tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80348559922692019992024-03-13T01:53:34.278-07:00The Gleasons go WestA Chronicle of our life adventure where ever that may beAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07536522394753749220noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-43125483465256841772012-10-20T11:52:00.001-07:002012-10-20T11:52:48.072-07:00This moment: Shades in the Kitchen<div style="text-align: center;">
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The other day I had one of those rare moments when I was able to....breath. It wasn't anything drastic or even unusual. I just went for a walk. I wasn't even alone, Kyle was walking ahead a bit towing Alex in the wagon. Colton and Adelina stayed back at my in-laws house to play and be fawned over. </div>
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We just strolled up the road. The initial goal in my mind that I am still trying to shed the excess baby weight, and a mile of brisk walking would bring me that much closer to my goal. </div>
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But, as we walked a strange thing started to happen. As I looked at the road below and in front of me I suddenly began to notice I really look down a lot. Normally my eyes don't catch anything spectacular, the pavement or dirt below my feet. Maybe some grass or weeds. But, even on this dreary day I was seeing something spectacular. Dots of gold, yellow, auburn, the occasional green and crimson flashed by. I felt my steps slow. They were just leaves...Maple, oak and sassafras mostly. But they seemed illuminated against the wet pavement. Each laid out showing off their beautiful outlines. </div>
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I felt the first exhale....My pace steadied and I watched the colors pass.</div>
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I inhaled....and I felt my chin lift, I could see the road ahead now, long and straight, gently rising up the hill ahead. Kyle and Alex were far ahead of me. It was the most alone I had felt in weeks</div>
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I exhaled... I felt my thoughts float away. </div>
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I inhaled... The air I took in was heavy with water, wind, musty leaves....</div>
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I exhaled.... I could see left and right. Into the forest, the dark trees like pillars to their leafy canopy, the floor a golden carpet of freshly fallen leaves. Non of them disturbed. I wanted to walk there to get lost in that beautiful forest room, but I also did not want to disturb it. I walked on.</div>
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I inhaled...My ears opened, above the rumble of the wagon ahead, I began to hear the rain drops dripping from the trees, the sound of the breeze through the wet leaves, I heard the creek of a tree branch above. </div>
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My pace now was that of a sight see'er, I just wanted to drink in these moments. I was actually here. Gone were the thoughts of stress that had clouded my mind, gone was the chatter of children and family that hung on every nerve. I forgot my reason to come on this walk.</div>
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The release of it and the weight of it nearly bringing me to tears.</div>
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As I exhaled, I offered my breath to carry a prayer to heaven. I thanked God for this walk for this moment. </div>
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My thoughts flooded with the peace only God can give. </div>
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For that moment it was just me and the wet road, God and the trees.</div>
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I breathed.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-15342476001748089532012-10-13T04:23:00.002-07:002012-10-13T04:24:25.696-07:00This Moment: First Smiles<div style="text-align: center;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-16026144611045020612012-10-08T06:46:00.003-07:002012-10-08T06:51:55.940-07:00Here at Home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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October 1st was a momentous occasion at our house, as this date marked the beginning of our first official school year. Of course this may seem a bit late to some, but given that I just had a baby at the end of August, I felt it best to give myself at least a 6 week maternity leave. Having this kind of flexibility is truly one of the great benefits of schooling at home.<br />
So, what did our week entail? Well, just like any first week of school we sort of eased into it. It has and will continue to take some adjusting and tweaking as we find our family rhythm for adding school subjects to our day. But thus far some of the positives have been, having the added structure of things to accomplish does seem to break up the pattern of the day. I will admit that there has been some struggle, for me and the kids as we juggle and shuffle our routine. But, by weeks end I was definitely starting to feel some clarity (though I have a very, very long way to go. )<br />
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So, what can I share about how we are approaching this school year? Well, Colton is our main focus as he is of kindergarten age. But, since Alex likes to do everything big brother does I am trying to include him as much as he wishes. But, I also am trying to remember to let him float as needed. This has been a bit of a tedious dance but, I am sure as time goes on we will figure it out. </div>
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I am working mostly on just the core subjects with Colton. Bible, Reading, math, Language Arts, Social Studies, Science, and Art. This all sounds so ridged and formal. But, reality is we take a much more laid back approach to it all. For instance; Bible, is reading from our Story bible mostly, with maybe some follow up questions or a craft. Colton really wants to learn to read, for that we are using; <a href="http://www.welltrainedmind.com/store/language-arts/reading.html" target="_blank">The Ordinary Parents Guide to Teaching Reading</a> (This is not a reading for dummies book) but a simple well thought out approach to teaching reading. We are supplementing that with some Hooked on Phonics work book pages, and some basic handwriting practice. </div>
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The other five core subjects, Math, Language Arts, Social Studies, Science and Art are covered in our <a href="http://fiarhq.com/fiveinarow.info/index.html" target="_blank">Five in a Row</a> curriculum. I really love the concept of Five in a Row. It is a unit studies approach, so we read a story from the reading list every day for the week. Then follow it with one of the subjects, applying it to the story we just read. I think the best part of this program is that I get to revisit some of the great classic stories from my child hood. Some treasured, some newly remembered, and some will be new to us completely.</div>
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And while this main curriculum and subjects outline our formal school day, what was even more fun was the hours following. Spending time doing some structured learning, seems to be giving way to hunger to know more and more. In the hours following, we often take time to look up things of interest. Colton loves snakes, and so the Copper head was of great interest the other day. Colton also wanted to know what our brain looks like. For all of these instances I am very grateful for the internet, which supplies me with more resources than my own faculties possess. There is also increasingly detailed works of art being churned out daily. Which reminds me ....I must work on an Art display area....</div>
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Anyway, This is what our first week looked like. It encompassed all of the emotions, energy, and patience I possess. It required inspiration from outside sources and encouragement from other moms who are walking with me or have gone before me. (Those of whom I am ever so grateful!) </div>
