These things have been on my heart lately. Here are a few of the things that have gone into making me who I am. This blog really is me venting my frustrations that stem from my perception that others may be offended by who I am and what I believe. I want you my reader, my family, my friends to read this entire article before you judge me because my main point is revealed at the end.

About myself:

I am a believer that Jesus Christ is who he says he is.

I am a what some would call charismatic reformed in my doctrine. I believe in the gifts of the spirit and miracles such as the dead rising, healing of the body and driving out of demons still happen upon the earth today. I believe God is awakening the church in America to these things again and many will see miracles in their time.

I am a daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister , an aunt and a grand-daughter.

I am a proud American of Irish, English, Scottish, German, Swiss and Lithuanian descent. My ancestors fought in the American Revolution, the Civil War (most likely on both sides of the war), WW II, the Korean War and Vietnam. I am proud to be related both John Adams (signer of the Declaration of Independence) and John Quincy Adams, the second and sixth presidents of the United States. Some of my relatives immigrated to the United States as late as the end of the second World War. I am proud of their sacrifices in and service to our country. I am thankful there was room in this country for my ancestors and welcome immigrants to our country in a legal way. Knowing that immigration is key to how our nation was formed and I would not be here today without it.

I am a bit odd, I do admit. I believe each person was uniquely made in the image of God. That He loves variety so much that he created each of us individuals and delights in our diversity.

I am a homeschooler. I myself went to Montessori pre-school, public school K-10th grade and homeschooled thereafter. I believe that homeschooling is best for my kids and my family. My vision and version of homeschooling is different for each of my kids and changes. I appreciate the freedoms that allow me to do this and am thankful (as trying as it is financially and on my patience).

I am a birth junkie and a baby addict. My love of babies has always been there, just ask my sisters or my parents. My love and fascination with birth began when I was 7 and I attended my cousins homebirth. I guess I was kind of fascinated with birth even before that, as I often wondered why so many people were surprised to learn I was born at home. I knew from a young age I would be a mother of many and that I longed to one day become what I thought of as a “baby- catcher”. I believe when God creates us, in our mother’s womb we are created with a purpose and my purpose is to be a lover of God, a wife, a mother, a history keeper and a midwife. I have given birth 5 times au natural, 3 times in my own home, once in my friends living room and another in a birth center. As hard work as it is….I would do it again and again and again. I love the reward, the beautiful life you hold in your arms when it is all said and done. The beautiful person you see grow into an amazing unique individual.

I am a heterosexual monogamous woman.

I am a big fan of pets, the more the merrier.

I am a would be homesteader and long to have a piece of land, build my own home and live off the fruits of my own garden and livestock.

I am overweight and am happy to be who I am…..although I wouldn’t mind losing a few pounds.

I am an INFP to understand my mind better read this description of an INFP . I have taken the Myers-Briggs personality test several times over the years and I have never scored another personality type. I think this means I am who I am. Find out your type here.

I am creative. I also believe that because my God is a creative God and that mankind is made in His image, all people are creative to some extent. I don’t believe creativity belongs to the artistically inclined alone. I believe creativity comes in all areas of life.

I am a dreamer. If you catch me staring off into space and ask me what I am thinking and I say “nothing”, I am lying to you. I am always thinking and dreaming about something.

I am a registered Republican but really Libertarian in my political leanings. This is not because I don’t care about the poor or about morality or because I am racist . This is because I believe the founders of our constitution were serious when they wrote the constitution and it is not the governments job to make laws on morality or how much you should give to the poor. I think the government should stay out of our lives, people. Do you really want to trade the freedoms you value for laws just so your neighbor can’t marry the person he loves because it is against your religious beliefs? I don’t. I also think the religious community, private individuals and businesses should be encouraged to give to charities of their own free will and not be demanded to do so by their government. I believe mankind will rise to the challenge of caring for their neighbors without being taxed to death and forced to provide for other peoples medical, retirement and food. I do believe all people have the right to medical care, but making a law requiring them to obtain medical insurance will not provide the medical care they need. In fact, my deductibles and co-pays have already been adjusted to compensate for the new laws. This actually makes it less likely I will be able to afford my medical care. I believe what needs to be done is for us to rise up and demand that healthcare prices be lowered and that insurance companies quit driving the price for services up. Doctors used to be able to accept lower payments for their patients and trades for their services. Now the insurance companies and medicaid set the amount they will pay and the rest of us have to pay for it. I once paid 2200.00 cash for a homebirth and prenatal care. 2 years later I had to pay 2800.00 cash for the same midwife and birth (actually the birth was about 2 hours less time). Why, you ask? Well, Blue Cross Blue Shield dictated the amount they would pay for same services and required the Dr. office to charge private pay the price Blue Cross of Kansas set.

