Sunday, August 29, 2010

Knowing is half the battle.

This is incredible to me.  This is a sign from the Aspen Women's Center in Utah.  Apologies for the large graphic, but I wanted to be sure the text was readable.


This sign is just incredible to me.  Don't bring a birth plan?  Don't hire a doula?  Don't use the Bradley Method?  Clearly their concerns don't lie with the "quality of their patient's deliveries" nor the "welfare and health of [the] unborn child."  Obviously there's something else at play here.  Is it the fear of a woman who wants to make her own choices in childbirth?  A desire to short-circuit any attempts to enlist the assistance of someone who could advocate for the birthing mother, and perhaps clash with doctors and hospital staff?  Are women who would use a birth plan or employ the Bradley Method more likely to reflect on their birth experience, and therefore more likely to examine any deficiencies in their treatment and complain, or even sue? 

I'd gladly leave a hospital that would call this their policy.

While the sign is a sad statement, how many hospitals have an unwritten, unspoken version of this same sign that dictates how women experience birth behind their doors?  When this policy came to light on parenting and childbirth message boards and blogs in the fall of 2009, there was a lot of outrage at Aspen Women's Center over this policy.  While the policy seems extremely short-sighted, I see the sign as a breath of fresh air:  Aspen Women's Center puts its bias out there for their patients to see so that they can make an informed transfer to a facility more willing to accomodate their very reasonable request to be an active decision-maker in their own birth experiences.  Not all hospitals are that up front, and the time to find out about policies like this are the day you walk into the facility's door for your first appointment and not the day you are there to give birth.


mbj

Friday, August 27, 2010

How to know that you married the right person

I think we all have those moments, that little pause of clarity when you look at your spouse and think "how on earth did I end up with this dude?"

My husband doesn't like cookies. For reals. Who doesn't like cookies? That guy. My husband. Seriously. What a freak. How on earth did I end up with this dude?

But for the most part we are totally peas and carrots, peanut butter and jelly, champagne and orange juice, which is good because God knows neither of us have any desire to go find new spouses.

So it is all that more wonderful when you get to have that moment when your spouse says something or does something that makes you realize beyond the shadow of any cookie-hating doubt that you are with the right person.

I had that moment today.  It wasn't the first time, it won't be the last time.  But I love that moment so much.

My husband and I were chatting on IM, and I mentioned that had Jack sneezed on me this morning, like ON me, wet and icky gotta go wash my face kind of sneeze.

His response?

Awesome.
I find that very arm bone.


Did you get it?  Or did you just cock your head to the side, stare at the monitor and think, WTH is Jenn talking about?

Arm bone = humerus = humorous.*

I find that very humorous.

And there I sat in my office, tears running down my face as I try to stifle my laughter. If anyone had walked into my office at that moment, they would have thought I was having some sort of fit.  Even typing this out just now, I'm still laughing.

Clearly, we are both total dorks (he'll deny that, by the way) and we are made for each other.

And, in sum,


That's what passes for side-splitting hilarity around these parts.

*In an effort to keep my blog honest, I'll tell you we both originally laughed at "leg bone," not arm bone.  Because apparently we both failed high school physiology class.  Thank God for Google.


mbj

Thursday, August 26, 2010

I am unhip. GAP Fail.

Apparently I'm a sucker for a sale. Last week when the website Groupon.com announced a $50.00 gift card for The Gap for just $25.00, I fell all over myself to take advantage of it, even though it took for-ev-er because apparently half of the population of this great nation wanted in on the Gap deal.  Everyone loves The Gap, right?

So today, $50.00 coupon in hand, I went to The Gap, planning on coming out with at least a nice pair of pants for work, or a cute sweater, or...um.

Also apparently, I've never been to The Gap before. Yes, I am American. I live in a major metropolitan area. I am female. I've even been to college. But I've never, ever set foot in The Gap until today. I realize this now because when I got there I realized that there was nothing in that store I'd wear. I'm not a jeans girl. I'm not a t-shirt girl. I don't buy $90.00 sweaters, nor do I wear sweatshirts. And as those items cover exactly 100% of the inventory at The Gap, there's just nothing there I could use.

I bought The Gap Groupon deal because I couldn't resist a bargain.

Fortunately, next to The Gap I found Baby Gap.  And, as he always does, Jack scored big time.  After applying my gift card, $7.90 bought Jack:
ZOMG A PENGUIN!

Plus little black boots.  Plus a little Halloween shirt with a long-sleeved onesie that goes underneath it.  Plus a leather belt.

Little man will be well dressed.  I hope he's not too embarrassed to be seen with his totally unhip mom.