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Above all, I am so thankful that I have the privilege of taking such a prominent role in my child's education this year. </div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-15627150138809530972012-10-05T12:00:00.001-07:002012-10-05T12:00:28.749-07:00This Moment...<span style="background-color: #fbfaf8; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><i> Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. </i></span><br />
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I did it! I finished my first knitting project fro Adelina. It wasn't too difficult, I only had to visit YouTube a few times. Even better it is finished before Adelina has outgrown it!<br />
I first saw this pattern on <a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2012/02/babies-knits.html" target="_blank">Soule Mama's blog</a>. I instantly fell in love, and since at that time I knew a little girl was in my future, I promptly ordered the pattern from <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/" target="_blank">Ravelry</a>. I made made it in the 9 months size, figuring it would fit baby girl right around six months which will land us right in the middle of winter.<br />
I used the same soft merino wool that I used to make a sweater for the boys with a couple years ago. I love this wool, I purchased it at our local fiber festival. It is from local sheep, and hand spun and dyed into a very nice sport weight. You can find all of my ravelry project notes <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/1colt4me/cassia" target="_blank">(here)</a>.<br />
I can't wait for little girl to grow so she can wear it. But, then again no need to rush...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-12456048079985967172012-10-02T15:28:00.000-07:002012-10-02T15:28:18.521-07:00In the pumpkin Patch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Few places are more glorious in <u>this</u> country than Michigan in the fall, and this fall is no exception. Beautiful colors are popping up more every day, it is breezy but still comfortable and sunny. Perfect for playing out doors, and for pumpkin picking.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And what of the pumpkins you ask? Well, they were put to good use and carved according to each kiddo's specifications. Colton wanted a bat, and Alex a dog.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>And so, for the first time ever we have animal jack-o-lanterns on our porch. And some very fond memories in our hearts.</i></span></div>
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Lovely picture, eh? I honestly found it very striking. This is my reality a month post-partem. </div>
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I just wanted to share a bit of my experience as a mother of three little ones. I admit I was warned, having three children is completely different than having two. Of course you know that the addition of another child means the addition of another life, personality, and a shake up in the family order. But, that is really another post entirely. What I want to write about is the one thing I have found in common following the birth of each of my children.</div>
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It is the little known or talked about period following birth. It is that time of adjustment that seems to linger on, and on, and on... following any addition to a family. </div>
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I remember well preceding the birth of my oldest Colton, that I figured that 6 weeks would be more than enough time to adjust and get in the swing of things....However, twelve weeks later I finally returned to work....part-time. I realize I was blessed to have very flexible employers and a husband who was very supportive. (I know this is not always possible.) </div>
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But, still in that time I realized just how much pressure our culture puts on us woman to always have it "all together". Celebrities have their pre-baby bodies back just days or weeks after birth. there is a huge cultural push to get back to work as soon as possible. Even within our own circles there is a bit of competition it seems to get back on track before anyone else. </div>
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So, imagine my surprise when Colton was six weeks old, I had no desire to leave my baby with anyone (even his beloved Grandparents.) And at twelve weeks I was still reluctant, and at six months I was setting my sights on leaving the business world entirely. </div>
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And on the sidelines I had one more even bigger surprise, the fact that I was having some serious trouble just finding a morning routine that worked. It seemed I needed two additional hours to get myself and baby out the door...for any reason. </div>
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Then 3 1/2 years later when we had our second child, Alex. I needed to add one additional hour to get our family ready and out the door. And that I rarely got out of my pj's, and cooking dinner....lets just say, the crock pot became my best friend. </div>
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And so here I am with my precious new baby girl, and contrary to the logic that with more children finding a routine or rhythm would get easier, I am exactly where I was after I had my first two children. In my pj's, sleepily moving from one feeding to the next, one diaper change to the next, find one lost toy, and rocking a little bundle, and feeding a toddler, and changing a diaper. Then before I know it, it is 1pm and we are finally ready to go for our morning walk. Which we quickly squeeze in just before nap time. Or maybe we skip nap time because our walk got started later and took longer than we thought it would and now its time to start dinner. Yes, the boys are watching a movie. I still may or may not have gotten that elusive shower, and dinner may or may not be pancakes, or PB&J.</div>
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But there is hope. This season does not last forever, I remind myself that we have not truly lost our routine or rhythm, it is just adjusting. It takes time, and for this moment I am reminded how precious these mellow days are. They are fleeting, we will soon be running a full tilt again. This precious babe will be on the move sooner than later. And it seems that somewhere around six months I will feel human again. </div>
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This was our first hike in the neighborhood behind my parents house.<br />
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I hope you enjoyed our hike and a little tour of our town.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-70189799746321283032012-08-28T10:20:00.000-07:002012-08-28T10:21:38.375-07:00The Birth Story of Adelina Marie As my contractions began I thought it would be fun to try and keep a record or diary of the progress, little did I know it would actually be days before I could announce the birth of our daughter.<br />
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August 16, 2012 @ 8:30a.m.<br />
I began noticing a pattern of contractions on August 15th at 3am. They were mild but consistently 10 minutes apart. Baby was moving well so I decided to just play it cool and wait. At 5am They were the same, but I decided to call Kyle at work anyway. Just in case he wanted to come home and get some rest. I pretty much just tried to rest most of the morning until my Midwife appointment at 11:30. Sure enough they stayed regular. Turns out I was dilated 2-3cm and very soft. She suggested that I go home and rest until labor really got going. At around 3:30, my contractions had begun to shorten to 5-6 minutes apart, where fairly intense. We decided that it would probably be best to head to the hospital. Sure enough, no sooner do we get on the road but my contractions slow to a good 10 minutes apart, still pretty consistent though. We shook our heads and laughed as we realized we probably jumped the gun again (we went too early when <a href="http://gleasonsgowest.blogspot.com/2010/04/birth-of-alex-moses.html" target="_blank">Alex</a> was born too.) But, we continued our trip to the hospital for monitoring. Sure enough nothing had changed, and nothing did change for the 3 1/2 hours we were there. When I walked the contractions got closer together. But, still no real progress. So, we decided to head home. I ate dinner and slept pretty well. most of the night. Only to awakened for contractions every 1/2 hour to an hour. In the morning my contractions resumed their previous pace of roughly 10 minutes apart. They are quite uncomfortable. But, I had to guess they were still preliminary (non-progressive) contractions. <br />
