Frustration, then elation





“If you have spent too much energy trying to be socially acceptable, today you might finally realize that you cannot fit into the shape required for the current situation. Others may see you as uncooperative now, but that's not your intent. You know how you feel and just want to make your point succinctly. Remember, once you've done your homework, you really don't have to try so hard.” Daily Horoscope for Aquarius

When I was about 13 I saw a special on PBS about water birthing. I knew then that was for me. It seemed so calming, and natural, so soothing. I couldn’t imagine giving birth any other way. Now that I am 33 and 6 weeks away from giving birth, I have found that making your wishes come true is not as easy as we would like. Having autonomy over your body, having choices about your birthing experience, and having those choices supported can be a frustrating experience when birth is viewed as a medical procedure, one wrought with liabilities. I had an appointment with my ob/gyn this morning; I brought in my birthing plan and a list of questions to go over with her. I was totally disheartened as I watched her expression when I let her know that I did not want to be given an epidural, but would like to explore what other pain management options were available, should I decide that I would maybe want something. She looked at me as if I had told her that I am tired of breathing with my lungs, and would like to grow gills and breathe under water. She has only had experience with epidurals, and had never heard of somebody not wanting one. The hospital where I will be delivering offers water labouring, but it is not something my doctor is familiar with, and therefore, I was told that it would not be an option in any way. She is also more prone to induce labour earlier than what is recommended, which was not only scary information, but let me know that she prefers births to be a bit more conducive to her schedule, than what might be more conducive to my body, and my baby. I left feeling so sad, so frustrated, and so unsupported. Wanting to have as natural childbirth as possible is scary, I am in no way disillusioned about the pain I will be experiencing, and I honestly do not know how I will handle it. But I do know that if our bodies could not handle it, we would not get pregnant. Childbirth is something that is a part of being female, and a part of a life cycle, it will (most likely) not kill me. Being supported by my doctor in my desire to want a natural childbirth experience is incredibly important, it is also incredibly important to have childbirth be treated as something which is a natural event for humans, and not a medical procedure, requiring loads of interventions. When I got home, I told Sasha what the doctor had said about the questions we had, about the desires we wanted. He called a different clinic to see if they were taking new patients and if they accepted my insurance. I was feeling a bit reluctant to switch doctors at 33 weeks, but these last 6-7 weeks are also the most important of my entire pregnancy. As it turns out, this clinic not only is taking new patients, accepts my insurance, but they have a mid-wife, a fantastic one, whom I got to chat with about my birthing plan and have her not only support it, but be enthusiastic about it! She is very experienced in water labouring and birthing, is knowledgeable in alternative pain methods, and fully supports natural childbirths, as long as there are no complications. If there are complications, I know that I’ll have to change my way of thinking, I know that nothing is certain and problems could arise. Having a mid-wife in a hospital allows for interventions should they be necessary, but most importantly, should everything continue to go as smoothly as it is, I’ll be able to retain my autonomy and deliver our baby according to our desires, and have those desires be fully supported. Now I can breathe, and work on my meditation/relaxation techniques so that the whole mid-west won’t hear me screaming my head off!

The sequel...




Snakes in Champaign. Samuel L. Jackson, I am talking to you.

Spring Breakin'



The paign is quiet, and I love it. Though most of the fun people have gone away, which leaves the bocce party we should be having a bit sparse. The few people who are here makes this place feel a bit like an episode of freaks and geeks, being both, it is perfect for me. I have never enjoyed the gym more, and I don’t have the urge to shove daft people on Green Street. I wish it could be like this all of the time! Maybe I am too old to really enjoy living on a campus, or maybe I am just not the kind of person who should be living on a big 10 campus, with the greeks and the super fans. The weather has been superb this week, the grass is green, and Mr. McCuerda has made awesome progress on the garden, I think the planting will be fun, I know I can’t wait for the veggies and strawberries! The rain is leaving some good time for painting and organizing, which is much needed and zen like. It would be swell if it could be spring break around here once a month. That would be perfect. The kids will all be back on Monday, sunburned and wearing their Daytona ’07 gear. It would be great if many spring break locals were a bit more like the Bermuda triangle…

Wherefore art thou art?





Last weekend I decided to head to Chicago to get in some quality schlepping and museum going while I still have the time to be a little self indulgent and quiet. I have 2 months left in my life to have my choices be just about me and I chose to spend few leisurely hours in the MCA . While I normally thoroughly enjoy immersing my senses in this amazing space, I left feeling so frustrated with the Rudolf Stingel exhibit and the state of modern art installations in general. While Stingel is very tactile, his installations focused on leaving the creation of the art to the viewer. While this can be brilliant in other manifestations, his attempt felt lazy. In the main hall, Stingel put up panels of styrofoam covered in aluminum foil, for museum goers to doodle on. It seemed to be lacking thought, inspiration, and when I go to a museum to see art, I really want to experience something that I am not capable of, I want to see something provocative, something that caused the artist a bit of agony to produce; not walls full of “Katie was here” or doodled peace symbols. Further into his exhibit, Stingel hung a large piece of sand colored carpeting on the wall for viewers again to doodle on with their fingers, when asked, the museum’s volunteer tour guide admitted that carpet came from Empire , it was just so ridiculous to me, so uninspired, like he was too tired to really think of something. What is most unbelievable to me, is that this exhibit will be heading to the Whitney. It seems to make a statement about what the masses consider genius, or about how lazy our culture has become, that we don’t really even expect our artists to agonize over their works or push the limits of the human mind. It is just so sad to me that these are the kind of works that major galleries are taking notice of, that this is what the population will go to admire. The world is full of starving artists, struggling over their works, having their pieces inflict such anguish upon them, it must be such a blow to the gut to have some artist get the main hall in the MCA and hang a cheap piece of carpet on it.