Peace and Calm in the Windy City

Just a quick little post tonight because I haven’t written one in more than a week.  Our computer died, but now we have a new one, so I can blog-a-log again.  Woo-hoo!

We took a short trip to Chicago this past weekend.  Beatrix bought an American Girl doll.  That, my friends, is an entirely different blog post in itself, but I’ll process that some other time.

Chicago is an incredible city.  It’s my favorite “big city.”  This past weekend we got to enjoy Open House Chicago, a two-day event where anyone can have access to stunning buildings and architecture which wouldn’t normally be open to the public.  We took the kids to the Columbia Yacht Club (which is housed in a huge ship that is permanently moored in the harbor).  We walked through the ship, saw the dining room, the bridge with the old Captain’s wheel, and felt the very cold wind More

Birth Stories: Making Peace

Disclaimer: This post goes into some detail about my children’s births. You have been forewarned.

Everyone who has ever given birth has a birth story. Women through the ages have sat down and shared this story with friends and family, sisters and daughters. Now, mothers are encouraged to write down everything they can remember about the birth of their child(ren). It’s a lovely idea – to be able to share this story with your child when he or she is older. I wanted to write one after I had Beatrix, but I was too busy to finish it. My doula, Holly, was kind enough to type a few pages about the events of the birth, and for that I am thankful.

Holly also wrote Milo’s birth story. Once again I wanted to write my own version, but never seemed to find the time. This week I found myself writing both of my children’s birth stories.

My labors and deliveries were “normal,” yet not what I expected at all. More

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