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August 16, 2012 @ 10:30pm<br />
Long miserable day of contractions. closest they ever got consistently was 6-7 minutes (well...sometimes 4minutes if I was up and around.) They did kick up the intensity though. Very hard contractions and they lasted often more than a minute. I did get some relief from the tub. But, still not really making any progress. Now that it is evening, I am tired, emotionally drained and rather cranky. Baby on the other hand is resting peacefully and my contractions have slowed dramatically. I don't know if I should be frustrated or thankful. I'm leaning toward frustrated. But, trying to be patient. Tried to call my midwife, they wouldn't let me talk to her, just suggested I come in to be checked. ....pondering what to do.<br />
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August 17, 2012 4:03am<br />
Well, my ultra sound due date is today. Do I dare hope little miss will be born today? I was able to get a few hours of sleep. Now since 3am I have been having VERY strong contractions about every 10 minutes. More bloody show as well, though it is probably a result of them checking me and not really a sign. I am very thankful at the moment for my lovely friends/family who have been so encouraging and supportive (in person and on face book.) I'm finding it quite a bit harder to keep my sense of humor about the whole situation. and even though I have two lovely natural births under my belt. I can't help but ponder interventions. I of course don't really want any. But, in the midst of the power of contractions I find I am having a harder and harder time controlling my emotions and not getting overwhelmed. Praying helps some. I sure hope my application of Phillipians 4:13 is not too far out of context. But, I will admit that I have to be careful because in the midst of trying to hold it together, I am dangerously close to losing it as well.<br />
We went for a walk tonight to see if anything would get going. My contractions have all but stopped completely. I guess I'll try and get some sleep.<br />
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Wow, I cannot believe the intensity of my contractions. I am having a very hard time believing that these are still non-progressing contractions. Still about 7-10 minutes apart, but they feel every bit like active labor contractions. If it were not for the interval in-between, I would think this baby were on her way. I may go ahead and head in to be checked. I am so worn out from the intensity of this "pre-labor" (and I use the term loosely.)<br />
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<b><i>The Rest of the Story:</i></b><br />
The morning of August 17th we decided to head into the hospital. At this point I had been experiencing "Pre-labor" contractions for more than 48 hours. These contractions were nothing like the braxton hicks contractions I had previously experienced during the past several weeks. Instead, they were annoying, moving on to uncomfortable, to down right painful. But, I was so confused because despite their strength, they were just not getting closer in time intervals though they were definitely gaining in length and intensity.<br />
I was trying to maintain my perspective but after so long I was really starting to wonder if this baby would ever be born, and if these were just pre-labor contractions I was seriously starting to doubt my ability to cope long term until I did actually go into labor. I felt so discouraged by my last trip to the hospital and being told these contractions were not the kind to aid in dilation. I doubted my ability to know when I was in labor. I really wanted a doula, my midwife, somebody to help me know when it was time. Kyle though very helpful in coping with the contractions and encouraging me through them was really just as lost as I about when to know when it was time.<br />
It was about 5:30am when I called the hospital and told them we were coming in, I just wanted them to check me and I hoped that <strike>some</strike> ANY progress had been made. I was miserable.<br />
Even though it had stormed and rained all the day before, the sky that morning was endlessly clear with an abundance of diamond stars. The pre-dawn light as we neared town reminded me much of the day that Alex was born, though I hoped I didn't have so many hours ahead of me.<br />
I was surprised and pleased as we drove that my contractions did not space out, in fact they maintained their intensity and were even a little closer together.<br />
When we reached the hospital, we walked to the elevators and arrived at the labor and delivery wing. The nurses greeted us cheerfully. I remember feeling exhausted and slightly annoyed at their positive attitudes. They escorted us into the small exam room. I told the nurse that if I had not made any progress from 3cm and thick I was going to cry and she should be gentle in breaking the news to me. As she hooked me up to the monitors and checked me she asked a few clarifying questions about my <a href="http://gleasonsgowest.blogspot.com/2012/08/my-birth-plan.html" target="_blank">birth plan</a>. I was a little surprised, it seemed she had read it and really knew it.<br />
"So, do you want the good news or the bad news?" the nursed asked. I told her just be gentle with both. The good news was I was now 6cm dilated. The bad news was my cervix was still pretty thick, and my contractions were about 7-8 minutes apart, and I seemed to be coping pretty well so, she was hesitant to say I was in "Active" labor. (I admit I almost smacked her right then, she obviously was not understanding how bad my contractions were hurting.)<br />
She did say they were going to admit me anyway, and see how things went for a couple of hours. I was thrilled to know I had made some progress and even more thrilled that the next person I saw was my Midwife Trinie. Oh, how I adore that woman. We talked about my labor thus far, and laughed a bit about how long little miss was taking. She observed me through a couple contractions, encouraged me on my ability to control my breathing. We agreed some tub time might be just what I needed to relax my exhausted body and allow labor to progress.<br />
An adorable young nurse came in, and verified some of my preference from my <a href="http://gleasonsgowest.blogspot.com/2012/08/my-birth-plan.html" target="_blank">birth plan.</a> (again I was surprised and pleased that she knew it so well.) She asked about the saline lock. I said yes they could try, but as she was looking for a suitable vein, I chickened out. My contractions were getting more and more difficult to cope with. I asked if we could skip the lock and they said no problem. If they needed it they would be able to get it in just fine at that time. What a relief to not be bothered with more pain at that moment.<br />
As I sank into the tub, I felt my mind let go of time and reality. I remember thinking, they are all crazy if they think I am not in active labor. I rolled and swayed in the water, with each contraction I called for Kyle. He held my hand encouraged me to breath and relax. I was passing from consciousness during a contraction to a near sleep like state between them. They said the contractions were 5-6 minutes apart, but I felt I had no rest between them. A nurse came in periodically to listen to the baby with the dopler. She was doing fine. I let go of fear.<br />
I don't know how long I was in the tub. but I needed out very suddenly, mostly because I needed to pee, but also, I knew time was coming close and I needed to move to help her come down.<br />
