AMA and ACOG against home births!

There’s a local midwife, one that I considered having attend my last birth (my husband wanted a midwife, I wanted to go it alone) who is right now being prosecuted  persecuted for practicing midwifery.

You can read about it in this local news story: woman accused of practicing medicine without a license

Note, there was nothing amiss at any of her births, and though the news article tries to make her seem ‘untrained’ she has been helping mothers deliver babies since 1990. In these parts she’s considered the only person left who can turn a breech and home-deliver twins, precisely because she’s un-licensed.

There is a silent auction to help pay for her legal costs: silent auction for Brenda Capps

 

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Semantics

I was reminded of this the other day, so thought to post it. This NEVER happens to me anymore, my little guy is three and a half, and only ever wants to nurse at night. It’s gotten so that I was able to throw out my old, ragged, holey (holy!) breastfeeding bras and replace them with non-functioning though pretty and perky bras. Now these new bras have an issue, if I try and nurse OVER them I get a raging  breast infection, and as I just noted my little guy only nurses at night, so the best solution to a breast infection, nursing, isn’t really that helpful. So I can’t go over the bra. I did figure out that I could pull the bra up, wire unders and all, so that it lays across my chest. My little guy protests though saying, “mommy I don’t like it all wapped around like that on top of my head.” Yes, indeed. So, and of course it’s the sensible route, I just take my bra off and go without somewhere around dinner time, and then as long as my bra is off, I might as well get in pajamas. It’s really a time saver, to get into your pajamas at about 6 o’clock in the evening, and clearly announces to the world that you’re completely done for the day. Speaking of time savers, we’re back to the comic:

 

Happy Monday! (I refuse to call it ‘cyber’)

Maybe it was too many years in art school reading, writing and debating art and humanity and the cyborg body. I’m boycotting the term cyb-anything.

Or maybe it’s just that I hate to have ordinary days of the week labeled anything other than ordinary days, or true holidays, like my birthday. It’s coming up by the way.

Or perhaps, it’s that I’m sick and tired of having my life defined by my shopping habits.

I went to the beach on Friday, I celebrated not it’s blackness (though it was pretty foggy)

I went to a friend’s house on Saturday for a movie, and didn’t set foot in a small business, either. (it doesn’t mean I won’t, just means I didn’t wanna that day, that’s all I’m saying.)

I spent today hanging with the kids and working on my website a bit (note the pretty pictures down the right side bar! and a new search bar! for functionality!) And come to find out it’s cyber-Monday and I was supposed to be on-line shopping. But I won’t, not today.

Maybe, ultimately, it’s because I’m out of money, but I like to think of myself as adorably curmudgeonly. Here’s a comic about Buy Nothing Day (the only other holiday that I DID celebrate besides Thanksgiving ;o)

Okay, I’m not curmudgeonly all the time, in a minute or two I’m getting off the computer to start DECORATING for Christmas!