!)

Leone was happy in Athena’s arms for a long time.

Then she made a fussing noise. It’s hard to describe. It’s sort of like a low-pitched whine, a small complaint that isn’t really a fuss but is more like a call for attention. It’s a sound she has started making, sometimes (only sometimes), when she needs a pottytunity.

Her diaper was dry. “I think she needs to go pee,” I said to Athena.

“I’m going to take her Mommy. Will you show me what to do?”

I was still cooking the eggs on the stove and didn’t rush after Athena. She came back in with Leone in her arms smiling sheepishly.

“Mom,” Athena said in a happy voice. “Leone went pee in her potty!”

I could tell that wasn’t the whole story.

“Fantastic!”

“But I didn’t know she went so I forgot to make the sound.”

“That’s okay,” I said. I could tell that wasn’t the whole story either.

“But,” Athena began.

“You dumped it all over the floor?”

“Right,” Athena said. We both laughed. “Come see.”

Athena pointed to a small wet spot. About half the pee was still in the potty and half on the carpet in the bedroom.

Not sure where the Spilled Potty Syndrome fits into the tally of misses and catches but I count that as a point for Athena.

Plus, I hate that carpet in the bedroom.

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An Interview with Unassisted Birth Advocate Laura Shanley

March 17th, 2010

smbookcover2When we were researching unassisted childbirth before Baby Leone was born, I read Laura Shanley’s book, Unassisted Childbirth, from cover to cover, flagging pages for James to read as well. I borrowed the book from my friend Jenny (who’s pregnant with her fifth baby and probably wants it back). I dutifully returned all of Jenny’s other childbirth books right after the birth, but have held onto Unassisted Childbirth for an extra long time. It’s so full of wisdom and fascinating stories that I’ve found myself re-reading parts of it several times.

09laurakshanley1.JPGSo I’m especially pleased to welcome Laura Shanley on my blog today to talk about unassisted birth.

JM: Most people have never heard of unassisted childbirth, or never seriously considered it, because it’s so far outside the norm, in America anyway. When they do read about it, they think either, “Oh, that woman is CRAZY” or “Oh, she was just lucky!” or they get angry and insist that a woman who gives birth unassisted is endangering herself and her baby. What do you say to people who think you are crazy because you had your children without a doctor or midwife present?

LS: Usually I just try to explain it logically. Every other natural bodily function generally works beautifully unassisted–digestion, elimination, respiration, conception. So many of the problems associated with birth are actually caused by interference.

Most people can relate to this sexual analogy (which I am borrowing in part from Michel Odent):Imagine you’re having sex and everything is going beautifully. The energy is flowing and sexual excitement is building. But suddenly someone walks in the room, taps you on the shoulder and says, “Excuse me, what’s your social security number?”

Instantly you would come out of a creative, intuitive, artistic frame of mind and go into a rational, critical, thinking one. As a result, most men would instantly lose their erection, and sexual desire would probably cease for both partners.

This is exactly what happens when medical personnel are timing, measuring, counting or even simply observing a woman giving birth.

Observation changes all natural bodily functions.

Attempting to fall asleep or go to the bathroom with a crowd looking on produces the same result. When drugs, invasive medical instruments and strict time constraints are brought into the picture they hinder a woman from giving birth.

I believe two other factors cause birth to be problematic: poverty and fear. Most deaths in birth occur in Third World countries where people are often undernourished and don’t have access to clean water or proper housing.

All aspects of health are affected by poverty, not just birth. Anthropologists who have observed healthy tribal cultures throughout history have reported that death or complications in childbirth are rare.

As humans we are programmed to have a fight/flight response. Fear sends blood and oxygen away from the sexual organs and into the arms and legs so that we can fight or run from the supposed danger. Just as the face of a frightened person turns white, so does the uterus when a woman is disturbed or frightened during labor. Without “fuel” (blood and oxygen), the uterus cannot function correctly and numerous problems result.

This is why it’s absolutely essential that pregnant women face and overcome their fears prior to the birth.

Why would something as important as the continuation of the race be fraught with peril?

It’s not.

When people actually take the time to logically think it through, many of them understand that birth isn’t inherently dangerous. It’s our modern day conceptions that are dangerous, not being in labor and having a baby.

Laura and her partner David with their firstborn, John, who was born at home unassisted

Laura and her partner David with their firstborn, John, who was born at home unassisted

JM: In your book about unassisted childbirth, you write about how your parents reacted badly to your decision to have unassisted births. Was it hard for you not only not to have their support but to have them being actively against you (I think your mom actually called social services at one point, yes?)?

