I bought Raw Milk today. That's right. I said raw milk, straight from the cow's teet.
And, I know what you are thinking, "Seriously, she's chosen death by milk?"
At least that is sort of what I thought when I signed the waiver that more or less said I was aware drinking this milk could kill me, but I was willing.
On the package there was this cute warning on the label that said something like BE AWARE: WE TRY REALLY HARD TO MAKE CLEAN MILK BUT THIS MILK COULD STILL KILL YOU. And I thought to myself, huh, sounds like state regulation to me, and that friends is how I know that I will pass the bar, because today, I looked state legislated death in the face...and I laughed.
Drink up. Milk mustaches all around :-)
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
Getting to YES!
In law school-dom, there is a pretty famous book called, "Getting to Maybe." Because law school is really all about how in law, especially starting out, we are too apt to say Yes or No, when in reality the best answers are Maybe and then explain why in both directions. I read the book. So far, I wouldn't say that I am very good about getting to maybe, at least my grades wouldn't suggest that I am.
But, I was thinking about how in real life, I am the queen of maybe. I don't like it. I have decided that I need to get over all my maybes, all my feelings that I need to explain why I can't say a complete yes or no, but honestly, it isn't healthy. I was at the doctor yesterday, and he asked me a number of questions relating to my birth and breastfeeding of Atticus. Neither or these things have gone as I expected them to, and I have had to work through trying not to feel sad about it. Breastfeeding has been particularly difficult for me to get past.
I sat there answering his questions, following every unconfident yes or no up with some huge explanation about what happened. The doctor was very kind, and he listened to what I said, but before I launched into my breastfeeding defense, he said, "I can already hear in your voice that you felt like you failed... you didn't fail." Whelp, I am trying to see it from his point of view, but as I left, I realized that I seriously need to get to Yes. I want to be confident enough that when asked, I can simply say Yes or No without feeling the overwhelming need to follow that up with a giant explanation.
So,
Do you breastfeed? Yes.
Do you formula feed? Yes.
Did you get an epidural? Yes.
Was your labor natural? Yes.
Were you induced? Yes.
Most importantly, do you feel like a success? Yes.
I am getting there folks. Coming to terms with getting over what my expectations were and what the realities are, and still feeling successful.
But, I was thinking about how in real life, I am the queen of maybe. I don't like it. I have decided that I need to get over all my maybes, all my feelings that I need to explain why I can't say a complete yes or no, but honestly, it isn't healthy. I was at the doctor yesterday, and he asked me a number of questions relating to my birth and breastfeeding of Atticus. Neither or these things have gone as I expected them to, and I have had to work through trying not to feel sad about it. Breastfeeding has been particularly difficult for me to get past.
I sat there answering his questions, following every unconfident yes or no up with some huge explanation about what happened. The doctor was very kind, and he listened to what I said, but before I launched into my breastfeeding defense, he said, "I can already hear in your voice that you felt like you failed... you didn't fail." Whelp, I am trying to see it from his point of view, but as I left, I realized that I seriously need to get to Yes. I want to be confident enough that when asked, I can simply say Yes or No without feeling the overwhelming need to follow that up with a giant explanation.
So,
Do you breastfeed? Yes.
Do you formula feed? Yes.
Did you get an epidural? Yes.
Was your labor natural? Yes.
Were you induced? Yes.
Most importantly, do you feel like a success? Yes.
I am getting there folks. Coming to terms with getting over what my expectations were and what the realities are, and still feeling successful.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
A Crib of Gratitude
Seldom a day goes by, that I don't think of the incredible generosity of some loving soul out there who dropped this beautiful crib on our door step leaving neither name or number or trace of accreditation.
Gazing at my sleeping son in this beautiful crib fills my heart with gratitude for the kindness of souls unnamed. It kindles the desire within me to pay forward such kindness. This beautiful crib will be treasured by me forever.
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