I am Pro-Life. I was not raised this way. I am Pro-Life not just because I am a “Christian or Republican” but because I do not believe that a mother has a right to kill her child just because the child is inconvenient, unexpected or even because the child was conceived in rape or incest . Ask someone who is a product of a rape if they wish they were aborted! I believe life begins at conception. I do not believe someone has the right to kill another human being because they will be responsible to giving birth to that human being. I know this is not a popular belief and that my belief will offend some people, but this is what I believe. This is my belief on choice. Want a choice? Choose birth control. Choose adoption. Choose life. I also do not judge those of us who have made a poor choice. Knowing we all make mistakes, some of us have to live with the regret we have over the choices we make. In other words, “ I have walked a mile in her shoes”. I also believe my God is a forgiving God. “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.” I do believe this also fits into my political thoughts , as in my opinion government should be responsible for protecting a person’s right to life, own property, defend themselves, their ability to express their opinions, and religious freedoms (not freedom from religion but freedom to believe what you want to without restriction).

These things and many more I know about myself. The following are things I know about you and my view of you. They are directly related in order to the things I know about me.

About you:

Whether you are a Christian, Buddhist, Hindu, Muslim, Jew, New Ager, Atheist or Agnostic……..

Whether you are a Baptist, Catholic, Pentecostal, Lutheran or any other denomination of Christian, no matter what your doctrine …….

Whether you are a son, a husband, a father, a brother , an uncle or a grandson…….

Whether you are a Daughter of the American Revolution, a descendant of slaves, recent immigrant, illegal immigrant or resident of another nation. Whatever your nationality, ethnic makeup, racial identity (ugh, I hate that race word! We are all made in His image no matter the color of our skin or the origin of our ancestry)……

Whether you consider yourself a Regular Joe or Jane……….

Whether you homeschool, go to public school, private school, charter school or never go to school…….

Whether you are a parent, give birth in a hut or a hospital, have a natural birth, a C-section or an epidural…….

Whether you are homosexual, bisexual, polygamous, abstaining or sleeping around…….

Whether you like cats or dogs or no pets at all……..

Whether you live in an apartment and eat McDonalds all day every day…….

Whether you are naturally thin, in the middle or full figured like me……..

Whether you are ENFP, ISTJ or an ABCDEFG personality type………

Whether you share my belief on creativity and where it comes from…..

Whether you are a dreamer or not…….

Whether you are a Republican, Libertarian, Democrat, Green Party, Communist, Socialist, Progressive or a Constitutionalist……..

Whether you are Pro-Choice or Pro-Life, made a poor choice or a wise choice……..

No matter what area you and I are different. I respect your right to believe differently than I do. I in fact welcome it. Just because your opinions are different than mine, doesn’t mean I view you as inferior, uneducated or wrong. I view your opinions and beliefs as YOURS and not mine. I am open to discussion on my beliefs. I do not claim to know everything. I know what is my lifestyle and my personality and do not claim there is one way to be and that one way is just like me. I know that God made each of us differently (even if you do not believe He exists). I am hopeful of course that I might “win you over” to my side, but realize that you are unique and your mind works differently than mine. I know that my mind cannot fathom the depth of God’s creation including the human mind.

Please know that if you are in my life. I respect your right to believe as you do. That I do not need to make you like me to value you. But please, please, please…..will you respect my right to believe as I do? Will you allow me to be myself without fear of you judging me? Will you please, please, please not be offended when I share pieces of myself with you via my blog, via my face book, via a one on one conversation?