LS: I honestly think my parents meant well, but yes, it was very hard not having their support. For many years I actually thought my mother had called social services but recently she told me that she had called a visiting nurse in the hope that the nurse could help me with the pregnancy or birth if I needed it. It was the nurse who called social services after the birth when I had trouble breastfeeding.

Still, it was hard not having my family’s support and it’s painful to talk about it even now. I often tell people that I believe the greatest challenge to having an unassisted birth is dealing with unsupportive friends and family.

On the other hand, the lack of support can encourage us to look within. Like many other couples, my partner David and I found a previously undiscovered inner strength that has served both of us in so many situations since then.

JM: We were very quiet about our decision to have an unassisted birth beforehand because we felt worried that people’s negative energy would affect how we felt about what we had decided to do. When I was trying to find out about it I spoke with one woman who had her six children unassisted but had never talked about it before. Do you think women should speak up about unassisted birth, even if it opens them to being judged and maligned?

LS: I think it’s different for every woman and even for every pregnancy. Having a baby unassisted is a personal choice that we don’t have to justify or explain to anyone. Some women simply need to focus on overcoming their own fears and developing a strong sense of self. This is a big job in and of itself. But if a woman feels completely comfortable with the choice she has made and isn’t easily swayed by the fears and opinions of others, then I think she can do society a tremendous service by sharing her thoughts on the subject. It took me several years before I was ready to speak out about unassisted childbirth. And even then I was careful not to proselytize.

Unassisted birth was the right choice for me. But every woman has to choose her own path.

Laura Shanley cuddling her four children, all of whom were born at home without any medical assistance

Laura Shanley cuddling her four children, all of whom were born at home without any medical assistance

JM: If a woman is considering having an unassisted birth, how would you advise her to prepare?

LS: I generally share what worked for me. I encourage women to read unassisted birth stories and watch videos of women giving birth unassisted. I also recommend joining one or more of the UC message boards or email lists, as I think it can be helpful to connect with like-minded women.

I suggest reading my book, Unassisted Childbirth, or any of the other books on the subject.

When I was preparing for my births, I found Grantly Dick-Read’s book Childbirth Without Fear very helpful. I recommend that one, as well.

For women who are wanting to learn more about the basic physiology of birth, I recommend Heart and Hands by Elizabeth Davis or Spiritual Midwifery by Ina May Gaskin.

But I have to add that though I think those books are informative and written with a lot of heart, I don’t agree with everything the authors write about how to deal with complications or even what constitutes a complication.

Most complications in my opinion—things like breech births, long labors, “retained” placentas—are often simply normal and even expected variations in childbirth that merely require a change of position, a change in attitude, or perhaps an extra dose of patience.

Women preparing for birth also need to honestly face their fears. Journaling can be very helpful. When a woman understands the three primary causes for the problems in birth—poverty, medical intervention and fear—most fears vanish.

The fears that remain can often be dealt with by utilizing visualization and affirmations, so I also recommend visualizing the labor and birth that you want, writing out affirmations to help you gain confidence (and practicing both the visualizations and the affirmations every day).

JM: You had your children John, Willie, Joy, and Michelle many years ago. Do you think that more women today are choosing to have unassisted births?

LS: Yes! Based on the traffic to my site, amount of email I’m receiving, and the growing number of UC web sites, books, message boards and email lists, I believe more women are choosing this option.

JM: I was really moved reading the story of how you birthed your daughter straddling a little baby bathtub by yourself without even your partner present. I don’t know if I could have the strength to labor by myself. Was that a life-altering experience for you?

LS: Absolutely. It was truly the defining moment in my life.

I’ve often said that with her birth I felt that I touched the eternal.

I’m not sure how else to describe it. But something within me changed the moment she was born and I really haven’t been the same since. Grantly Dick-Read says that childbirth should give a woman a feeling of exaltation and this is what I believe I experienced with Joy’s birth.

To an extent, I felt it with all my births but perhaps it was stronger with Joy because I was alone. I don’t necessarily believe that solitude is a necessary requirement, but in this case it was what I needed.

Sometimes having people present at a birth can be a comfort. But often they’re a distraction. For some reason with Joy’s birth I needed to be alone.

JM: A reader wrote to Mothering recently to say “Unassisted Childbirth” should really be called “Father-Assisted Childbirth,” if the dad is present and catches the baby. What do you think?