My midwife came in and gave Kyle some tips and encouragement on how to help me. But I must say he was already doing everything almost before the midwife or I could say anything. He read me well and was my perfect support. I was now laboring on the toilet, and also hang from Kyle's shoulders. I was tired. Trinie suggested I try sitting on the ball, but it was too much pressure. I went back to the toilet, and hung from Kyle during the worst of it. I was worried I would hurt his back, but he said he was fine, so I continued to hang.<br />
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At 8:00am my midwife was due to go off shift I was sad to see her go, but she assured me the new midwife knew my birth plan, and would be a great support to us.<br />
I remember I couldn't meet the other midwife right away because another woman was nearing transition and needed a lot of support. I kind of resented that woman, but reality was we did have this under control.<br />
For a while I returned to full consciousness. I remember my contractions were easier to deal with, my energy returned. I was extremely hungry, but I did not dare to eat, for i knew it would not stay. I remembered that for me this means I am near transition. That I am almost done, though I did not let myself take full hold of that thought because of my earlier disappointments.<br />
At this point my contractions were definitely coming at closer intervals. I asked the nurse to check me. She said I was only 7cm. but could easily be stretched to 9cm. She thought it wouldn't be long now. She went to get the midwife. The moment Christina introduced herself, I knew I was in good hands, she was such a calming spirit. They also asked if a ER resident could observe the birth. I said she could. I don't remember her presence until afterward.<br />
As the contractions increased in frequency, I labored on the toilet, but that was getting too uncomfortable, I hung from Kyle's shoulders. I moved to the bed propping myself up on pillows in more of a hands and knees position. Kyle applied counter pressure to my back. The warmth and pressure of his hands felt glorious. I felt a sudden surge of the baby coming down along my tail bone. The nurse quickly checked me and announced I was complete! My first thought was, "Finally! Now lets get her out of me." My body stalled for a few contractions. I changed positions, I squatted, I hung, but nothing. I asked Christina, if there was anything we could do to bring her faster. She suggested we break my water. I said to do it. It was a painless procedure. and I chose not to worry about the intervention. As soon as my water broke I felt baby move and my body begin to push but I just couldn't get into a position that was making me happy. I squatted, I hung, I tried hands and knees, I tried sitting. Christina, looked at me and said, "Your not happy. What can we do?" Instantly I knew I wanted to birth in a chair/semi-squatting position. They raised the back of the bed, and dropped the foot portion away, my feet rested on the lowered portion. Kyle supported one arm an nurse the other. And baby began to come. With each contraction my body pushed her down more. I think I pushed three times and her head was out everyone said to look, but I couldn't not yet. One more push and she was here. I heard her cry and opened my eyes, there she was! She was beautiful and pinkish-purple, covered in white vernix and screaming. They put her on my belly, as her cord was very short. She quieted and we all observed her perfect fingers and toes. She looked like both Colton and Alex in so many ways and yet her features were already more refined and feminine.<br />
We waited for the cord to stop pulsating and I cut the cord. Soon she was searching for my breast. She latched on right away. She nursed well. I delivered the placenta. I had no bleeding and a very slight tear, but nothing that would even need a stitch. I was so relieved to be able to avoid medication to contract my uterus afterward. My cramps were bad enough already, without something to augment them.<br />
After a time, Kyle took her, he had to meet his daughter and I watched as I have before, as he fell in love with his new child. He soon returned her and she nursed some more. Kyle called everyone to let them know she was here. I finally surrendered her to get cleaned up and weighed.<br />
She was 7lbs. 9oz. and 19 3/4in long. As the nurse took care of her, I slipped into a warm bath.<br />
Soon the boys came in and greeted me with flowers and from the tub I heard Colton announce her name for the first time to grandpas and grandmas, Adelina Marie Gleason.<br />
Adelina was born at 10:05am after 53 hours of labor. I love that I had such great support from family and friends, and also from the nursing staff at Borgess. The midwives were fantastic as well. I appreciated them taking so much care to understand what was really important to me in my birth experience. I knew we all had a common goal to bring Adelina into this world in the most gentle and safest way possible. I believe we achieved that goal. I am so grateful.<br />
And despite the long labor my recovery has been quick. I feel mostly normal. We left the hospital the next day. Adelina is doing wonderfully. She hardly lost any weight, and even gained 3oz above her birth weight in the first week. She is a pro nurser. And so far she is a sweet mellow baby. Her brothers are absolutely infatuated with her, holding and helping every chance they get. We are so happy to have added this sweet babe to our family and look forward to getting to know her as she grows. We are truly blessed. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-91060634869483214032012-08-28T09:42:00.000-07:002012-08-28T09:42:29.171-07:00My Birth Plan<br />
<b>Gleason Family Birth Plan </b><br />
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Dear Borgess Midwives, Physicians and staff,<br />
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<b><i><u>About Us:</u></i></b><br />
My name is Rita Marie Gleason , I am pregnant with our third child. Our family, who includes my husband Kyle Gleason and our sons Colton (age 5) and Alex (age 2) are very excited about this birth, especially since if follows the sorrow of a miscarriage last year. This birth also marks the joy of welcoming our first daughter to our family.<br />
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<b><i><u>Goals and Concerns: </u></i></b><br />
We believe Birth is a normal natural life event. We want to work with the staff at Borgess to achieve the best outcome for the health and benefit of our child. We are flexible, however my greatest concern and fear is to have any ²routine² interventions that will lead down the path of a totally unnecessary and medically driven birth experience. In the past I have delivered two very healthy babies naturally without pain medication. Both of these births were natural vaginal deliveries. My oldest child was born weighing 9lbs 3 oz. and our second child was born weighing 7lbs 12 oz.<br />
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<b><i><u>Plan for a Normal Birth</u></i></b><br />
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<i><b>First Stage of Labor:</b></i><br />
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<ul>
<li>During early labor I would love for my family and children to be as involved as they wish, however, once I progress to active labor I would prefer to only have the my husband Kyle who is my primary support person and my Mother Connie Grigsby present for the duration of my labor and delivery.</li>
<li>During labor I would like the option to change positions, stand and/or walk around, If available I would like access to aids such as a birth ball, and tub.</li>
<li>Please, please, I would really like to keep the number of vaginal exams to a minimum, perhaps at my request or only if needed for a clinical decision. </li>
<li>Monitoring: I realize there may be standard protocol regarding fetal monitoring, I would prefer intermittent monitoring with a dopler or intermittent external fetal monitoring</li>
<li>I would like the option to eat and drink. If eating is not permitted, I would at least like to have access to water, ice chips, or juice.</li>