I respect yours.

Psalm 139:14

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

I believe you and I are fearfully and wonderfully made and that we should respect our differences, without offence.

 

Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God; because many false prophets are gone out into the world. 1 John 4:1

“Negative Signs; or, What are [the] signs by which we are to judge of a work and especially, what are [the] evidences that a work is not from the Spirit of God?

Nothing can be certainly concluded from this, that a work is carried on in a way very unusual and extraordinary; provided the variety or difference be such, as may still be comprehended within the limits of scripture rules. What the church has been used to, is not a rule by which we are to judge; because there may be new and extraordinary works of God, and he has heretofore evidently wrought in an extraordinary manner. He has brought to pass new things, strange works; and has wrought in such a manner as to surprise both men and angels.

And as God has done thus in times past, so we have no reason to think but that he will do so still. The prophecies of Scripture give us reason to think that God has things to accomplish, which have never yet been seen. No deviation from what has hitherto been usual, let it be never so great, is an argument that a work is not from the Spirit of God, if it be no deviation from his prescribed rule. The Holy Spirit is sovereign in his operation; and we know that he uses a great variety; and we cannot tell how great a variety he may use, within the compass of the rules he himself has fixed. We ought not to limit God where he has not limited himself.” -Jonathan Edwards

 

 

 

As many of you know I  made ring slings, wraps and pouch sling baby carriers from 2004-2010. My sister in law and I started doing so because we loved our homemade ring slings and used them constantly. Everywhere we went people were in awe of our carriers. There were not many ring slings on the market in 2003-4 and most people had never seen any baby carrier other than a backpack or Snugli.  We finally started making them when someone basically begged us to in a Walmart. We went straight to the fabric department in Walmart and the rest is M&M Baby Sling history. We sold hundreds of our carriers together in Idaho until the Lord moved us thousands of miles apart. I continued to sell slings here in Alaska until late last year.  My sister in law still baby-wears and makes slings and sells them in Kansas. Me, well…my baby is 8 1/2 years old. He doesn’t really fit in his sling anymore. I loved making baby carriers, gifting them and teaching parents  “The Art of Baby-wearing”. My sister in law and I had the opportunity to teach classes on baby-wearing in Idaho and had a lot of fun encouraging new Mom’s to give attachment parenting and baby-wearing a chance. When I am a midwife, I will continue to be a baby-wearing advocate.

I miss baby-wearing and the chance it gave me to teach, so much that I decided to start up a baby-wearing group and teach classes again. I  am in the process of building up my baby carrier stash (I’m not selling mine anymore, so I don’t want to use them as examples), and have been gathering up different carriers to use in my teaching, to provide mothers with opportunities to decide for themselves which carriers are the most comfortable, most versatile and most “them”. I’ve already received my first two carriers and will be posting photos and a review of each as a thank you to the company’s who sent them to me. If you have a good used name brand carrier you would like to donate to my stash, just message me and I will tell you where you can ship it.  I’ll be posting reviews on each carrier in the order I receive them. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from back in my baby-wearing days and a “Top 10 Reasons to Baby Wear” list. I hope you enjoy.

 

 

1. Wearing a baby is convenient.

When we carry a baby in a sling, we can walk around freely and not have to worry about negotiating steps, crowds or narrow aisles with a stroller. Plastic “baby buckets” and removable car seats are heavy and awkward for parents, babies often look uncomfortable, and they are kept at knee level. A sling can block out excess stimuli when breastfeeding a distractible baby, and it allows for discreet nursing in public places. A sling can also double as a changing pad, blanket, or cushion when away from home. I’ve found my sling especially handy when negotiating busy airports with a small child and several bags!

2. Wearing a baby promotes physical development.

When a baby rides in a sling attached to his mother, he is in tune with the rhythm of her breathing, the sound of her heartbeat, and the movements his mother makes – walking, bending, and reaching. This stimulation helps him to regulate his own physical responses, and exercises his vestibular system, which controls balance. The sling is in essence a “transitional womb” for the new baby, who has not yet learned to control his bodily functions and movements. Research has shown that premature babies who are touched and held gain weight faster and are healthier than babies who are not1. Mechanical swings and other holding devices do not provide these same benefits.