LS: I’ve actually never felt entirely comfortable with the term “Unassisted Childbirth” (my publisher titled my book) because I believe we are all assisted in birth, both by the larger consciousness (however you conceive of that—as God, Goddess, All That Is, Nature—or something else) and by our babies, who I believe are active participants. But it’s a term I use because most people understand that it means “not medically assisted.”

Yes, some fathers do assist as well, but in the type of birth I advocate, the mother is really the one calling the shots. The late Marilyn Moran was an advocate of what some people call “daddy deliveries.” She believed that the father “planted the seed” and he should be the one to receive the baby.

In one of her newsletters she wrote “You can depend on your husband. He has everything you need.” But this to me is simply one step above “You can depend on your OB/GYN.” It puts the power outside of the woman. And the fact is, some husbands can’t be depended upon.

Writer Jeannine Parvati Baker, who coined the term “Freebirth,” also believed that since fathers “are the ones who made this ecstasy possible,” they should be the ones to catch the baby. But I don’t necessarily agree. I absolutely encourage fathers to participate in birth, and if they feel motivated, to catch the baby, as well.

But the course of the birth should be decided by the mother. Only she knows what position feels best for her body, when to push, when not to push, things like that.

Ultimately, even when the father catches the baby, the mother is still the one who is giving birth. It’s time that mothers get the credit they deserve—not doctors, or midwives, or cab drivers, or even fathers!

JM: Thank you so much for taking the time to visit this blog. Is there anything else you’d like to add?

LS: Only that I think it is important to remember that birth is not a curse that is meant to be endured. When approached correctly, it is an incredible, life-altering experience that changes us in ways we never dreamed possible. This is certainly what it was for me.

Related posts:
The Story of Our Unassisted Birth
Adventures in Lotus Birth
Don’t Touch My Newborn With Gloves
Liberated From Prenatal “Care”

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Clean Green Fun (I Only Drank One Small Glass of Not-Green Wine)

March 15th, 2010

The Kids (and the House) Ready for the Green Party. Etani (far right) got shy and decided not to perform his amazing pogo stick act.

The Kids (and the House) Ready for the Green Party. Etani (far right) got shy and decided not to perform his amazing pogo stick act.

Party preparations yesterday were a bit tense.

First 6-year-old Etani pulled the tablecloth off the table and dumped the spinach vegetable chips all over the floor. Twice. And his mother, who would prefer to write about herself in the third person in this instance, completely lost it and got furious and shrieked so loudly that even though said mother was in the hallway out of sight and not yelling at any particular child (though she wanted to throttle one particular male child who had already made several other messes and had generally been underfoot in a totally annoying way all morning), the sound made the 4-month-old baby in her father’s arms cry.

Then 9-year-old Athena burst into sobs and wouldn’t–or couldn’t–tell us why she was crying. Finally I coaxed it out of her that she was feeling badly because she didn’t have anything green to wear. I did a quick sewing fix on a pair of brightly patterned green pants and 10-year-old sister Hesperus let her borrow some white tights to wear under them, suggested a yellow shirt to go with them, and gave Athena a green headband and hair clip, and all was well again.

As I was frantically making food, vacuuming the chips off the carpet, and wiping down the window sills, I decided I was completely crazy to even think about hosting a party. But like with long car rides with the kids fighting and whining where the hell of the travel itself is forgotten in the bliss of arrival, as soon as the guests started arriving, we all put the preparation frustrations behind us (except maybe James who I think is still mad at me for startling the baby) and had a blast.

Pesto Pasta

Pesto Pasta

Thank you to all the readers who shared your green food ideas! I made pesto (out of arugula, basil, pine nuts, olive oil, garlic, parmesan cheese, and a few almonds) over herb fettucini, cucumber salad with dill, green apple and kiwi salad (green grapes are not in season so they didn’t have any at the co-op), and a chocolate cake with green frosting and pistachio nuts on top.

Don’t tell the kids but I found a wonderful totally healthy way to make the frosting green: I crushed two spirulina pills in the mortar and pestle and added that and a capsule-full of kelp to a frosting made from mostly cream cheese, a little butter, powdered sugar, a half teaspoon of vanilla, and a tiny bit of cream. The spirulina gave the frosting both a nutritional boost and a gorgeous green tint and you couldn’t taste it at all.

Kristine's Grilled Asparagus

Kristine's Grilled Asparagus


Etani made super sour ultra-delicious limeade sweetened with white grape juice, with lime slices floating on top.