<li>If possible I would like to AVOID any IV fluids. I will allow two attempts at a Saline/heparin lock (for emergency purposes.)</li>
</ul>
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<b><i>Second Stage of Labor:</i></b><br />
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<ul>
<li>I would really like to have the freedom to choose positions for labor and pushing, however, I am open to suggestions from my caregiver and staff. I prefer gravity-enhancing positions.</li>
<li>During expulsion, I would like the opportunity to allow my body to spontaneously bear down and push the baby out. (this method as worked for me in the past.)</li>
<li>I may or may not wish to be covered during delivery. Please ask me before draping anything around or over my body. </li>
<li>During pushing and if available I would like access to a choice of birthing stool, squatting bar, floor or bed.</li>
<li>I do not want an episiotomy. </li>
<li>I would like my caregiver to take measures to maintain an intact perineum, such as use of a warm compress or other measures that may be helpful.</li>
</ul>
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<b><i>Third Stage of Labor and first hours after birth:</i></b><br />
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<ul>
<li>I would like my baby placed on my chest immediately for skin to skin contact and bonding. I would like her to remain there for observation and Apgar scoring. </li>
<li>I would like to wait until the cord stops pulsating before clamping or cutting.</li>
<li>I would like the opportunity to cut the cord.</li>
<li>--continued on other side</li>
<li>I would like to AVOID routine medication to contract the uterus unless absolutely necessary. (I have not had issues with bleeding in the past and did not receive any medication following my second child’s delivery.) I would prefer to use breast feeding and/or fundal massage instead. </li>
<li>I would like no visitors until I give consent and then if possible I would like my children to be present first.</li>
<li>I plan to breastfeed. And therefore would like to avoid any formula or other supplementation be given to my baby</li>
<li>I would like my baby to room in with me.</li>
<li>I am o.k. with my baby receiving a vitamin K injection and antibiotic ointment on the eyes if needed. I DO NOT wish to have my child receive any other vaccinations on her day of birth unless medically necessary.</li>
</ul>
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<b><i>Unexpected Labor Events: </i></b><br />
My only request regarding unexpected labor events is that my husband Kyle Gleason and I be informed of all risk/benefits and be party to any decisions being made for the health and benefit of our child.<br />
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Thank you for taking a moment to consider our plan for a normal vaginal delivery.<br />
Sincerely,<br />
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<br />
Rita Gleason and family.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-33290940466296260622012-08-08T07:46:00.000-07:002012-08-08T07:46:11.567-07:00Pregnancy Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cxfglc8YwpQFNhVYZ3ih8s88tbsjrpqejGnGxUg5bXhXJWLvXSHdoSujGwc1apjr2Jans8_G2ni__YCHlP6WIm2NKMxLB-0UcL7rreUmFlV8PrgG3d5d8ghZgVlaE1Y9dO_8VnGOwmY/s1600/373813_10151160911094739_363695352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cxfglc8YwpQFNhVYZ3ih8s88tbsjrpqejGnGxUg5bXhXJWLvXSHdoSujGwc1apjr2Jans8_G2ni__YCHlP6WIm2NKMxLB-0UcL7rreUmFlV8PrgG3d5d8ghZgVlaE1Y9dO_8VnGOwmY/s320/373813_10151160911094739_363695352_n.jpg" width="240" /></a>Well, I've made it to 38 weeks and well... let just say I'm ready. Except, I'm not really ready. We have so much I would like to see accomplished before baby girl arrives. *sigh* But, all in good time.<br />
Some of those things you would think include preparing a nursery, or even just a house to live in. But, really I have come to terms (mostly) that this is not my reality. And it's o.k.<br />
So, what do I still want to see accomplished? Well, there is the mountain of laundry that needs tackling, and a bag packed for the hospital etc... the normal stuff.<br />
I did finally write and turn in my birth plan to our midwife. So, that feels pretty good. Surprisingly this is the first one I have ever really written. It was kind of fun. With Colton I did one of those sample-check-the box birth plans (it was like 7 pages long) my Doctor promptly dismissed it. With Alex, my midwife and I just talked things over, and we kind of went from there.<br />
This time its all on paper, signed by my midwife and sent to Labor and Delivery so it will be right in my file for the staff. I'm curious what sort of impact (if any) it will have on my birthing experience. I did try to keep it short and include only the most important preferences.<br />
Now if only I can get that bag packed :o)<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-43132953858044741062012-08-06T12:47:00.000-07:002012-08-06T12:47:45.943-07:00Home Sweet.....Camper?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, we have been back in Michigan for about two weeks now. And I must say it feels pretty good. Familiar faces and places are always comforting. We are currently snuggled in a 28ft camper loaned to us by Kyle's Uncle Dale and Aunt Sandy, and are parked in my Father and Mother In-law's back yard. This arrangement is really is working out quite well. The camper has air-conditioning, running water, and a functional bathroom. We are doing this all in the name of saving money until Kyle's new job starts (and it looks like it will around the end of the month.) Of course this means that in the mean time, I had better get used to the idea of having a baby while living here.<br />
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I do think it will be a bit of a challenge in the early days of new baby, but I keep reminding myself it is doable. After all these are pretty cushy accommodations compared to what Mary had when Jesus was born. I do have a bed, running water and a bathroom for goodness sake. I also got another reminder that really it is quite fitting I have at least one child while living in a travel trailer, because, after all the first months of my life were spent in a similar fashion. Yep, for those of you who don't know my parents worked in the oil fields back in the day and lived in a converted school bus. And thusly that is where I also lived off and on for about the first six month's of my life. So, yes, if my mother could do it, I surely should be able to as well. I really should stress however that we do very little "living" in these close quarters. We use it mostly for sleeping. One of the benefits of being in my in-laws back yard is that their house is a mere 30 feet from ours and open to us all day. Mostly, we just sleep here and eat breakfast, than as fast as they can the boys beat feet to Manna and Papa's.<br />
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This brings me to another benefit of staying here, we have lots of help and support. For the first time in 2 1/2 monthes, I have been able to sit and relax. The boys can play outside without worry of some posinous snake, or spider lurking about. Also, thanks to my Mother-in-laws baby sitting business, the boys have actual children to play with. (I don't remember if I mentioned that down in Georgia we had zero success making friends.) Anyway, the boys have been having a tremendous time getting re-aquainted with their cousins and friends Monday - Wednesday. This of course gives me even more free time, though it does feel a bit bitter-sweet.<br />
Soon enough life will change again and we will be able move into our own place and space. But for today I am grateful to be home.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-90529715385010134892012-07-26T04:01:00.000-07:002012-07-26T04:01:36.244-07:00Last DaysWe are now safely deposited back in Michigan. The trip was neither too fun, nor was it horrible. We are now making some new adjustments, however, before we dive into what our future may hold and what our present looks like I wanted to share a few pictures from our last days in Georgia.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kyle's last time moving cows<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Goodbye dear friends Wayne & Therese<br /> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">Let the trailer loading begin (and yes everything fit in a 3 horse slant w/walk-in tack. Thanks to Heather. </span></td></tr>