3. Babies worn in slings are happier.

Studies have shown that the more babies are held, the less they cry and fuss2.In indigenous cultures where baby-wearing is the norm, babies often cry for only a few minutes a day – in contrast to Western babies, who often cry for hours each day. Crying is exhausting for both the baby and his parents, and may cause long-term damage as the baby’s developing brain is continually flooded with stress hormones.3 Babies who do not need to spend their energy on crying are calmly observing and actively learning about their environment. Baby-wearing is especially useful for colicky babies, who are far happier being worn, but placid, content babies and children will also benefit greatly from the warmth and security of being held close.

4. Baby-wearing is healthy for you!

It can be challenging for new mothers to find time to exercise, but if you carry your baby around with you most of the day or go for a brisk walk with your baby in her sling, you will enjoy the dual benefits of walking and “weightlifting”. A long walk in the sling is also an excellent way to help a tired but over-stimulated child fall asleep.

5. Toddlers appreciate the security of the sling.

Slings are usually associated with infants, but they can be very useful for toddlers as well; most slings accommodate children up to 35 or 40 pounds. The world can be a scary place for toddlers, who feel more confident when they can retreat to the security of the sling when they need to do so. Toddlers often become over-stimulated, and a ride in the sling helps to soothe and comfort them before (or after!) a “melt-down” occurs. It can be very helpful in places like the zoo, aquarium, or museum, where a small child in a stroller would miss many of the exhibits.

6. Baby-wearing helps you and your baby to communicate with each other.

The more confidence we have in our parenting, the more we can relax and enjoy our children. A large part of feeling confident as a parent is the ability to read our baby’s cues successfully. When we hold our baby close in a sling, we become finely attuned to his gestures and facial expressions. Many baby-wearing parents report that they have never learned to distinguish their baby’s cries – because their babies are able to communicate effectively without crying! Every time a baby is able to let us know that she is hungry, bored or wet without having to cry, her trust in us is increased, her learning is enhanced, and our own confidence is reinforced. This cycle of positive interaction enhances the mutual attachment between parent and child, and makes life more enjoyable for everyone.

7. Slings are a bonding tool for fathers, grandparents, and other caregivers.

Slings are a useful tool for every adult in a baby’s life. It makes me smile when I see a new father going for a walk with his baby in a sling. The baby is becoming used to his voice, heartbeat, movements and facial expressions, and the two are forging a strong attachment of their own. Fathers don’t have the automatic head-start on bonding that comes with gestation, but that doesn’t mean they can’t make up for this once their baby is born. The same goes for babysitters, grandparents and all other caregivers. Cuddling up close in the sling is a wonderful way to get to know the baby in your life, and for the baby to get to know you!

8. Slings are a safe place for a child to be.

Instead of running loose in crowded or dangerous places, a child in a sling is held safe and secure right next to your body. Slings also provide emotional safety when needed, so that children can venture into the world and become independent at their own pace.

9. Slings are economical.

Slings cost far less than strollers, front-carriers or backpacks. Many mothers consider the sling to be one of their most useful and economical possessions. Inexpensive used slings can be found in consignment and thrift stores, and new ones can be bought for about $25 -$50 (U.S.) – not bad for an item many parents use daily for two years or more! A sling can also be sewn for the price of a length of cotton, some rings and batting; sling patterns are available.

10. Baby-wearing is fun.

Who doesn’t love to cuddle a precious little baby? And when your baby is older, having her in the sling makes conversations easier and allows you to observe her reactions to the wonders of the world around her. It’s also fun for baby, because when she is up at eye level, other adults notice and interact with her more. Your child will feel more a part of your life when she is in her sling, and you will find yourself becoming more and more enchanted with this special little person.

 

 

Metamorphosis:

(noun)

1. The process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages.

2.A change of the form of nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I laid there in my comfy bed with my stack of pillows and my warm blankets trying as hard as I could.  I kept dreaming in that half awake, half asleep dreamland that I was blogging about a difficult testimony I have to share.  I’ve been struggling with this throughout the day. I believe with all my heart that God is leading me to share this with you. This may skip around a bit and my hope and prayer is that you can understand the story as I am about to tell, as often I am a better storyteller than writer.