Here are the other green dishes everyone brought:

Kristine, Kaj, and Marge brought grilled asparagus marinated in sesame oil and soy sauce to die for. Kristine is the kind of cook who looks at the food and it comes out delicious. She is someone you want at your party. Any party! (At one point I found her in the kitchen secretly doing dishes. See what I mean?)

Albie, Kasey, Sierra, and Sky brought a broccoli and cheese casserole that got devoured almost instantly. Albie also brought a cold “green tea” beverage.

Adena, James, Jaden, and Samera brought a big green salad with tofu in it and green salad dressing.

Janis and Ruby brought sushi, granny smith apples, and a heart-shaped bowl full of green M&Ms.

Bill and Zoe brought a homemade no-sugar-added peach pie from the peaches they hand picked and canned this summer.

Dave, Corey, Amelia, and Ben brought a beautiful raw salad plate with fennel, asparagus, carrots, red peppers, and both hummus and guacamole dip.

We ate, the kids ran around screaming outside for awhile, and then we did our Green Show.

James Plays the Lute to a Captive Audience

James Plays the Lute to a Captive Audience


Zoe and Bill Perform "The World's Worst Date"

Zoe and Bill Perform The World's Worst Date


Zoe gamely agreed to emcee at the last minute (who knew Zoe was such an amazing emcee?!) and she dressed up in a pink boa and a paper maché hat and called out the acts, which included a hip hop skit called “Remembering Ballet” set to Janet Jackson music by the mother from the second paragraph of this post and her 10-year-old daughter, an improv piano piece by 5-year-old Ben, a high-tech showing of Corey’s paintings (Dave dug the TV out of the closet and managed to hook it up to the wires and apparati he brought with him), a skit by Athena and Sierra about why we should help endangered animals (they put a money jar by the door and we are going to send the donations to Wildlife Images), a circus performance by James and Samera (yes, Samera can actually stand up on top of her father’s palms while he lies on his back with his legs in the air), hip hip dancing by Amelia, original songs by Janis (who used to be a professional singer songwriter and has the kind of voice that makes you want to cry it’s so beautiful), two lute pieces by James (one Renaissance, one Bob Dylan), a hilarious adult-humor based-on-a-true-story skit by Bill and Zoe called “World’s Worst First Date,” and some unicycle tricks by Kaj.

Clean green fun. There are still two days before St Patrick’s Day and more than a month before Earth Day. You won’t regret hosting a Green Party! Despite the preparations.

Are you doing anything green to celebrate St Patrick’s Day or Earth Day this year?

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The Green Party

March 11th, 2010

Not politics. Just a goofy idea I have for a party.

In honor of St Patrick’s Day and Earth Day, everyone brings a green dish to pass. We talk, we eat, and then we all do silly performances. (In Ashland the outdoor show before the Shakespeare plays begin is called “The Green Show” so the name of this party is an inside pun for us locals.)

(Gently used) door prizes for guests who walk or bike.

The idea’s been percolating for awhile but I haven’t been able to find a time to have the party.

Actually, I’m insane to think of hosting a party. I can’t sleep. I am working furiously on a huge project. James is in and out of town (traveling because he was appointed to serve on the state board that oversees direct entry midwives by Governor Ted Kulongoski after the governor read this AP story in the Oregonian about our unassisted home birth). Hesperus has a gymnastics meet all day Saturday. My mother-in-law is visiting next week and Miss Sweet Leone has been a fussy bucket the last few days.

Plus, I’m nursing so technically I’m not drinking so how the [expletive deleted] am I going to do a hip hop dance number with my daughter and embarrass the bejeezus out of myself in front of other people?!

Then my friend Emily left me a voicemail: “Still having the party this weekend? We want to come!”

Her enthusiasm inspired me. So the party’s Sunday. Only, guess what? Emily called back to say her family can’t make it.

It was tempting to chicken out but we’re going ahead with it anyway, short notice and a dirty bathroom be damned.

I was thinking of making spinach pasta with pesto, unpeeled cucumber salad (cucumbers are green, right?), and maybe a kiwi-and-green-grape dessert.

Now I need your help. If you were invited to a party and asked to “bring a green dish to pass,” what would you bring? A chocolate velvet cake on a green plate? What’s your favorite green food? Do your kids like to eat anything green?

I’ll post how the party went next week. Also up next week: An interview with unassisted birth diva Laura Shanley and the long ago promised report back about which reader suggestions make Leone laugh the most.

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