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Goodbye Georgia. It's been fun. Mostly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-72050903867134669682012-07-17T19:52:00.000-07:002012-07-17T20:11:51.986-07:00That's LifeEveryone knows sometimes things just don't go the way you plan it...ever. But, that's life.<br />
The question I keep facing is, why? <a href="http://gleasonsgowest.blogspot.com/2012/05/jesus-is-in-my-boat.html" target="_blank">I've talked about this before.</a> And yet here I sit again wondering, WHY?<br />
Why did we come here? Why has this move been so hard? Why are we already leaving? Why can't we just settle into something and be content? The list goes on, but you get the idea.<br />
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Asking "why" seems to be a common theme in my life. I by nature am an analyzer, and by that I mean I truly want to understand where I've been, where I am, so I can wisely go where God wants me to go. I still don't know if I can totally grasp the enormity of this continuous life lesson. But, I decided (more for me than anything) I want to take a moment and jot down what I have learned thus far... This time.<br />
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#1 Why? Because we choose the path we take. This probably a given understanding for most people, but it is a relativity new concept I am coming to grips with. The fact of the matter is whether you follow Christ or not, we all have been given free will. And part of that free will (be it a blessing or a curse) is that we always have a choice. Now bear with me (and feel free to correct me) but, as I walk out my faith, and my life I have come to a rather startling realization. When I come to a fork in the road of life, sometimes the left fork is the right path, and then again the path to the right is o.k. too. **Now, please note I am talking about strictly literal life choices. Not choices that affect my spiritual path. For me, that path is found only in Christ and laid out clearly and carefully in scripture.**<br />
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What I mean is, look at our situation. We faced a choice before coming down here. Do we take a regular job in Michigan that will provide for our needs? Or, do we try Ranching again and take a job that will provide for our needs? Of course there was a bit more to it than than that, a whole host of pro's and con's was made and prayed over. We relied heavily on Gods guidance in the matter, but ultimately it was still our decision, one which I believe God blessed. But, I don't know if I think anymore that he would of <i>not</i> blessed us if we had chosen to stay in Michigan. Because, we did have options there too.<br />
So, what I'm getting at (and this is where my theology gets iffy) What if God, who loves us so much, and we have the privilege of being his children, really isn't all that concerned about where we live or what we choose to do for a career, so long as we are still walking and growing in faith and love and light?<br />
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I mean, if you consider your relationship with your children, I know at least in my case that I don't care what my kids want to be when they grow up. Colton can be a paleontologist, bull rider, farmer, cowboy, janitor/super hero (yes that is his real list at the moment.) No, my greatest concern and hope is that he love God and that his life shines the light of Jesus' love wherever he goes.<br />
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So, in the grand scheme of things, and in answer to the many "why's", yes, I believe our decision to move to Georgia was within Gods will and was blessed by him. But, I also believe our choice to move back to Michigan (and so soon) is also within Gods will and blessing not because God really wants us to be gypsies, but because he loves us and wants to work in our lives and can do that no matter where we choose to live.<br />
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Which brings me to #2: No matter what choice we make <span style="background-color: white;">or circumstance we face</span><span style="background-color: white;"> in life God can use it.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Romans 8:28<br />And we know that in all things God works for the good </span><sup class="crossreference" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28145BD" title="See cross-reference BD">BD</a>)"></sup><span style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">of those who love him, who</span><span style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> have been called </span><sup class="crossreference" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28145BE" title="See cross-reference BE">BE</a>)"></sup><span style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">according to his purpose.</span></i>
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Even if it is our choice (by virtue of free will) God can and will use it, be it to teach us more about his nature or spiritual plan for our life or perhaps to touch the life of another.<br />
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There was more, but I forget at the moment, So, I'll just chew on this for a while.<br />
Thanks for listening, and if anyone has any insights I would love to discuss them.<br />
God bless and good night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-49918790634530807652012-07-15T11:44:00.002-07:002012-07-15T11:44:39.527-07:00ChangesWell, its official. We are moving again, and yes I know what your thinking, <i>Already</i>?<br />
As it turns out this place just isn't working for us. There are a plethora of reasons, though none in need of real discussion here.<br />
What I can say, is we do not regret coming down here. We have learned a lot. Mostly personally. God is working on us more and more each day. <br />
So, where to next? You guessed it, back to good old Michigan. For what? Well, Kyle has a job on the table up there, the catch is they will not be ready for him right away, but we need to move before baby comes.<br />
So, things that we could use some prayer on...<br />
Safe travels,<br />
A house (we sold ours)<br />
Possibly temporary work until the job Kyle is after is ready.<br />
We'll keep you posted, thanks in advance for your prayers and we'll see a lot of you soon :o)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-51027896701048615952012-07-07T07:23:00.001-07:002012-07-07T07:23:13.890-07:00Farmers Market SeasonI really have been meaning to write this week. I really have. But, now that I am in the 34th week of my pregnancy, I find I'm ....well, exhausted.<br />
Most days, I feel my greatest accomplishment is a load of laundry and a walk. I've actually had to give up our long morning walks to Gold Mine Mountain (3miles round trip) and even our walks to the ranch (1 3/4 miles round trip) in favor of a much shorter and less hilly hike to the gate at the cemetery pasture (about 1 mile round trip.) The longer walks get too hot too quickly and I am pretty much reduced to a puddle the rest of the day. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Not to mention I tend to get and insane amount of (far too frequent) braxton hicks contractions.</span></i><br />
Though, even the trek to the cemetery pasture has been taken away for a week or two as the guys have been weed spraying out there. So, I guess we shall be getting some of my long neglected house work done instead. I suppose you can't play all the time.<br />
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Among other things we have just been following our normal routine. One of our more fun days is Friday, also known as town day/farmers market day. Forsyth has a darling farmers market. I have come to adore the vendors there. Its slightly different from our local Farmers market in Allegan. One of those differences being the cheerful sellers calling out what they have. Example: One might call out as you walk past; <i>"Peaches, peaches, three dolla a basket, get your cucumbers two dolla a basket, fresh okra. Ma'am you look like you need some green tomaters?" </i>and all of it in a beautiful southern drawl. I know its not the same in print, so feel free to use your imagination.<br />