This July I was blessed to attend my first ever High School camp. This camp is called Generation Gatherings and is a ministry of The One Youth Network of which my husband is a part. We were blessed to have Jake Hamilton and his band join us, here in Alaska of all places, for this camp. Jake’s song The Anthem is probably his most well known song. It’s a great song, but he has many great songs. Songs of worship, declaration and prophecy. He speaks with boldness and is not afraid to share what God is telling him, which I really admire. I could go on and on about the things that happened at this camp and the things God revealed to me but I am only supposed to share this story tonight. The second night of camp, Jake preached about the power for freedom of God over sexual sins and the restoration of purity to both our souls and our bodies. I was in intercession for the kids in the back of the room and decided to stand and confess and be restored for sexual sins on behalf of the youth I was interceding for.  The thought occurred to me during this time that I could possibly be restored too. Actually, I heard….from Jake, something to the affect of “those wanting to be pure and gain back their virginity, stand and pray this prayer”. When I heard that I thought, well I can’t claim that for myself. I’m a married woman who has given birth 5 times. I can stand in intercession on behalf of someone else but not for me this time. So I prayed, on their behalves. The freedom in the room that night from the kids freed from sin and guilt was awesome!

Spring forward a few days to the last night of camp. That final night, Jake did something I didn’t expect and turned his focus from the kids to the leaders and pastors in the room. He asked us all to come forward because he had some words for us. I wasn’t sure if he would have anything for me, I couldn’t imagine he would. He came to me, looked me in the eyes and said to me the following things: God is restoring to me my destiny. That it was stolen from me when I was 14 years old and that lots of lies were spoken over me and about me concerning this in the past. That God has restored me and he kept telling me that I knew what he was talking about. God is giving me back my destiny, my purpose in life.  He also said a bunch of other stuff that I look forward to listening to again on CD. But what kept flowing through my mind was 14 years old, stolen destiny, restoration…..what does this mean. It couldn’t mean what I thought it did….right? It does, it does mean what I thought it did the moment he revealed it to me.

Ok, here comes the hard part……..

Go back in time 22 years. I’m a freshman in high school, 14 years old.  Friends invite me to a party. I go. Alcohol is available. Enter older boy, I don’t know well. He’s the brother of a boy I’ve gone to school with all through grade school. He offers me alcohol. I say, why not. I’ve never really drank before. He encourages me to guzzle, in my stupidity I do as he says. Everyone is in the room. It feels safe. Next thing I know, it’s time to leave. I’m too drunk to walk. My friends leave me. They assume that I am safe, with people we’ve always known. Older boy takes me back upstairs. Asks to kiss me. I don’t like him. I actually went to the party because I liked a different boy. I can’t say no, because I am so drunk. Next thing I know I wake up on the stairs with puke down my arm. It is morning. I crawl to the bath room. I call my Mom. I try to explain why I am not where I said I would be.  Other than I am a bad daughter, I cannot explain. I tell her to come and get me. Like a good Mom, she does. I go home. I shower. I sleep all day. I am completely and totally grounded for life. Later in the day my friends big sister calls to ask me why I would sleep with her boyfriend. I am in total confusion. I have no clue what she is talking about. I don’t remember anything. I am crushed. I am a virgin. I was a virgin. This was not my plan. I never said yes. I would never have said yes. I am ruined. I think. Hey, I can go to the hospital and report this. No. You showered. You have no proof. He said/ She said. You would have to confess. You will crush your parents. You can live with it. No one will know. No one ever needs to know. I go to school on Monday. Kids are talking about me behind my back. Friends are no longer my friends. I am grounded from my best friend. I am isolated. I am afraid to speak up. No one will believe, I tell myself. Months go by. I never speak up. I tell only a handful of people my story. Everyone thinks I am all of those names you call girls in high school who sleep around. I cannot speak up. I cannot defend myself. My voice is gone.

