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The Hairup Farm got an Electric Charge from the New Deal

My grandmother grew up on a farm in Montpellier, Idaho.  They had a simple life, making just enough to live. I grew up hearing stories about the Hairup Farm ranging from inducing labor before a storm so the town doctor could make it to the house, collecting eggs from chickens, or playing cards for entertainment.  Life was tough making just enough to survive, nothing extra.  The New Deal brought shocking changes to the lives of my family.

My Still Birth and Closing the Bones Ceremony

Those of you that follow my blog know that I have difficulty with my fertility, for those of you who are unaware you can read more about it in Infertility: Endometriosis, Blood Clots (Factor V Leiden), Low Progesterone. Much to my surprise and excitement, I found out I was pregnant on October 20th; which also meant I was pregnant when I wrote that blog post thinking my time as “The Mother” had past and I was entering the time of “The Crone” was starting.   

Teacher Leave Them Kids Alone

“All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall,” (Floyd, Another Brick in The Wall) while traditional schools bind our children to the dark fate of being nothing more than a number, unschoolers break that mold.  They are given carefree, safe, fun learning environments, where the student decides what to focus on.  Unschoolers use: no learning manuals, no text books, no teachers; just a child, the love of learning, and play time.  Compare this to the doldrums classrooms where students are shoe-horned into state certified, brick-like, one-size fits all, curriculums built by politicians, an

Infertility: Endometriosis, Blood Clots (Factor V Leiden), Low Progesterone

I was 14 years old when I first learned that having children could be difficult for me.  I was having extremely painful abdominal cramping anytime during the month, not just during my period. It was incapacitating- I would be curled up in a ball unable to move, making me miss both school and work.  I had very heavy periods, always lasting 7 or more days. I was lucky that my first job was at an OB/Gyn’s office, and that my mother worked there too; because of this others were able to recognize that something was abnormal. 

TB&B goes to Salt Lake ComicCon

                For those of you who don’t know me in person, I am a big geek.  During my first date with my husband we talked about Dungeons and Dragons.  My wedding was Middle Earth themed, and the ceremony was in Sindarin.  I have gone to GenCon and ComicCon. I spend more on costumes then technology.  I have run my own table top gaming store, and I offer fantasy birth packages to my doula clients. So when I heard that Salt Lake was getting its own ComicCon, it was a no brainer that I would be attending.

Postpartum Depression

This is a very difficult topic to discuss, and even a year after coming out of my mental fog, I still don’t know the person I was for the first 10 months of R2’s life.

Since R2 was days old, I had guilt over my son’s birth day.  As someone who has a December birthday I understood how much of your special day is overlooked by the holiday season. I felt guilt that his first Christmas was spent on a BiliBed for jaundice.  I felt guilt that, since he was a few weeks early, that I didn’t anticipate celebrating my son’s first Christmas a matter hours after his birth.  I felt guilt that he was born late preterm. I felt guilt that I ended up needing some interventions, things that I had worked so hard to avoid.  I felt guilty because I didn’t feel the bonding I was told I would. It didn’t take long for those feelings of guilt to grow into darker thought.