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One of our favorites is the watermelon man. He has a beautiful assortment of watermelon with sweet fleshes ranging in pale yellow and honey sweet to deep reds with a juicy sugar flavor. He always welcome my boys, <i>"Hey cowboys, you look like you need some water melon."</i> And offers up a sample out of his cooler. Of course we never turn him down. After all it is 90+ degrees out. Our final stop is at the snow cone tent, where the boys each get a snow cone for the ride home.<br />
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Yesterday at the market we happened on a new fruit. Now call me crazy but I have never seen a real live fig let alone tasted one. But there they were, small delicate green/purple fruit, looking more like an onion to me than a fruit. Therese was very excited as these are some of her favorites. We bought a quart of the ripest ones and sure enough they they are amazing, scented of flowers and sweet delicate flavor almost like honey. Colton loved them, and even Kyle said he would eat them again, Alex is on the fence about them but, I think he'll come around in time.<br />
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Other than that things have been pretty quiet. We didn't really do anything for the 4th of July. With burn and fireworks bans in effect, not much was going on anyway. We did get a surprise thunder storm and the lightning display was fantastic.<br />
I sure hope everyone is able to get some relief from the heat, or cold (depending on where you are.) If there is one thing I have come to realize its that in July the weather is never ideal.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-47218764770422235742012-06-29T04:00:00.000-07:002012-06-29T04:00:05.920-07:00This Moment: The cowboys<em style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;">{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - capturing a moment. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.</em><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"> </span>
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Our weekend was very intense but good. The boss had company. So, they spent a lot of time riding and roping in addition to regular duties. It was nice that it was only in the high eighties.<br />Sorry no pics of the fun, the boys and I were busy in the house helping prepare lunches and dinner. It was wonderful to visit with the couple that came, a fresh face is always welcome around here as going out and meeting new people is proving more difficult than thought.<br />
When we were not helping up at the main house, the boys and I did take a moment to cool off. We splashed, and I admired my automatic lawn mowers. (there is no reason to mow when A: you have 21 young heifers on hand, and B: grass is getting so scarce, one need not waste it on manicuring a lawn when said heifers could be eating it.)<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Monday morning everyone was back at it Cows needed to be moved to a new pasture, and we happened to stumble on Kyle, Wayne and guest Abbey doing the work on our morning walk.</span><br />
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Tuesday, we went for our normal walk, of course we saw a snake, though this time it was a large but harmless Black Rat Snake. Colton was thrilled.<br />
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We also stopped at the drinker and checked the progress of the tadpoles. Colton was very excited when Ms. Therace found one very near to completing its transformation into a frog.<br />
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At home Therace and I spent the better part of the afternoon canning tomatoes. 1/2 bushel done, gave us 22 pints. I still need to do another 1/2 bushel of tomatoes and if I can find Romas, I will do a 1/2 bushel of tomato sauce. Apparently the good peaches are ready, (which I cannot even imagine, as the ones we have been eating are so heavenly.) So, hopefully I will get some of those put up as well. <br />What a good feeling to think I will get the bulk of the hard preserving done before baby arrives. I am also ever grateful for Therace's willingness to help. Many hand really do make for light work.<br />
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Well, I think that catches us up. I hope everyone is able to stay cool as the mercury rises, not only here, but from the sounds of things most everywhere we have been or where loved ones are. Summer is truly upon us. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-7261375314453129872012-06-23T12:59:00.001-07:002012-06-24T06:56:54.003-07:00Best EVER! Peach Pie RecipeI'm going to share a secret with you all. It is a secret I have harbored since I was in high school when I worked part-time as a house keeper/companion for a dear old lady named Agnes. I learned a lot working for Agnes things like sweeping carpets (I had always called it vacuuming), what a davenport was etc... but my most favorite thing to do with her was bake. And she kindly shared her many wonderful recipes with me, some in written form, and some I had inscribe somewhere in my scattered brain only to resurface much later at random but very appropriate moments. This peach pie recipe is no exception. I remembered all of the albeit simple but forgotten ingredients, just as a case of the most delicious, sweet, tender peaches you ever tasted were dropped off at the ranch earlier this week. I guess they don't call Georgia the peach state for nothin'.<br />
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So here it is the easiest FRESH NO BAKE PEACH PIE recipe.<br />
<i>(Oh, and even my husband who does not care for fruit pies likes this one.) </i><br />
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<b style="background-color: white;">One pre-made pie crust - regular, gram cracker, short bread - there all good</b><br />
<b style="background-color: white;">1 cup Sugar</b><br />
<b>3 heaping Table Spoons Corn Starch</b><br />
<b>1 3oz package peach jello </b><i>(I know, I know this is a no, no ingredient, but we're indulging here)</i><br />
<b>1 Cup Water</b><br />
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<b>3-4 cups peeled and sliced peaches</b><br />
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In a heavy bottomed sauce pan mix sugar, corn starch and Peach Jello. Add Water. Cook on med/high heat stirring constantly. Cook mixture until it comes to a low boil. Continue cooking, until mixture forms a <b>very thick bubbling gel. </b>Remove from heat and cool 20 minutes.<br />
Meanwhile, peel and slice peaches. Fold Peaches into gel mixture. Fill Pie Crust. Chill completely. Serve with whip cream or ice cream.<br />
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Now my question is still: What is he?<br />
He definitely has a pronounced head of the more diamond shape variety. But, in all the research I've done I still can't conclusively say 100% for sure he is or is not a Water Moccasin (a.k.a. Cotton Mouth)<br />
I suppose as snakes go he is rather beautiful, but his scale pattern is unique enough I just can't really say for sure what he is. At this point we err on the side of caution and presume he or I suppose she is a young Water Moccasin.<br />
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So, here is my invitation, feel free to share this post around to any and all snake savvy friends. Perhaps we can get some help in identifying him as friend or foe.<br />
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Oh, and for all the Grandma's out there, I want to ASSURE You we were not this close to him. he was a good 8-10feet down the creek bank. Zoom lenses and creative cropping are what bring him in for this close view. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034855992269201999.post-35312135467929670472012-06-16T20:59:00.000-07:002012-06-16T20:59:35.074-07:00On Fathers DayThis fathers day Kyle and I will be 870 miles from our dads. We love our fathers and are so grateful for the life lessons they taught us and the love and discipline they faithfully applied in their years of raising us.<br />