Do you know what it feels like to be unable to stick up for yourself when others do things that hurt you? I do. I walked around without a voice for 22 years. This summer when Jake said, God is restoring to you your destiny and your good name. The Lord was telling me. I make ALL things new, even Mom’s who had their innocence stolen from them when they were far too young. As the summer has continued on into fall, I am ever growing in my ability to use the voice that God has restored to me. My voice. I have forgiven as I have been forgiven and I can now accept the calling God has placed on my life without fear.

22 years ago I was the caterpillar who formed a thick chrysalis around myself, to protect myself, to hide myself. That day in July I began to emerge from my chrysalis and today in posting this testimony of my life and power and the new beginning the resurrection of Christ has had in my life. I am finally the butterfly and I am a victim no more.

 

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I am currently reading the book Lying-In A History of Childbirth in America by Richard W,. Wertz and Dorothy C Wertz for my History of Midwifery module. The wealth of knowledge I am obtaining through this study is overwhelming, enrages me and inspires me all at the same time. Basically throughout the 1800′s and 1900′s women have be lead into a model of health care that preyed upon societies belief that they were inferior and not intelligent or trustworthy enough to make their own decisions! This combined with a DVD I watched on Susan B. Anthony and Elisabeth Cady Stanton has stoked a fire in my belly for the injustices forced upon women in the name of religion, society and patriotism. I don’t have the words today for all that I am thinking but I wanted to share this quote from the above mentioned book that I read and highlighted last night while reading.

“Quote from a book I’m reading for my midwifery course. ” S.Weir Mitchell, a prominent nineteenth-century physician to women, described the ideal patient thus: ‘ Wise women choose their doctors and trust them. The wisest ask the fewest questions. The terrible patients are the nervous women with long memories, who question much where answers are difficult. The nervous woman should be made to comprehend at the outset that the physician means to have his way unhampered by the subtle distinctions with which bedridden women are apt to trouble those who most desire to help them.”

Reading this material has made me both enraged and thankful at the same time. Enraged at the mental and physical suffering that women had to endure at the hands of male Dr.’s and the society that supported this horrible lie. Thankful that women and men stood up for women’s rights and continue to do so now. Women we are able to think for ourselves, we don’t need to trust the Dr.’s knowledge of our bodies over their knowledge. Unfortunately in my experience with some medical Dr.’s even today this same mentality is present when dealing with a parents knowledge of what’s happening with their child, and even when dealing with mine or my husbands health.

 

I’ve been thinking about this for months and now I’ve decided to blog my thoughts and opinions rather than post them to facebook. I’m pretty sure there are very few of my facebook friends who care about my midwifery education, my political view points or my theology. I really think that God is doing somethings in me that are causing me to be more vocal and it really does help me in my walk to speak my mind on things I believe in. I don’t want to run the risk of alienating people who are family, friends and acquaintances but I do feel the need for an outlet. Lets face it, facebook should not be my pulpit for every cause and every thought that I have. Not every person I went to grade school, long lost auntie or friend from church really wants to know every detail of my inner personality and my faith as I walk it out. However there are many people who will identify and find encouragement from reading a blog entry of a stranger going through a similar thing. If you want a raw picture of me, go ahead and follow me on my blog. I will respect your opinions if you choose to share them with me on my blog even if they are contrary to mine. It has been spoken about me many times in my life that I “wear my heart on my sleeve” I want to continue to be open and to do that. I think my blog will be a better place for it. If you want to hear what I think and have to say, read my blog. If not, I’ll be sharing photos, videos, prayer requests and cute stories and quotes on facebook in a more limited traditional facebookie sort of way. I will sometimes post a link to a blog update on facebook just to let you know I’ve posted. Feel free to read it or to not. Blessings friends and family!

 

My favorite trees are losing their leaves. You know what that means? Winter is on it’s way people. At the end of every gorgeous summer in Alaska, I have a mini pity party for myself. Its a season of great beauty here, yellows and reds and sage greens and greys of many colors. The weather is cool and refreshing and the skies are usually quite clear. But alas, it signifies the coming cold and the seemingly endless winter. Don’t get me wrong, winter is amazing and we Alaskans have fun times in the winter. It’s the time of sledding, skiing, snow-machining, and more. It’s also a return to the darkness. The darkness is a treat in the beginning. Unless you live in the far north you may not know what it is like to spend an entire summer without stars, and sunsets. The summer sun is amazing, the amount of things you can accomplish in the summer months is astounding. But this leaves you feeling a little tire, and worn out. Maybe that is why the end of summer depression hits me so hard. To much to do, to little time all summer! Run, run, run,go, go, go! Autumn hits and I crash. Looking forward to the end of my pity party and the return of the snow.

 


These mittens are most wonderful mittens I’ve ever used in my life. I think every Alaskan or cold weather loving person ought to have a pair. I bought 5 pairs of them a couple of winters ago at a craft bazaar and have been an addict ever since. If you like to craft it’s pretty easy to make a pair yourself. I’ve made them for all of my family and some friends too! Just head to the thrift store or your closet and find yourself an old 100% wool sweater. Wash and dry on hot to felt the wool and visit this site for several different options on patterns to follow. Super easy, and super warm. You can modify the patterns to fit your children and husband too! If you don’t want to make your own I can make you a pair for just $20. Just let me know you want a pair!

 

Picture this, a 7 year girl, long blond hair, wide blue eyes sitting in the corner of a lamp lit living room, half curious, half bored and full of wonder. Everyone around her is quiet and their attention is not on her, which is quite unusual for her. Instead the focus of everyone in the room is on a hugely pregnant woman on the hide-a-bed, this woman is the little girls favorite Aunt. You see, this is a day the girl has eagerly awaited, months of laying next to her loving Aunt and watched her belly grow, talking to the belly and feeling the baby move. Eventually the boredom the girl feels turns to excitement as several women (strangers to the girl) gather around her Auntie, there is moaning and a new life emerges into the room. Everyone is excited, especially the girl. The year 1981, the girl is me and the birth the inspiration for a lifelong dream of mine to “catch” babies.

(Maggie and cousin Christopher)

I didn’t really understand who the women were, I don’t recall the actual moment of birth. What I do remember is my Auntie working really hard, the excitement to see my baby cousin and my Uncle in the tub with my cousin, Christopher, after the fact. My memory is a beautiful one, one I suppose if you are a parent or Auntie and are considering having children present at your birth, should definitely inspire you to do so. I was born at home myself in 1975 with the assistance of a naturopathic doctor. So I understood that birth does happen at home, in fact I thought it odd that people had such weird reactions to me telling them I was born at home. For some reason though, I thought that only Dr.’s could accompany the birthing woman. I had forgotten about the midwives gathered around my Auntie. All I really knew was I wanted to become a “baby catcher”. Throughout my childhood I also had other dreams, fire-woman, archeologist, nurse, banker, teacher and mom. I have already achieved the mom and teacher roles.

13 years after witnessing my cousins birth and pregnant with my first child I planned my own home-birth. While looking for a naturopathic dr. I discovered a whole new option, a midwife! I knew upon meeting my first midwives Suzie and Marge at Seattle Home Maternity Services that I was in the right place with the perfect people. At that time, I really began to feel the desire or call to midwifery. When I was pregnant with my second child, my midwives, Paula and Charlotte encouraged me to follow that calling. I had no idea that it would be another almost 15 years, 3 states and 3 sons before I would have the opportunity to do so.

(Midwife Paula and my 2nd born)

I finally knew it was time,this summer when God spoke to me through a couple of different prophetic words I was given and spoke directly to my heart. I then asked several people to pray for me to be able to finance the tuition and for wisdom. God has already provided through family and friends enough to begin my course and purchase my first set of textbooks. I signed up for the Via Vita Midwifery Foundation’s course about 2 weeks ago and have already received my books. I am really enjoying the history of midwifery and plan to blog about what I am learning. I’m so excited to share what I learn with the rest of the world via my blog. Continued prayers for finances and also for the Lord to provide me with a midwife to apprentice and function as my preceptor. Also for my priorities. I am so excited to be doing this, but I want to make sure the studying balances out with the other things I need to do as well. I tend to get tunnel vision.

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