So, Dad (Ron & Nick) if your reading this, thank you for be our dads. We love you!<br />
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Closer to home, I want to take a moment to honor Kyle the father of my children Colton, Alex.<br />
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Did you know there is a deeper reason as to why we have chosen the ranching lifestyle? We are not doing this because of Kyle's dream of being a "cowboy". We are not doing it for money. We are not even doing it for the adventure of saying we did it. Though those are all factors, the reason we do this, and live this way is for our family. <br />
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It is no secret that when Kyle and I got married we made no plans for a family. Children just were not in the picture. But, God saw the void in our plans and graciously gave us Colton. At the time of Colton's birth I had been working full time and was the primary breadwinner as Kyle built his farrier business. I was heartbroken at the thought of leavingg my baby to go back to work even though we had the best grandmas to care for him. As I neared the end of my maternity leave, one day Kyle got up, got dressed and informed me he was going to go find a job. I was so surprised by this and honestly skeptical that one could just go out and <i>get a job</i>. But, sure enough God provided and Kyle returned that day with a job. Thus releasing me of the pressure to return to work full time.<br />
God knew what he was doing when he gave Kyle that job at a local dairy. It opened our eyes to a lifestyle we thought was dead and gave us the vision for how we wanted to raise our family.<br />
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You see that little part time job at VerHage Dairy and Kyle's business as a professional horse shoer turned out to be so special because it allowed, not only for me to stay home and care for Colton. It made it possible for us to be a much bigger part of Kyle's life. When Kyle worked at the dairy, he was up early every morning to go milk, but was almost always home by 10am, which let him spend some time with Colton before heading off to shoeing appointments. The schedule of a horseshoer varies greatly, but because of this and the flexibility we could often ride along with him to appointments. Even at the dairy, we were welcome to come watch him work, and we often did if he was working a night shift or doing something special.<br />
Through this experience we realized that we could have a lifestyle that would keep us together and allow our son(s) to receive a very important gift. They could learn not only about being close with their family, but they could also literally watch their father work.<br />
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Today, so many fathers have to leave to go to work, precious time is lost and few children even know or truly understand what it takes for bread to be on their table. While we understand and respect this is often a necessity. We can't help that we were drawn to an older simpler lifestyle, where from early on the children work alongside their parents. We truly feel this is the best way for us to teach our boys work ethic, responsibility, and how to be ...men.<br />
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This desire to impart our values in a very kinesthetic manner led us to further pursue a lifestyle that not only made ends meat, and was something that Kyle enjoyed (after all if you are going to bring in the bacon, why not try to have a little fun too.) but allowed us the flexibility to still be a part of Kyle's work. Ranching seemed to be our next best option. Once again God blessed us with a wonderful job opportunity in Montana. The Hatches fully embraced our family and supported our desire to work closely together. Colton loved beging able to go out irrigating with Kyle, or feeding in the tractor. Even Alex (from a few weeks old) and I got in on the act from time to time.<br />
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And still when we had to move back to Michigan, God faithfully provided jobs that even though the opportunities where much more limited we still got to see Kyle work.<br />
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I don't know how much Colton and Alex are really absorbing through all this but I can tell you this, They know their daddy works, works hard, and they have a pretty good idea what he does.<br />
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Once again we are blessed with a job, that though Kyle works long hard hours we still are able to observe him working and occasionally help him.<br />
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And though Colton has plans to be a paleontologist, super hero, police man, cowboy, bull rider. He will also tell you that he wants to be just like his dad.<br />
And Alex... Well, if dad has a rope, he wants one too. And I can't think of a better person for these boys to look up to.<br />
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So, Kyle if you read this, I just hope you know how much we all love you and appreciate the sacrifices you make and time you spend with us, you are so important to these boys and to me.<br />
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The events of this week have been pretty low key, not too many exciting events to write about...at least for me and the boys. We have just enjoyed our routine of morning walks, house work, a little helping Kyle in the corrals and play time. Oh, and a couple midwife appointments - but, that's another story.<br />
For Kyle on the other hand... Well, he had plenty to do.<br />
The first part of the week was occupied by two days of very welcomed rain. And once the down pour stopped it was time to hit the fields.<br />
This ranch, just like any other has one main concern - having enough grass for the cattle that graze it. However, the distinguishing feature down here is that it means making grass, as opposed to just growing it.<br />
It appears that there will be a fair amount of the summer season spent plowing and seeding or re-seeding pastures. Because of the mild climate, the goal is to NOT have to feed hay. In fact if you do need to feed hay it is likely to be in the summer months because of drought not because of winter weather conditions.<br />
Also, apparently because of the soil conditions (the soil here is a very hard clay.) and because this area is naturally very dense forest. There are very few natural pasture lands.<br />
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So, now that the rain has freed up the clay, Kyle and Wayne have spent most of their working (& waking) hours plowing fields for pasture. Admittedly plowing is not Kyle's favorite job, but the cows need grass, and more urgently than ever since the boss has increased the herd by 40 cows.<br />
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(Kyle and Co-worker Wayne discuss where to go from here.)</div>
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These fields (I don't really know how many acres, but its a lot!) will likely be planted with Bermuda grass which is a perennial grass that tolerates the heat better. Other pastures have been planted with a type of Rye for the chillier winter months. </div>
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Thankfully this last rain & barring a break down, the last portion of plowing should be able to be completed today sometime. Overall this project has been going on for the past month or so, in spurts for as long as the ground stayed wet enough to do it. When it is very dry the clay is too hard for the plow to turn the soil over. Instead it would just cut useless grooves. </div>
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And even though this section of plowing is almost finished, the work is not. Post plowing, then the fields will need to be rolled and finally planted, then lots of prayer for rain, and after the rain...On to the next section, I guess. </div>
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